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Look mommy see
Ain't no chain on me
Then I open my blinds to see
I'm a citizen
Capitalized though capitalism
Trapped by socialism
So we stand

and the class of 13
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me 

Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria
Mass Hysteria 

Red alert is the color

all again
Cuz I'm the freaking one of ten
At least I see it that way as likely everybody does
Yet it matters not cuz all this thought is helping me

into the armed
forces. 'Gee Mr. Peterson' he cried eagerly,
'Do you think they'll assign me to one of those frontline
trenches (army talk here I don't

Opposites reject
Under the rainbowflag
I'm indoctrinating trash
I'm a propagating lapse (fuck you!)
Nothing new to me
Heard it all before
Further more
It's

blinded by lust
Getting fucking lost
The rumspell inside
Casting golden shots

I feel like I'm nowhere
Still here I am
To drown you in blood
Fly into your

Monarch so call me Satchel
Page after page gets ripped and thrown away
The cage of my rage just fades into the Frey
When I've tried to fade to black it's 50

to the top
While they prayin' on my downfall
But I said fuck em all
I'm gon prove em wrong
All American reject bitch I'm gon' move along
But it won't be too

And now, the all-american Jazz band goes into action for our all-American audience!
Vocal star Bille Holliday
Supported by Roy Eldridge leads

Last Call

Kanye West

The College Dropout

2004

the album, you know
So, uh, Dame took me into the hallway
He's like "Yo, man, B, B, you don't want a brick, you don't want a brick"
"You gotta be under

on both my wrist and on my neck
I’m a King you better come at me correct (What Up!)
Don’t talk down, all I do is give respect (You Knew!)
I’m up now, used

someone had told me before

Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my

at the snaring band
But it runs off your hands like mercury
Eyes are too small, I move by touch
And all I touch feels empty
I pass unseen

So it is with words,

I never could walk on water
Just so you can watch me drown
I won't follow you
And your lost cause
You've let me down

It's time to peel you off of me

I am my own worst enemy, and it seems as time is passing by
I look into the sky and I start to understand why
Nothings ever permanent, life's a waste

Don't compare me to no man
I was made by God man
Fear only God man
Rise above

Don't compare me to no man
I was made by God man
Fear only God man

My friends number
They called that drunk one eish
These limited choices
Will keep me voiceless
Depressed by weak cheques
Stressed by finance
Club

the water
Lead me down into the water
For all my life
It takes a crutch to be with me here now
Lead me down into the water
Lead me down and let me drown in

side of the street ain't always sunny  
Even when it rains, we're coming up daisy's  
Just a couple kids living this American dream baby  
 
Tell me what

American roulette
Bullet to the head
You're all bored to death
Half is all that's left
Close my eyes it's stone
It goes to my bones
Awake as I'm sewn

me a lesson 
Nearly killed me, so I can never forget their message
One of the boys got closer and spoke into my ear
"Go back to your country! we don't

was found
I was tossed and I was bound
Don’t let me drown.

The song of every bird and whale
From blue lagoon, typhoon, and gale
Sailing right into

on to the next one
This ain’t like Jay Z this is like REDRUM
This is like dead nuns
Hanging by they necks son
I am American Monsta, you best run!

American Monsta,

Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)

AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe