Lyrics:
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by
The HipHop Declaration of Peace was
Presented to the United
Nations Organization on May 16th
2001 it was signatured
By various organizations such as:
The real hip-hop, is over here
The real hip-hop, is over there
It's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo
Steppin out the limo, KRS-One, gettin
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence,
All right Jack sitting on the fence.
They sit on the fence;
Real people stand
an emotional meltdown
Or masked violent protest cause your world has got you down
And to all the fragile snowflakes
The delicate and lovely snowflakes
There is
Can, and by coincidence we love
The elected until the detected of being human
American falls, minorities lose war
But if we unite we would have won
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks, and all other non-white people, were to be the
Burden bearers, for the real
rejects the sin
Always skipping school and treating parents real bad
Filled with hatred, yeah, acting tough and talking back
We're the ones to blame, man,
insane
Why the world insane
Why the world insane
Hey mothafucka I'm real as shit
Everything I'm talkin bout real as, real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back
Welcome to the land of the free
Everybody's here, but nobody's welcome
Liberty and justice for all comes with terms and conditions
Not everyone is
effect
So ill, missed calls from your ex
USDA Select
Just another All-American reject
I heard your flows and beats, they're defect
Rest in peace to my
this; To lead the minds of innocence
A single act is all it takes
To prevent you from raising the stakes
American illusion american delusion
taken my licks and I grew up a tough kid
See most times I live, life real slow like, no popstar
My life aint what you think, all I've got, I worked for
something
Real not an imagined
Fear scenario fed to us by the media
We can let go of this fear the problem is
That such moments tend to not last very long
tell them all my secrets
It's the fear of this
That keeps me running
Were we chosen? Are we rejects?
Will they understand?
The question leaves me
* unedited lyrics; The PJ's soundtrack is clean
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, y'all wanna do a track wit us or some shit?
[Intro: Chip Banks of American Cream Team]
What? Aiyyo, why'all want to do a track wit us or some shit?
We the billion dollar boys club.
What you
Gate
I'd love to settle down like an American Gothic
But the inside of my head's too much like a Jackson Pollock
I'll feel like Atlas with my World Trade
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