God Bless America

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Amen, amen, amen
(Hah)

I’m comin’ straight outta John 10
Crazy motherfucker named Sly deSilva
From the country built on genocide of Native people
From that country where the rich eat the poor people
Star-Spangled Banner wavin’ out the Porsche window
I get it lit like a cross in Alabama
Tote the blammer like Son of Sam
And ran up on your Congressman in the suit, tie and the bandana
Told him pass the bill or his body on the Channel 6 News cameras
I could never be reprimanded
Black Air Force 1s, kickin’ it with the mandem
Judges, prosecutors, business leaders, the president
F*ck with the set, we come fo’ yo’ neck like Jeffrey (Hah)
Gettin’ Epstein money, shout out to Bill Clinton
Bill Gates, stackin’ bills, money in the fuckin’ bank
Fuckin’ ‘round with Sly, you gon’ be deader than Billy Mays
Do it OxiClean, never leave a fuckin’ trace
All yo’ leaders fake, they all up on the take
My puppets dance up on the stage (Hey)
They pray for the weak, I prey on the sheep
It’s “f*ck Jordan Belfort”, baby
I’m the real Wolf of Wall Street
(Hah!)

But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd
Whose own the sheep are not
Seeth the wolf coming and leaveth the sheep and fleeth
And the wolf catcheth them and scattereth the sheep
The hireling fleeth because he is an hireling
And careth not for the sheep

Another day, another terrorist action (Heh-ha)
Starin’ down the barrel of American fascism (Yeah)
The next mass shooter grabbed the gat from his room (Hah)
Click-clack-boom
They say the Second protects the First
Hope ya’ll feel safer when my goons with the ARs standin’ outside the votin’ booths (Ha)
In that vocal booth
Gunfire in the air, hellfire in Pro Tools (Heh)
Triple six shit (Heh)
I’m at your door like a Jehovah’s Witness
Takin’ care of business
I spit that sick shit, Tuskegee syphilis
Told your kids, pledge allegiance to the flag (Heh-ha)
Lord knows, I’m from that place that be scorchin’
Selfish to the core, I need the biggest portion
Corporations? Blue chip
Bullets got the blue tips
This is America, put that shit in the bag, bitch!
Fireworks so gorgeous
July 4th, rubbin’ shoulders with the Forbes list
Whip Ferraris and Porsches like it was Forza Motorsport
Immortal, sellin’ death like Phillip Morris
An enormous fortune, built on war and bloody corpses
Corporate extortion, still move bricks like JP Morgan
Still, the only rapper with an endorsement deal from Halliburton (Yeah)
Sly deSilva, late capital’s corpus
My forces work enforcement for the Four Horsemen
Supportin’ foreign wars and forced abortions
They chant the fourteen words and wield the tiki torches
While I reap a fortune
The Michael Jordan of political horror
This the New World Order

Reporting live
Everything is normal and this is fine
This is Naomi Smith, for News Channel 6… (6… 6…)
Goodnight

I’m known by many names, I’m known by many faces (hehahaha)
Sly deSilva just the latest
Slither my way to the funds (Sssssss)
Speak with a forked tongue since Genesis 3:1

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field
Which the LORD God had made
And he said unto the woman
Yea, hath God said, ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog
How you gon’ see me when you livin’ in the fog
I was known as Damien in a past life
I hit the lick like DMX hit the crack pipe

Paint the stars and stripes
Pentagrams and blood stains in parallel lines
O say can you see by the dawn’s early light?
Behold, a pale horse, rider grippin’ the mic
Every verse I recite, the dragon flow through the prose (Ha)
Rap like Baphomet on the beat, I’m the GOAT (Heh)
Hide the horns and the cloven feet ’til the shepherd count the sheep
The cousin of sleep, so stay woke
I’m the, most villainous, the most thrill killing-est
The most stealing money from the starving African children-est
Verse so hot might drone strike a village (Hahahaha)

There was this kid in Iraq
12 years old, legs blown off
As he lay there dying he seen me creep through the fog
Somehow, he recognized me, I could tell so I paused
I slowly walked over, knelt down, as he coughed
He asked me why I did it, why the Devil don’t stop
I looked him in the eye and said, “I did it all for hip-hop”

Sly deSilva
Ghost Money
All American Villain, Volume One (One, one, one)

One more thing, I only just started warming up Hades
Hell’s not hot enough yet… (Heheh-ha)
God Bless America, baby
(Amen)

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