Original geschrieben von mys
Hallo,
ich suche die Texte von "I have a dream too" und von "I'm a African" (beides von Dead Prez).
Kann mir da zufällig jemand weiterhelfen??
Wäre toll
Cu, mys
...Oh...BOY...auf welchen sites treibst du dich denn rum, biddeschön???aber ich in meiner abgrundtiefen Güte hab mir ma 3mins meines lebens genommen und das hier für dich:
I'M A AFRICAN
Yo turn this mother****ing shit up!
Ha ha ha
Uhuru, coupe tete boule kay
Rwanda, Nigeria, Africa's in the house
My toller Typ D.R.
[Verse 1]
toller Typ 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
**** 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
chorus
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 (repeat 3 times)
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
That's why we bucking holes in the ceilin when we hearin
chorus
A-F-R-I-C-A, Puerto Rico, Haiti, and J.A.
New York and Cali, F-L-A
No it aint 'bout where you stay, it's bout the motherland
(repeat 2X)
[Verse 4]
It's like tank top, flip flop
Knotty dread lock, **** a cop, hip hop
Make your head bop
Bounce to this, socialist movement
My environment made me the toller Typ I am
Uncle Sam came and got me and arrested my fam
Try to infiltrate and murder off the best of my clan
I'm not American, punk, Democrat, or Republican
Remember that, most of the cats we know, be hustlin
My momma work, all her life and still strugglin
I blame it on the government and say it on the radio
(What) and if you don't already know
All these Uncle Tom ass kissin niggas gotta go
I HAVE A DREAM TOO
There was an incident where a police had shot a black man in the back
and then went and plant a gun next to him and say that the guy draw a
gun on him which they find out after the investigation that the guy
didn't have no gun - The police had shot him in cold blood."
Wake up toller Typ!
Wake up toller Typ!
Wake up wake up wake up!
Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap
Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt
We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip
Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip
Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my toller Typ
This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my toller Typ
I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow
Now holla at me when you see the 5-0
Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready?
Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary
*POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHA****A YEAH!
*POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHA****A YEAH!
Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns
Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns
This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned
Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn
That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums
And it don't stop till we get full freedom!
DIE DIE DIE!
Just when you thought it was safe
Police kill a little boy last night
They said it was a mistake
But that won't bring back his life
His momma couldn't believe
That it could happen to her
She prayed to God everyday
Guess it just wasn't enough
And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this
is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers
Crazy {?}, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee, Jalil Mutakeem, Hugo Yogipinell
Herman Bell, {?} Shakur, Asana Shakur, Nahanda Abiodum, Russel Maroon
Shokes, George Jackson, Tariq Haskins, Mutulu Shakur, Lenin {?}, Jonathan
Jackson, Shanta {?}, Bunjy Carter, Albert Washington, {?} Uhuru, Eddie Conway, {?}
{?}, The Black Liberation Army, Tupac Amaru Freedom Fighters, The Mau Mau, The
Zapatistas, Black and Brown Power
yeah
long live all souljas
UHURU
viel spaß damit!!!
und falls du noch ma was brauchst:
www.letssingit.com und/oder
www.lyricsondemand.com
PS: vllt kannst mir ja au weiterhelfen: suche MY LIFE von PROOF/D12 (song is leider nur von nem mixtape, sodass ich den text einfach nicht finde...
)