DESCRIPTION:
"Yall Don't Really Hear Me" by Afrikan Boy. Filmed & Edited by Phillyatchi

TWITTER: @AfrikanBoy @Phillyatchi

LYRICS:

Yeah, alright

I know a place where the skinny ni*ers die

Affiliated with AIDS the kids just multiply

Riding with AK' smoking weed from eleven

Life's more than a game when the door's are locked in heaven

Helicopters 'been dropping them food for years

Sometimes I wonder if the disease is spreading from there

You see the skeleton babies and skeleton baby mamas

Broke-ass TV adverts, it's all flies and tears

Ah ah, the bélly full but we're hungry

They make the money scarce so we keep on working

Ain't everybody supposed to be rich

If everyone had a billion

They'll probably raise the price of snickers to 20 thousand

Ni*ers don't understand, it's all part of the plan

There's more money than there's water in the sea

But they don't wanna see you pushing a Range

They rather put us in the cages, living deranged

Wake up early morning writing lyrics, visualizing riches
Fondling the badest b!tches

When trying to keep my head on straight in this land of pacific

And to be frank, I don't swim good in the ocean

I'm married to the game, honeymoon on addiction

I'm getting high, these ni*ers wanna see me down bellow

Some mind states are fucked

To be abrupt, I blame the parents when a child turns corrupt

With that said, free my sister in the jail loud and clear

I'm higher than a paraglider

Visions of myself from mount Everest

On the same river as John the baptist

When the heavens open up

Now ni*ers wanna blast for me

I got b!tches getting wet in the back of my ford focus

Like how can I ke ke ke keep cumin' meyn

Sorry I stutter when I buss a' almond

They can be coco, pea, hazel or pistachio

Elephants like me, this flow is nuts yo

I live in the planet of apes, I'm buck-wild

Ain't it funny how respect comes when you're big now meyn

I train for days, minus a lie

Dividing the hate and watch the money multiply

And b!tches came back just because my six-packs came out of disguise

I'm on one, I'm on two, I'm on three

Whiles ni*ers were rioting, I was writing

Truth be told

A lie is the opposite of bold, opposite of gold

To be honest I'm the opposite of no

When asked if I could come 1st class in this rap sh!t

If I die today remember me like Gaddafi
Bury me a "G" the whole world looking at me (2x)

THIRD WORLD

AFRIKAN BOY

Yall don't really, yall don't really hear me though

But I'm gonna make you keep on hearing me.