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Like saying the problem's over when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's
heaven on earth.
We sell our souls, sell our souls for Big Wedge.
Are we selling out tomorrow for today?
A surgeon checks your plastic on the telephone;
(Cryin', cryin', cryin', cryin') Yeah, what's up? (Yeah, what's up?)
Welcome to America baby (uh)
Home of the brave, American dream, you know?
believe
That we can do anything
And the real world wasn't quite so real
Livin' life just how we feel
I feel like it's the fourth of July
It's our very
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
it be off in
Another war but within
They gonna pin us all in
They gonna build em' a wall
Just to make this a big prison
Facts
When will it end
Never
We
Like, whoa, whoa
Sean Don, whoa
Big boys
Look, all I gotta say is what a year, what a year
I decided now that every year is our year
Aw yeah
the cash flow, it ain't black or white
It's called rich or poor
Now you know me the ROC my name
Never ran into crime and try
To walk the straight path
fuckin' with me, then her life is probably ruined
We can leave America and we can make a movie
Every single diamond on me dancing like a movie
Make lil'
palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans
getting laid
Face masks, butt plugs
Sold out, big fame
Fuck
The poor beg
The rich laugh
The kids bribed
Taken for flights
The poor stare
The rich preach
used to be broke on my own tho
But I stood ten toes on my own though
Rich dialogue text with my bro though
Fuck niggas but we live by our own code
Big
In our day certain economic truths have become accepted as self-evident
A second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity
And I don't expect them too
I'm black in America we play by different rules
You supposed to go to school
I'm supposed to dropout
You supposed
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
be united (united)
And our love won't be divided (oh oh oh oh oh oh)
In America the problem take over
Robber shot Peter Tosh in Kingston, Jamaica
thousands of years
But since it's here, we pretty well take it for granted
We in America are particularly fortunate to live in the richest land that ever
In the big picture
Behind the scenes
America is changing
But slow changes are hard to see
Our feeble memories blind us to the difference between
day, I don't know wetin dey happen oo, when the poor man dey suffer, na so the rich man dey jolly, for they spending our money, one day e go better ah,
films
White people watch it and laughing
My nigga bang under the five he make you sing like the Jackson's
And neither had a childhood America's
Good evening. I'm Brad.
Today, I'd like to talk to you about one of America's favorite pastimes: baseball. Baseball is a game that has a rich
the stratosphere, shitting factories onto the countryside, building computer networks which bring new addictions to the young, and big brother into our homes.
hoes love you for that money you make
Show me some house-pitality, when we come in you state
Ghetto Government, we strugglin', for food on our plate
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