The African Way (Live In New York)

I take it home

I take

Don't think about it, just take it from my rule, it's done

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, cause I am off the wall

Yo, basically the revolution is here

K'Naan and Mwafrika, there's no solution and fair

Yeap, I'm taking it back like clothes that don't fit

That you purchased in a happy-make-home and old shit

I'm so sick my rhyme book throws a fit

I need a vaccination just so I can spit my own shit

Hard to be, when I release these rhymes out of me

I am so ridiculous, I got to compose this

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 am flowing water

Take it easy on me suckers

Harrass 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 tap ass like a chick with one butt cheek

Dusty foot philosopher came to change things, trust me

From Ethiopia, Tanzania, Somalia

Heathrow airport and customs in Laguardia

Uganda, Kenya, my people, up in Ghana

Kingston, Jamaica, big up, because you know it's time for the African way

It's the African way

What more can I say

It's the African way

Live from Revolution radio, welcome East Africa's illest Mwafrika

Na watu wameng'ara ma mini na nini

Kushinda wakizifuruta chini na chini

Utashindwa maana yao kuzivaa ni nini

Vumbi wakati wa jua matope wakati wa mvua

Potholes huwa ni lazima kawaida kwa njia

Nairobi city mji wa Mathree fiti fiti

Boardi zimejazwa graffiti

Ndani speaker biggi biggie za kulipua hiyo muziki

Na AK47 ndio utacheki kwa mikono ya polisi