I hope you got your passports, and shots
I'll take rappers on a field any day They never opposite real clip any way I know where all the and the shooters stay Welcome to the city we call
Where niggas are just fried like Tuesday Oh, you from the hood, huh, who My niggas will call you pussy My Somali are quick to grab the Uzi
Around here we only bumpin' Kuti or Bob Marley, Lucky Dube So we don't really give a fuck about your This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, is Africa (Hooray)
You know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how hard is here The streets this shit here
You know how hard it is here The streets is in these parts here You know how hard this is here The need this shit here
I rappers through the killa woods any day They've never been opposite, real anyway I know all the tricky, sticky, icky ways Welcome to the continent of (Africa)
Where holidays quickly to hell days Stars fall quicker box of shell case No Bill Gates, no Why you cats are debatin', and fakin' these days?
I deliver what they need like crates I learned from the streets, no regrets And I wasn't ever lookin' for a street But these streets bred me to be safe
It's no secret we how to squeeze lead But the pre-set is not to have to it Used to be at now we use t-shirts And it reads R.I.P. the peace dead
When I walk the slums like nomane children say, "K'naan bumaye" The rap just got itself a new day This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, is Africa (Hooray)
You know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how this is here The streets need shit here
You don't how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these parts You don't know how this is here The streets need this shit