Young Man (Skillz 1)

Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
Well that's right I spit too tight
But am African
Omo in fact am a Nigeria Eko for sure
Sheybi awon lo was GBE wa lo
I remember the time they came and too our father's away
Now the rain ain't falling the sun is shining bright
But they keep asking me where did you get your skills from
I hear my people say rap is not a African art
Ah come on it's a black thing so I choose to play my part
Ancestors took rhythm and apply it to poetry
It's the things of the mind the style is the fluency
Tales was told in rhythms some back in times
From the pyramid of Egypt to this hypocritical days of mine
Civilization started in my back yard
The Genesis of all nations written by God
Am Nigerian I represent the area am from
I spit tight in my mother's tongue
Cuz no idea is original it's nothing new under the sun
It's never what you do but how it's done
Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
It ain't my fault that am sort of a linguist
I speak Yoruba Hausa German and English
Because they can't distinguish
My tribe rep from above you all they wrote off the engines
Therefore we don't sell Nigerian
Because we tight like being wack is a criteria
And on the other hand cuz brother man is in to hip hop he cannot represent the motherland
Art and sport are universal (that's right)
Originated only for this press so
To pass on the word when they are not indigenous
What identifies you not imprison us
Vision us not united divided we will fall
If I shouldn't have rap then we should have play football
Music has no race or gender
And that's a message coming from a faceless sender
Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
Young man now tell where did you get your skills from
You must have gotten it from foreign land you spit too tight to be African
Madala You see hip hop was taken away from us
Now it's back up here
Young Man
And we are loving every minute of it feel the flow call my name
Young man
Oh loving it say my name once more
Young man
Be proud of who you are keep being black one love baby