Yo turn this motherfucking shit up!

Ha ha ha

Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house

My nigga D.R.



[Verse 1]

Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm

The black is for the gun in my palm

And the green is for the tram that grows natural

Like locks on Africans

Holdin the smoke from the herb in my abdomen

Camouflage fatigues, and daishikis

Somewhere in between N.W.A. and P.E.

I'm black like Steve Biko

Raised in the ghetto by the people

Fuck the police you know how we do



[Verse 2]

Ayo my life is like Roots it's a true story

It's too gory for them televised fables on cable

I'ma a runaway slave watching the north star

Shackles on my forearm , runnin with the gun on my palm

I'm an African , never was an African-American

Blacker than black I take it back to my origin

Same skin hated by the klansmen

Big nose and lips, big hips and butts, dancin, what



HOOK:

I'm a African

I'm a African, uhh

And I know what's happenin

I'm a African

I'm a African, uhh

And I know what's happenin

You a African?

You a African?, louder

Do you know what's happenin?

I'm a African

I'm a African, uhh

And I know what's happenin



It's plain to see, you cant change me

cuz I'm a people army for life



Where you from fool?



[Verse 3]

No I wasn't born in Ghana, but Africa is my momma

And I did not end up here from bad karma

Or from B-Ball, selling mad crack or rappin

Peter Tosh try to tell us what happened

He was sayin if you black then you African

So they had to kill him, and make him a villain

Cuz he was teachin the children

I feel him, he was tryin to drop us a real gem-acap