Lyrics:
We're the United States of America
We're 50 strong and proud
Heres the names of all our states
And their capitals sang loud
My name is Alabama
to the rooftops
But then one day I awoke alone
And the music stopped
I lay inside her workshop
The air was filled with tears
My strings turned cold and out
that has
Been the basis of
All my songs and all my music
So now you will begin
To understand the dimensions
Of the gratitude I have for this
Country
a gun niggas might drive by here
Y'all having fun
Racing all your hotrods there
Downloading all our music on your iPods there
I'm Chuck D, standing in
by the 1st (Huh?)
God, family, country
Those're the things that I conserve (Whoo)
Yeah, it's a patriot party (yeah)
In the land of the free
But y'all
Don't want no lust, gotta rebuke it, celibate till marriage
Full with the spirit, not no drink, that's where I get all the courage
Making music for
They know that but still do it, though
It's nothing else it's music love
In America, people get attacked by terrorists
All of this during concerts
From the slaveship to the chain
From the task master's whip to my brain
Kidnapped, enslaved, raped
And killed by the lynch clan
Again and again
Is it
that's all I ever had yep
The woke man's rage, I am forever mad yep
Being black in America with its checkered past
Present, we question the vision
of the high this that pricey estate
Spending racks just to heal all the pain on my face
Whole lot I deal all the weight on my plate
Too inspired by this music
sister but weapons drawn when she conceal a hair
Through the malls of America, past the Chick-fil-As and the Build-A-Bears
The fall of America was
The night the music died, we burned all the classics
On to one last disc of bright blue plastic
Johnny Cash hits and a rapper slash actress
More powerful
tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply
The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full of trash
But
reach the world? By all means keep pursuing it
But tell me, why they gotta diss the church
While they're doing it?
That's what I wanted to say, but I
the picture
Combining Hip Hop with the Gospel
What a Beautiful mixture
Yo it's the REB
O to the RN
THA
R to the E
To the BIZ
ZLE
Reborn Tha Rebizzle
Y'all know
street gospel
Baby Beesherini maan the modern day apostle
Lacin up my boots
Maan I'm slappin on my spurs
Smokin on derb
In the Burb hittin curbs
And buy
and the storm clouds in Clare
they're calling out to America and all she has there
All her wolves cry for Jocelyn and her wings to take flight
But she sings Ave
AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL
words by Katharine Lee Bates
music by Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here,
Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'?
Def Jam, knowumsayin'?
Niggas like Method Man, Redman
Say all the artists here,
real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period?
I mean, I would
you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me, you know?
So, is your music considered the voice of urban America or America period?
I
Why oh why oh would you please leave me behind oh
CHIZZY MIC
Hard world for here be like nightmare I go shift base go America
my brother torchlight
VERSE 2
Now a good ole gospel sing
Was an all day long affair
Where everybody met to praise the Lord
With hands raised up in the air
The potluck was
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