Fisherman from Dakar
Said he invented Hip-hop.
His skin clutching the wind
Within his thoughts.

It wasn't Grandmaster Flash
Or Afrika Bambaataa,
It came from their father's
Father's father.

Soaking suns and daughters
Until it reached the white man,

Drip, drip, drip then dripped to the
Jap man.

I am the half-man with a nice
Tan, a rock and roll nigger
Straight from the pacific islands.
Go ahead Patty,
Go ahead Patty,
Clap your hands.


Verse 2

Fisherman from Dakar
Said he invented Hip-hop.
It came from the Empire,
Squeezed from its tear drops.

Hip-hop's in the sea, in the sky
In the night moon.
It came in the ships
With the slaves and the dead flies.

Soaking suns and daughters
Until it dripped to the white man.
Drip, drip, drip then it dripped
To the Jap man.

I am the half-man with a nice
Tan, a rock and roll nigger
Straight from the pacific islands.
Go ahead Patty,
Go ahead Patty,
Clap your hands.

Coro

Clap your hands, baby clap your hands, come on,
Clap your hands, baby clap you motha fuckin,
Clap your hands, baby clap your hands, come on,
Clap your hands, baby clap your motha fuckin,

Bridge

Clap your hands (Clap your hands)
Clap your hands (Clap your hands)

Bridge 2

A sand of Senegal cried out to the sea,
When is hip hop gonna save me?

Chorus

It's bigger than hip hop,
It's sweeter than hip hop,
It's better than hip hop,