The African Way K'naan (Ft. Mwafrika)

[Verse 1: K'naan]

I take it home
I take from the jewels and foam
Don't think about it
Just take it from my roofless dome
I am sick about it
I feel like I am surviving alone
I got a record and I am not afraid of cops at all
I am like a Ja-Rule poster, cuz I am off the wall
Yo, basically the revolution is here
K'Naan and Mwafrika, there's no solution in fear
Yup, I'm taking it back like clothes that don't fit
That you purchased in a hurry, when home and oh shit
I'm so sick my rhyme book throws a fit
I need a vaccination just so I can spit my own shit
Pardon me, while I release these rhymes out of me
I am so ridiculous, I got a compulsive disorder
I am sorta a reporter strapped to a little recorder
The warder having a order not to let me in, in order
For me not to cause a slaughter
Lyrically, I flow on water
I oughta take it easy on these suckers
Harass more niggas then a sleazy undercover
But seriously, I remember when I was 7
When rap came mysteriously and made me feel 11
It understood me, and made my ghetto heaven
I understood it as the new poor people's weapon
But now it's half-assed like a chick with one butt cheek
Dusty foot philosopher came to change things, trust me
From Ethiopia, Tanzania, Somalia
Heathrow airport and customs at Laguardia
Uganda, Kenya, my people up in Ghana
Kingston, Jamaica, big up, because you know it's time for, the African way