Lyrics:
Big dreams
Small steps
Reviving visionaries
We got some access to the excess
And we can't deny
America been living comfy since like 89'
The world
cause his need to get warmer is uncontrolled
That scholarship done fell through so he's un-enrolled
And all the homies he knew is rich off of rap or they
men in desperation
Everybody's paranoid bout a nuke nation, then along comes Joe and drops our expectations
Look at the new normal, I know times change
coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine
There's a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
There's a lighthouse in
our crowns flamboyantly
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Kings
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Queens
Pharaoh Pharaoh Pharaoh Kings
Rich in my melanin
Mother nature
Hey, my name is not Protocol
And I ain't nobody's stigma or statistic
Hey, hey lady, you know who you are.
You think you helpin' me by insertin'
week bro, I'm finna
Look, uh
I give my runners S5s with the Benzymes
I'm big time and still will get
Mines' off the quick dimes my chicks fine
Wash
Two of America's most wanted we outlaws side by side
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
want to build a castle
And surround
By a big ass moat
Stick a flag
At the very top
God bless America
Raise a glass
To the ones we lost in heaven
Staring
America, what are we doin'
How did we ruin
The life and the liberty we are pursuing
Let's get it movin'
Start introducin'
A change in our nation
[DJ Paul:]
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen
to go and just chase on that bag in October, we did it like nonstop
I was just dreaming ‘bout Rovers
Rich nigga pulled over, they blind by the wristwatch
litty he'll ye
He'll ye he'll yea
Ice my wrist brand new bitch
She might choose yea yea
If she bad den she boujee
We get rich Chanel class
I put the brand
big chips, thinkin' rich and never poor
We thinkin' rich and so we never poor, never poor
Rome wasn't built in a day
We can watch the old growth spread
Yo I was sold to a sick European by a rich African battlin'
Middle Passages, I can't go back again
Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
Should know by now this some shit
Shit bitch im trying to be shit rich
I told her I just want the coochi
She put me on her shit list
Im on the roll
take shit and hoard it?
Who am I that I don't get my portion?
The most impressionable minds get molested and informed by manipulating forces
Don't
could ask for more
We got no fancy things to show just a place to watch our children grow
So come on down...
We got no big fine car to drive and no fancy
all sense of time
Spirits drown in sixth sense overload, lobotomized
Caged by crudely crafted custom coffins of our own device
Unless we move to alter
save us
Los Estados Unidos
Se a vuelto una mierda
It's plagued by
Some evil
We just can't get rid of
And frankly
I'm tired of
Sitting back
While our
our resistance won't come to a halt
We stand united, can't be frightened by another assault, we're bold
You wanna fight us just because of something you
not enamored by our surroundings. She's the anti-stage mom. She's an immigrant mom who wants her daughter far away from the music business! And she is
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