Lyrics:
This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost
you ain't seen me in your crystal ball
And I'm up hauled by things you've done
Left a trail of wrongs and can't account for one
Now you're done
nigga
Rich money
I just want you to feel me
Releasing all my pain so this music can heal me
Let every blunt I smoke and every drink don't kill me
By
on the ground,
Bring the bitch down, bring the bitch down,
Let me tell you about our law,
It's either sex or the saw yeah.
All American Massacre.
me what I do not see
I WISH I WERE AMERICAN
(ad lib a la Bob and Doug)
the American Dream
Is alive and well
I'm one of you
Yeah, I'm one of you
No you're not by yourself
There's somebody here
Who's been there too
I know what
No your not by yourself
There's somebody here who's been there too
I know what ya thinking what ya drink
And I know why you do your one of me
Yeah
points in space-time
As data processed by the auditory cortex
In other words
These subjects hear things that
Do not make noise
This has not been recorded
Sometimes I believe it’s just the truckers and me
They stop by for a hot dog and a cup of tea
I’m a throwback they tell me that I’ve gone out
down
Baby it's all so simple
There's no need to complicate it
Baby it's all by principle
You just have to try
You're an American Man
You're working hard
the American experiment
Was written in racism, hubris, and arrogance
Give me liberty or give me death
But don't give me this bullshit centrist left
Bereft
at
Passing the buck!
Has no Covid plan!
Controlled by the woke.
The American dream’s
Going up in smoke!
Joe defunds police!
Shuts pipelines down.
the beginning
The white man wants all of the lithium
American media we don't believe ya
The White House sponsored the coupe in Bolivia
Brown youth were sprayed
or violent.
One is one too much
Enough is enough—
Millions still Marching…
#1 Billion and more Rising.
#16 days and counting. #Me too. #Times up.
How many more
like the United Nations
But the 4th of July
Isn't celebrated by the federation
Of tribes "Native" Americans
Kicked of the land where they reside
But
Frank Nitty see,
Oz's to make g's
The mayor gave me and P keys to the city
Livin' an American dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
lunch down by the lakes
She said I looked like an American singer
Time, mystical time
Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine
Were there clues I
like American Idol
In the Daewoo Lanos, I let it idle
Run you over, Express Pineapple
I think I'm Danny McBride
I think I need me a kimono
I love Swamp,
a perfectly radical group right there if you ask me"
"Frontline!"
"American"
March to the rhythm
Fists in the air
Statues torn down
Burning flags
the mad dictators, leaders of corruption
Can't the US use a Mountain boy like me?
God gave me the right to be a free American
And for that precious
A journey, seldom seen, the American dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me Hov
They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know
Out guilty verdicts in blood
These words that I live by
One day I might die by make my mom cry
Will this shit get worse for me
The CIA murder me
For
not nessecary,
through a rope ladder down, I'll climb up.
I'm interested, I'm here for you.
Don't suck me up by my chest, that hurts.
ou're a hovering
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