Lyrics:
fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil'
getting laid
Face masks, butt plugs
Sold out, big fame
Fuck
The poor beg
The rich laugh
The kids bribed
Taken for flights
The poor stare
The rich preach
used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big
palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans
And I don't expect them too
I'm black in America we play by different rules
You supposed to go to school
I'm supposed to dropout
You supposed
be united (united)
And our love won't be divided (oh oh oh oh oh oh)
In America the problem take over
Robber shot Peter Tosh in Kingston, Jamaica
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
thousands of years
But since it's here, we pretty well take it for granted
We in America are particularly fortunate to live in the richest land that ever
In the big picture
Behind the scenes
America is changing
But slow changes are hard to see
Our feeble memories blind us to the difference between
day, I don't know wetin dey happen oo, when the poor man dey suffer, na so the rich man dey jolly, for they spending our money, one day e go better ah,
films
White people watch it and laughing
My nigga bang under the five he make you sing like the Jackson's
And neither had a childhood America's
Good evening. I'm Brad.
Today, I'd like to talk to you about one of America's favorite pastimes: baseball. Baseball is a game that has a rich
the stratosphere, shitting factories onto the countryside, building computer networks which bring new addictions to the young, and big brother into our homes.
hoes love you for that money you make
Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
One thing you have to realize
If you opened them up
There would be a stamp under their shirt that
Says 'Made in America" ok, not no place else
They
on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?
A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A Casio
on earth
We sell our souls, sell our souls for big wedge
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?
A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone
A casio
nightmare
I may not look like Beaver, but you don't either
I bought a big house for the breather
Even in the suburbs, cops are my enemy
And all the rich
By any means necessary
We built the country up, we'll burn it down
I say violence is necessary
Violence is a part of America's culture
It is
condemnation
Lies and trepidation spread like rashes the actions of fascists
Enraptured with raping our democracy no modesty
Honestly these oxymorons gotta be
The top rich 1% versus the bottom poor 99
To all minorities
To all minorities
Disgusted with the status quo
Disadvantaged
By class disparities
To every
(Hey)
Don't switch on me, 'cause I got big plans
I know shit gets hard, but say you will stand (Stand) by me
When you're lost, you'll find me (Stand
isn't what it seems
Not when there no in between the rich and the unwealthy
It isn't healthy
So we live paycheck to paycheck and
Set our expect-tations so
Fuck you, motherfucker, you a ho-ass nigga
I don't know why you trying to go big, nigga, you ain't shit
Walking around like you God's gift
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