Lyrics:
And if you didn't know me you'd think I was fucking hostile
I've thrown out more lyrics than you wrote in your life
My precision verbal razors cut your
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I
something that feeds off my pain
So I wrote them this album
These lyrics the only thing keeping me sane
Yeah I know I couldn't do it without them
I've got
coming to America soon
Yeah I am so excited I am so excited
Yes oh my God
I gat to get my way
I get to get to that
I get to get to that concert
Me too
America
Real niggas stand if your fake I ain't hearin' ya
And I don't need you on my album to sell
My name rings bells, so take it to hell
This, is for
and around, I've been lost, I've been found
I've seen love face to face in my dreams
And the things that I know and the things that I show
Are not always just
walking across America
Every minute is a miracle
Where can I actually leave myself
I only deal with the present
It's America
And we are in the night
imagination.
This is not real life. This is for us. Now we get to write television.
A mixed concert of soft instruments.
I can hear a collective rumbling in
amiss.
Endowed by nature with perhaps the most glorious baritone voice to be heard on an American stage since the memorable concert debut in 1835
land of opportunity he'll take his chance
Surrounded by four horse-men in priestly robes of white
Don't need to know the story now of who's wrong
on the shores of America
The mission: abolishment of government and religion
They were enemys of the state
And they was hated by the Christians
They was
YEAH
I know I've been away for so long, I got so much shit to say yeah, I, I feel so alive, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woah, ayy,
cheaper
Y'all created a Monster that was coated in Cheetos
And wrapped the flag around a double deep fried burrito
Rest stop coffee can't stop being up late
I don't need your bad romance
Never could say you were wrong
So I put it in this song
I know you miss me now I'm gone
I don't miss you I've moved
But I am the anomaly
They know i'm the shit like a elio-colonoscopy
They know i'm the shit by just looking at my discography
They know i've been sent
to America
In this town there's a broken clock
Where the dreamers come to waste their time
There's a poet by wet bus stop
But he never seem to make it rhyme
I
all live in a Jar sim
That was made by him
And his four limbs
[Chorus]
Beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten, beasten
Oh yeah, did I mention,
the cop was up in a bar
Send the SWAT team in
Cause America’s the hoop
And they send us to the bleachers if we dare to shoot
Or you get Kunta Kinte’d, bet
slaves in america we lost
What about my predestined loss
I suffer for the generations of the past
The present and tomorrow
This world is so cold
those
Ten beer cans by my side
Woke up in whiskey stains on carpets
And I'm blinded by the light
And what's the day now
No matter what
I can't stay now,
of automatic fire
From brixton to Belfast riots rage and fires burn.
The royal wedding of Pronce Charles is celebrated.
In America the skies roar as Columbia
shit
Ending it is all I fuckin' think about, that's the shit I think about
All alone, bawling 'til my mothafuckin' eyes bleed
See, he's a leader in
playin' by your rules
"Sleeping With the Enemy" was album number two
Let's take a look around
And see which one of you all
Gotta balls to put me out
Here's
jokes
Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks
MAN PLEASE!
I hear the hate in your voice when you say it
So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants
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