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)