Lyrics:
(I shoot at that heathen)
Your bitch like the way I put this shit on I leave that hoe speechless (leave her there)
They wanna get in the ring touch
Jihad
American Idols wanna be's
They were all ruined by MTV
We're taking over the radio
Pick up your axe for rock and roll
Jihad
Sex Pistols
serve your master, death on a platter, white weapon
Just seventeen, AR-15, American dream, white weapon
Empty the streets as a show of control
White men
Alpha is the first thing that you'll learn in class andBravo means congrats when I raise my glassCharlie is the enemy if he ain't your buddyDelta's
the call, after all
Mhmm
I think I figured 13, change jeans
I can start clean
Spent the same time thinking about American dreams
I wanna live in LA, little
I don't think that says anything about you
Oprah Winfrey way a jack-o-lantern
Fifty years ago
Brought to life by a child's wish
And the American
my own thang
I'm Never gone stop and never gone change
With American lifestyle,expanding the range
They think who am I,trying for a long time
Then
and the stars they shine for You
The wind and the waves they roar for You
If all of creation is meant to bless Your name
The least I can do is give You praise
Its some shit that I did by myself
All alone and nobody cared
Going up and they can't accept
That nigga gone be a star
When he get on that beat its
People ask if I'm in love with you
Because I'm sitting here with your picture
And smiling to myself
I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you
My
Now we're running out of time
Got nobody by your side
Looking for a better life
All the things you sacrificed
Now we're running out of time
Got
She in the milky way with me
Bless your heart, deathstar i'm a deathstar
(Yeah) , I'm a damn star (Star)
Deathstar (Star) , I'm a deathstar (Star, star
Baby, I'm yours
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky,
Yours until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die
Baby, I'm yours
just so you see
I want you, I need you
Ooh girl you got to fill it up
Give you all the stars and bliss
Jewels on your wrist got to fill it up
Got me
and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
Live and die by the sword
Come playoff time
Is your lord a god
Or is your god a dog?
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
ya hands up
What, what, put your hands up
Come on, come on, keep your hands up
We back, we back, we back, we back (put your hands up)
We back, we
the streets at night blinded by car lights
In and out of bars, your sore eyes gazing
At the stars, they are invisible in the city at night
But you, you are
the Machine, flyin over the Atlantic ocean
with the potion
Chorus: cool Keith
Black Elvis, rock star, walkin down Broadway
What y'all
the outside skin, start within
And win friends for life, who will never give up the fight
For a better future
Lead others by your own example
Keep a straight
let them steal your spark
Qhubekeka Igubu Africa (Get lost in my pure African Heart)
Don't let the US steal your star
Ungaliqhawe ngexesha (You'll be
as hound dogs bay
Never quite catch the tune
Stars fall down in buckets like rain
There ain't no standin' room
Bright blue boxcars train by train
Clatter
with no hope
There's no peace so all my niggas start
Regulatin' on your streets
Bustin' the neighborhood scatters
Another drug war there ain't no truce
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