Nu Africa (feat. Ernestine Johnson)

Nu Africa

Nu Africa

Yeah, Cyhi

Nu Africa

What we tell 'em?

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

Nu Africa

Imagine if all the rappers were to get with all the athletes

Or activist and actors for a conference in Zaire

To meet with all the ambassadors

In the motherland, tell 'em we comin' back for her

America, know if we leave, it'd be a massacre

Zimbabwe would be full of drug dealers and traffickers

Smokin' brassica, pick all the hoes for Magic up

Tell Tabitha, let a **** Cleopatra her

So we can build a neighborhood out in Zambia

Tell Khaled to build another one in Tanzania

What if Jay and B went and bough some land in Egypt?

And Puffy put a stripper club off the sands of Kenya?

Nu Africa

Since American can't stand to see us

Let's show 'em why you never bite the hand that feeds you

Nu Africa

Call Akon to light the city up

Palace, bought the compound in Libya

Nu Africa

What if they had a Follie's in Nigeria?

Huh, a King of Diamonds in Liberia

Ballin' in Algeria, ain't gotta put my jewelry up

And if you black, you fit the criteria

Nu Africa

We need Oprah to open up some more schools

Tell Michael Jordan we need some more shoes

Nu Africa

Make sure ever rapper still got Pro Tools

I'm just sayin', that'd be a bold move

Huh, make Obama the president

His daddy from Kenya so that makes even better sense

Tell Morehouse to bring all the medicine

Botchey got a party out in Ghana, tell 'em let us in

Nu Africa

Nu African

Nu Africa

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

Nu Africa

Nu Africa

Nu Africa

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

I found utopia in Ethiopia

I gotta be with beautiful women, I got a phobia

But my side ho from Morocco

And I got another chick in Nairbi 'cause

Nu Africa

I look like Fela Kuti when I'm rollin' up

Prolly 'cause all the groupies  show me love

Nu Africa

I'm on my way down to Cape Town

They say that's a young ****'s playground

I met this chick from Mail in the party

She said she took a molly in the party

Man I swear her titties were so big

I said, Pardon me, but who let Dolly in the party?

Magic Johnson built some condos in the Congo

Kanye build the mall out in Senegal

Turn the Rwanda to a five star, with a spa

Chillin' in the Angola with at skinny little Guinea broad

Somewhere in her twenty's and she get my little Jimmy hard

'Cause her whole physique is unique

She petite, plus her daddy is the king of Mozambique

When I met him, he had on that new Patek Philipe

Took a seat

Everything kosher like Jewish meat

My mystique got her intrigued in disbelief

And she speak six different languages including Greek

And I love the way her booty cheeks move to the beat

I'm Prince Akeem

And you must be my queen to be

Just think of playin' gold off the Gulf of Guinea beach

Somewhere in Cameroon, rollin' plenty tree

And a bunch of beef souya, we don't do no Mickey D's

In Nu Africa

Nu Africa

Nu Africa

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

She's the brith place of all life

Where the sons of Abrams found wives

The Batsheba, the Esthers, the Eve's

Imagine queens who went to Spellmen , swimmin' in the Red Sea

Backstrokin' in two piece bikinis off the stent of their degrees

Bodies handcrafted by the finger tips of God with the brains to match

Ain't no self hate, ain't no slave trade, ain't no **** to catch

Gold flowin' through out veins like water flowin' through the Nile

Walkin' through Jerusalem in Yeezy boots before the exile

Imagine August Wilson sittin' on the same throne as Mansa Musa did

Writing stories of empowerment and self righteousness for our kids

Imagine how we all suddenly come to our senses

Ain't no dick ridin', ain't no marginalization, ain't no ridin' fences

Beaches filled with blue skies and white sand

We'd all have money and stock

All own a piece of the rock, a piece of the land

As the original people unified we'd all stand

Imagine a place where all the creators of all the new ways

Stood in one space

I'm talkin' touch tone phones, pressin' combs and potato chips

Box them bitches up, sell  'em to other nations

And send 'em off in slave ships

Nu Africa

Tell the motherland that a **** comin' back for her

For he that is dead, is free from sin