Race Records (feat. The Gift of Gab)

Take this hammer
And carry it to the captain
You tell him I'm gone
Tell him I'm gone

My ancestors arrived on a ship of God souls
Growing, they continued to sing their gospels
Spirits of me still leap out to rock shows
Trying to reveal what we do not know
Jazz and R&B, rock and roll, hip-hop soul
Fashion industry, we influenced the pop culture
Cuban, Puerto Rican, Dominican also
Jamaican and Haitian, everywhere roots they all go
Back to the land of the Lion, the Congo
Pyramid builders, the very first to bomb glow
There's many different shades in a Regen ensemble
They call me American, I say, "Uh-uh, nah, no"
They call me hostile, I tell 'em, "Y'all stole me"
This ain't my home, the wiser I've grown
My eyes are not wrong
'Cause spirits don't lie when they're singing God songs

Take this hammer
And carry it to the captain
You tell him I'm gone
Tell him I'm gone
Tell him I was flying
If he asks you
Was I laughing

Take this hammer
And carry it to the captain
You tell him I'm gone
Tell him I'm gone

Spirit, mighty spirit, come feed the mass mind
Make 'em feel the glory of ancient past times
Make 'em see beyond poverty and fast crime
They tried to fool us then, but that was the last time
Spirit, mighty spirit, reveal your vast shine
Hope it's not too late to avoid a flatline
Blacker than the dark in the dark you can't find
Blacker than the space that exists beyond time
Spirit, mighty spirit, behold your design
My melanin is Heaven-sent, body like a shrine
You speaking on Africa, Africa is mankind
You listening to Africa when you hear this man rhyme
Blow like landmines, seek it and find
Know we can shine, yo, it's fam time
Africans, time to fly away home to the land of Zion

Take this hammer
And carry it to the captain
You tell him I'm gone
Tell him I'm gone
Tell him I was flying
If he asks you
Was I laughing
You tell him I was crying
You tell him I was crying