America

[Intro] Uh huh uh huh uh huh Oh this takes me home It makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when I was younger and singing something like (K'Naan in Somali) Gabaryaray shuxaano Maro Shabeel eh xirato Maro qafiif eh huwato Magacaaga ii sheeg Magacayga waa Sharaf Sharaf, Xaaji weyaan Aqalada xiriirta Dhinac baa ka jooga Ala yaa usheega? Tinta ushaleeya? Naa hoéy Zamzamey Sabaax nuurey Adoo kilkiley Iyo Kaloon badanay Adoo xajka jira Xasuus badhanay! Saxiibtaa Caasho, cashaq baa dhilay Ugu dhambaystina Aniga iyo geel uba Ugu banaan bixin Waa aniga orodneey Nabad dheynee Mareekan waa laga soo waayey Mareekan waa laga soo waayey Mareekan waa laga soo waayey [Repeat x2] [Verse 1: K'Naan] There are certain things fresh and certain things mish I got my own sound I don't sound like the rest And even my attire and my choice of dress And not long ago I don't spoke English My point is police pull me over a lot They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat And hold the door open, "Oh, you're so sweet!" Of course my affection's super illustrated And I like to give don't reciprocate it Unless you could give me someone innovated Well lets cook it up we dont refrigerate it But back to the country of the educated Where people get robbed and they celebrate it Waa aniga orodneey Nabad dheynee! Mareekan waa laga soo waayey Mareekan waa laga soo waayey Mareekan waa laga soo waayey [Repeat x2] [Verse 2: Mos Def] Maraken, my country 'tis of thee Sweet land for robberies Dope smoke and SUV’s, red meat and army greens Fat and frills, thrills and spills Eat and sleep, hump and kill Shop til you drop, work til you dead Get all you can, then get in the wind Outta my face on your knees Sleep in the mansion, shut out the streets Make that cake, whoop that trick Lick my swagger suck my sick Get high get low get stcky get rich Get yo own show get down get quick You slow you blow you broke your fix Terror dome, home swag home Terror dome, home swag home Home swag home, home swag home (Somalian(America)) [Verse 3- Chali 2na] There are some things pure while certain things blur Dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur Falsified information got my people in the stir We have to be in search of something equal to the cure Straight out the door, I come to give you more Lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core Get underneath your skin like especially with the claw Conflicted with the rich cuz I kick it with the poor I laugh in the face of adversity Sound clashed with the bass cuz its natural to me But if you pay attention to the past you will see Not long ago you black they'd hang your ass from a tree Certain things things change, while some stay the same Some are recluse others are lovers of the game I'm trying to walk the lane, the Sirat al-Mustaqim Instead of doing things they keep you covered in the flame (Somali) Nanananana that shit was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse (Somali) (Somali until fade out)