Lyrics:
All Americans
There's a strip mall round the corner, Lease signs in every window
All Americans
There's a strip mall round the corner, Lease
he's inside me
We've got the American Jesus
See him on the interstate
We've got the American Jesus
Exercising his authority
We've got
architecture
He was cool as heck he was cool as heck
But you were so obsessed
With writing the next best American record
But there was nothing left by the
Time
And never second guess
I can reach back to you
To give me your hand my friend
PRECHORUS
CHORUS
OUTRO
My American friend
If the darkness comes
I’ll bring you
and there's alternate universe
So it's very important for me to get Hoover
Out because in an alternate universe
I am him and I have to go
And get him free
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, called
Down to the banana republics, down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans hopin' to find some fun
Some of them go for the sailing, called
life in the summertime
American life in the summertime got me
Suzie got a rise, at work today
She found the new sound, yeah
Virginity blown,
in by the metro for killing time and pain
With a singing brakeman screaming through your veins
And everything's been sold American
The lonely
Motherfuckers try to grab me by the pussy
Turn around and tell 'em
You can kiss my tush-ey
Turn around and tell 'em you
Can keep on wishin'
Turn
on by poverty, got lives that scarred
Single mother selling her body, nigga times are hard
Wheres the Lord when I need a blessing
Devil's be after me
she lets me in
Im swallowed by
American skin
In a black dress
It comes from within
She’s a temptress
And I don’t mind
She could eat me alive
Im glue
throat like the American Bullfrog
Lil Culture doesn't say, oh my gosh, he says, oh my American Bullfrog
Lil Culture just made a grave mistake by making
I'm proud to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
Who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up next
I need
But all I do is bleed
So where’s my American dream
Can you find it for me
Headed west with the best intentions
Panned for gold by the riverside
ain't never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
All these faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
got me tied up
Shackled by the cloth of
What I once stood for
What I once believed
I’m an American
I don’t feel free
I’m an American
God help me
God
fifty cali's
Rockin' lizard Bally's while we do a drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos, just me and my dino primo
Pushin' Bimm-o's, then parlay in
Being here in America doesn't
Make you an American
Being born here in America doesn't
Make you an American
I see America through the eyes
to be an American where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the ones who died who gave that right to me
And I gladly stand up next to you
to be an American
Where at least I know I'm free
And I won't forget the men who died
And who gave that right to me
I gladly stand up, next to you
on the American pie
The years down here just keep going by
While you feast on the American pie
Me and mine are left to die
You want money
You want fame
The human
American carelessness
My name is Assata Shakur
We have been subjected to the dehumanizing power of exploitation and racism for hundreds of years
All-American
I love my mama I love apple pie
I ain't no Commie I'm an All-American
Gonna live it up until I die
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