Lyrics + Video: African - Big Cakes (@bigCAKES) FT Big Frizzle (@Burgundybrick) & Tantrum (@Tantrumartist)

African
Verse 1 — Big Cakes:

I’m an African, I come from Kemet
We had the first heart surgeons and chemists
And paramedics but your teachers won’t tell it,
Even if it made pees the shops won’t sell it
But I’m an African there’s melanin in my skin
Nappy hair please put it in your magazine,
Dressed in African clothes and my swagger’s mean
Shout to Martin ’cause that brother had a dream
I’m an African I come from plenty,
How we gonna have nothing? That ain’t how its meant to be
Over centuries kept my people held back
Tell us how we need charity but they don’t tell us that
Every war torn country in Africa
Does business with the west while its getting massacred.
But I’m an Arican so I gotta say that
Fuck the DJ if he ain’t gonna play that

Chorus — Big Cakes & Big Frizzle:

(SAID I’M AFRICAN AND PROUD)
I sing this song for the motherland
I’m sending it to my sisters and my brother-man
(SAID I’M AFRICAN AND PROUD)
We gotta stay unified
They can’t divide if we recognise you and I

Verse 2 — Tantrum:

Where’s the blood line? I said where’s the blood line
When its our blood line that begun kind
So some times die inside of some kind, holding a long cry
We was here from the beginning we begun time
Black fossils and black sculptured pieces is all that they come fine
Yes black is what u come from, this is your species now confine
Cause scientist speaking til nuff facts they preaching become lies
Now they claiming us cro magnon, sitting in the pyramids
Cause they hold the faith of the whole kind
An’ the goods gotta suffer for the bad its just how its goes most time
Now we livin in the dirt of our gold mines but where’s all that gold filed
When my peoples starving in Africa, crying n hoping hope don’t die

Chorus.

Verse 3 — Big Cakes & Tantrum

Born in West Africa, God bless Africa
Nothings really changed the West still stress Africa
I’m an African proud to be one
But the feeling’s not mutual when I see some

We broke the chains off escape them to go fine
Something divine that’s sowed up in the grape vine
An’ still they movements ain’t so kind,
But when our African seeds rest in peace I know their souls fine

We’re getting deaded outta jealousy and envy
And cockblock our next generations entry
Got more black people in the penitentiary
Than they employ and that aint how its meant to be

I guess once we were so blind
We allowed infiltrates to our own minds
And now we gotta spring back from dirt just to grow vine
My people gotta lift up to the most high, ca’ we been suffering the most time

Chorus

Outro — Big Cakes & Big Frizzle

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaawRjxCnic[/youtube]

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