Lyrics:
Yeah
This Is America
The Real America
Yo!
In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice
it when we cruising it
We don't care how we gotta make the bread
Yo we swear that we're going to make it to the end
Hook:
They want to really see us
a muh'fuckin Slaughterhouse
We outta here, we outta here, we outta
[Joe Budden]
[starts off screwed] I live my life like a hood bopper
touched by evil, all
to survive
Saving us all from the night
Remember!
He defied the authority of the lightning god,
With the gift of fire
Ô
Chained on the Caucasus
As the Eagle
a sense how lights got us
And sealing the win's where it begins, it's right by us
Labeled it type bias, to be one in the same
Or maybe they might buy us
darkened
Where unbeliever hearts stay hardened
My eagle talons stay sharpened, like city lights stay throbbing
You either make a way or stay sobbing
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
The Komsomol calls
Us to the path.
It trumpets of heavenly flight.
From an eaglet a brave eagle
Grows up in labor and work.
We swear we will be faithful
flying by
Wonders all around us
And life is all we've got
If you wait for mountains then you're
Gonna miss a lot
Look of lovers walking hand in hand
and a mixer
That’s all we need man, we’ll pass
The first mic to Kurupt, yeah
I'm the militant military
Bald eagle, squeezer, Caesar, Ebenezer
I am the worst
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Dress her up and keep her flyer than a eagle
Can’t compare us to these others because we not equal
Little mama beauty cutting deep because its lethal
Ya I
In them mags and struts
Then we gonna drag us a chariot
Yeah a big gold eagle painted on the hood chariot
[Chorus]
Good lord Witchita
Sure hope
Cruising in my conscience
Should've said, cruising for conches
Now this killer flow flows wetter
Than unidentified dead veterans
Wordplay got me
I'd rather be home,
But I make my livin' on the go
Big silver eagle spreads her wings
And drops us at another show
I think about holdin' my baby
and best believe every nigga I'm with got a sit
They try to hold us back, paint a picture of us, then sell it straight to the public
You young, black, then
Let us find a place where
You'll be all mine
All mine yeah
Let us find a moment
A moment not bound by time
Let us find a place where
You'll be all
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
solved
Government love
Facebook gif for us all Only God can Save us the
Trap made us fall
These shootings happen everyday
Issa kill to us all
These
Once again we march to war
For victory or death
They arrived with talk of hvitekrist
By force they wanted us to kneel
With their swords held to our
Solomon, Solomon, Solomon Eagle
Run through the city full of evil
Streets like the jungle, keep your head down
Keep your hands up when you move around
Surrounded by eagles' wings"
He said "It's none of my business,
But who is this angel,
That you had me cover up?"
I said "Oh, that's just a name,
It still
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
They'll never know what happened
When we come through them cowards don't want none
They screaming at they murderer's
[Styles P]
Ghost in the Machine!
This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
Feel this motherfuckin movie
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