I’m a African (Acapella) dead prez

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Dead prez - “I’m a African”
[Produced by dead prez (M1 and stic.man) and Hedrush (AKA Tahir)]
[Additional Vocals by Abu and Indo]
[Recorded by Blair Wells]
[Scratches by Mista Sinista]
[Samples: Jungle Brothers - “Straight Out the Jungle”]
[Samples: Mountain - “Long Red”]
[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge 1): stic.man]
Yo, turn this motherfucking shit up!  Hahaha.  (Uh) What?  Uhuru.  Coupe tete boule kay.  Rwanda, Nigeria.  My nigga Dedan, Abu
[Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Samples with Scratches by Mista Sinista]
"Africa's in the house" - Sample from Afrika Baby Bam on Jungle Brothers - "Straight Out the Jungle" (x3)
"Africa's in the house, they get petrified" - Sample from Afrika Baby Bam on Jungle Brothers - "Straight Out the Jungle"
[Verse 1: stic.man]
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 traum
That grows natural like locks on Africans
Holding the smoke from the herb in my abdomen
Camouflage fatigues and dashikis, 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 (“Fuck the Police”)—you know how we do
[Verse 2: M1]
Ayyo, my life is like Roots: it's a true story
It's too gory for them televised fables on cable
I'm a runaway slave watching the North Star.  Shackles on
My forearm, running with a gun in my palm
I'm a African.  Never was a 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 dancing—what!