Nu Africa (Feat. Ernestine Johnson) (Album Ver.)

[Intro: CyHi The Prynce] Nu Africa Nu Africa Yeah, CyHi! Nu Africa What we tell 'em? Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her Nu Africa [Verse 1: CyHi The Prynce] Imagine if all the rappers were To get with all the athletes or activists 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 from Magic up Tell Tabitha, let a nigga Cleopatra her So we can build a neighborhood out in Zambia Tell Khaled to build another one in Tanzania What if Jay and Bey went and bought some land in Egypt? And Puffy put a stripper club off the sands of Kenya? Nu Africa Since America 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? 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 every 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 make even better sense Tell Morehouse to bring all the medicine Botchey got a party out in Ghana, tell 'em let us in [Chorus: CyHi The Prynce] Nu Africa Nu Africa Nu Africa Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her Nu Africa Nu Africa Nu Africa Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her [Verse 2: CyHi The Prynce] 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 Nairobi '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 nigga's playground I met this chick from Mali 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 built a mall out in Senegal Turn the Rwanda to a five star, with the spa Chillin' in Angola with a skinny little Guinea broad Somewhere in her 20s 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 Phillipe Took a seat Everything kosher like Jewish meat My mystique got her intrigued in disbelief And she speak 6 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' golf off the Gulf of Guinea beach Somewhere in Cameroon rollin' plenty tree And a bunch of beef souya, yeah we don't do no Mickey D's [Chorus: CyHi The Prynce] In Nu Africa Nu Africa Nu Africa Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her [Interlude: Ernestine Johnson] She's the birthplace of all life Where the son's of Abrahm found wifes The Babshibas, the Esthers, the Eves Imagine queens who went to Spelman, swimming in the red sea Backstroking in two-piece bikinis off the strength of their degrees Bodies handcrafted by the fingertips of God with the brains to match Ain't no self-hate, ain't no slave trade, ain't no niggas to catch Gold flowing through our veins like water flowing through the Nile Walking through Jerusalem in Yeezy Boosts before the exile Imagine August Wilson sitting on the same throne as Mansun 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 riding, 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 with all the creators of all the new waves stood in one space I'm talkin' touch tone phones, pressing combs, and potato chips Box them bitches up and sell them to other nations and send them off in slave ships Nu Africa [Outro: CyHi The Prynce] Tell the motherland that a nigga comin' back for her