Lyrics:
by William Loren Katz
Take it back anything by Dr cornel West
You need to go get that
Michael Eric Dyson, all his books
Go get all of that
Henry Louis
he met his Irish bride
And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome...
Italy that is
Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money
Call we crazy but they love the flow
Streetsmart no be book book
If you blend the two
You can cruise too
So let the world know
From the east to the west
on the shores of say you know Ghana or Nigeria
Or whatever the West African country was
It took months
So not only were those individuals wicked in heart who
his book, so
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out of Africa
Came the Garden of Eden
Dis ya version
A no King James version
his book, so
A dis ya version
A no King James version
'Cause out of Africa
Came the Garden of Eden
Dis ya version
A no King James version
The devil goes to and fro
Like a lion seeking someone to devour
Resist him
Don't close the book, I got more to write
You can change the story,
Areas is far from irrational our concern
Over a Sovietized Cuba 90
Miles from Key West, for instance
Must be equated with Russian concern over our
Missile
what I do sicker than a damn foo
H1N1 on my flu game
It's like an epidemic
Not West African but African
When it comes to the beat yes I really ain't
throat singing, Tuvan overtone chanting, and West African Djembe drumming, celebrating humanity's diverse musical heritage and the interconnectedness
bunny for African blood money
Be the next nominee if you got Donald Trump money
Companies leeching the poor for McDonald's lunch money
Never been a hush
handle defeat
They wanna dim your light
And make you retreat
You're an African child
Your roots run deep
Can never be tamed
Shaka Zulu to the man
Bom Bom
It's still forbidden fruit, and I eat it cause I have to
Because I'm "abble" oops I meant able
Then I "Kanye West" myself to the table
The way I make
the world, I'm good with gangsters, I got good relations
All it took was patience, now I'm on, so they book us places
Let me catch you fronting, you just
Shut the fuck up
Can you believe this shit, shut up
Which side of the history were you thought
Which history book for school have you bought
Fast forward that bitch is bad and I called it
And to this day, I feel she's why I crush so bad to be honest
Blowing kisses to west African women with
my eyes and know who I am
I ain't come with no disguise this is who I am
Young king black skin west african
You say you ain't heard about me
You
to show they got heart
So they wild out, skip class (come on man)
And trade book smarts for streets smarts (you know better than that)
But ask yourself,
textures
My rhyme fabric, is elaborate, scrolls kept in a gold cabinet
Open the book to the chapter of this old soul magic
Juju tongue to voodoo come,
Benin’s in the
Guinness book of records
And all of them cultures there
They had a Griot speaker
A storytelling musician poet
And history keeper who had
I'm chip
Them gyals
Looking for girls with a Benz punany
West African girl your body so fine
Pussy feeling like I woke up in a new Bugatti
But back
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