Текст песни Baba - Wyclef Jean , Kofi Black

And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
100% Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learner
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose
I freed myself like Nat Turner

Sucker free purge myself
From parasites
Marcus Garveyites on my
Instagram Garvey likes
Rebel tone born in the
Middle of a cyclone
Revelation talker that's
The beast with the 10 horns

And I just took my DNA
Test Don Dada
100% Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learner
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose
I freed myself like Nat Turner

Though we rumble in the jungle
When we fightin dark forces
We Olympians like Ali
When we lighting up the torches
Seen the projects turn haunted
When I head the friends scream
Too much candy man, candy man,
Candy man he O.D'd
You would get tempted too
If the devil came up to you
Tell you pick a boo, pick a boo
Here's a crib out in Malibu
P-p-Pilot is ready to take
Off the rocket is ready to lunch
The farmers ready to pick up
Gorilla's ready to stick up

And I just took my DNA test Don Dada
100% Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learner
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose
I freed myself like Nat Turner

Once upon a time in America (America)
This Jersey boy lived on Utica (Utica)
All my Zoes were down in Florida (Florida)
General like
Toussaint Louverture (Louverture)
When Nancy Regan told
The hood say no to drugs (no to drugs)
Aye, her hubby
Ronald Regan was the plug (was the plug)
Patience is a virtue
But not for consignment (nah)
You would think it's
Vietnam the way they dying (yeah)
Only thing that
Remains is his remains (remains)
You the only nigga
Clean in this card game (game)
He got shot he ain't call the cops (cops)
Mystery like Alfred Hitchcock (yeah)
Boy back on the block (Ah ra ra ra)
Little John started screaming
Taking shots shots shots

I just took my DNA test Don Dada
100% Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learner
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose
I freed myself like Nat Turner

Just took my DNA test Don Dada
100% Nigerian Baba
When you gonna learner
Can't frame a earner
Came with the noose
I freed myself like Nat Turner

Good morning class
Good morning class
Class, It's mourning time, good
Cuz in many hoods
What clavicle caress many hoods
Metal detectors greet us
Before are teachers do
Class it's mourning time
Because blood vessels
Burst more than gushes do
And sweet, be the taste of survival
When peace just tastes like denial

What I mean is
Every class must begin after 12
So there won't be any
More mourning good
God wears a hood
In this testament
Heaven be the hood
In this testament
The first lesson is
Class, you don't need
A cap and gown
To walk across the stage
All you need is a mind,
A body, a pen, and a page

Ayo that's all good but... how much you got on the weed