give me freedom, give me fire give me reason, take me higher see the champions, take the field now they define us, make us feel proud in the streets our
Picture the morning, taste and devour We rise early, pace up the hour Streets is rustling, hustling they heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
at peace now we use t-shirts And it reads R.I.P. 'cause the peace dead When I walk through the slums like nomane Little children say, "K'naan bumaye
[Intro] Yo, just imagine, like whistling down a desert or some shit Don't this make you wanna swing like monkeys outta trees? [Verse 1] I don't got no
naan iruppen Nee alai naan karai enne adithaalum ettrukolven Nee udal naan nizhal nee vizhavendaam naan vizhuven Nee kilai naan ilai unnai ottum varaikkum
Basically, I got beef I wanna talk to you directly I can't ignore, I can't escape And that's 'cause you affect me You cripple me, you shackle me You
don't know if you'll hear my last plea But somebody needs to be a little concerned about me It's like I'm standing on the edge of a high tower by K'neen
Yeah, yeah, it's me, strugglin'... I start out, just to vibe out, I ain't about to bow out, I'm more gangsta than you are but I ain't about the rou'
Bundle up my whole style is so cold I glow like old guys who go bald My flow got no front in the vocal Your flow got no button its so old I don't mean
Set to high no callin the rerevulationary youths dam marley alongside k'naan gunpowder philosipher what some boy feel like peppop huh i made the list
She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me She shot me, she shot me, bang, bang, she shot me
at peace but now we using T-Shirts And it reads RIP cause the peace dead When I walk through the slums like (Nomane) Little children say K'naan (Bumaye
worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it Yo, if rap gets jealous,'cause of where I'm headed Aggression, obsession, we're pain in the gain. [K'naan] So
Uh, Yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, It?s an ode, I admit it. Here the city code is lock and load Any minute is rock and roll And you rock
(feat. Mos Def and Chali 2na) Gabar yaroo subhaano Maro shabeelo hirato Maro qafiifa huwato Maga'aaga ii sheeg Magaeygu waa sharaf Sharaf haaji weeyan
Picture the morning taste and devour We rise early pace up the hour Streets is bustling hustling their heart out You can't have the sweet with no sour
0hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Give me freedom Give me fire Give me reason Take me higher See the champions Take the field now You define us Make us feel proud
the hard times, divorce is over now, They try to keep us out, but they doors is open now, My nigga Akon is gettin awards for covers now, This is K'NAAN