Lyrics:
Hood with bamboos or they miseducated
Shit, but still we rise
Against Oscar Grant's murder
And Oakland homicide
Fuck police it's time to ride
Against
Come one
Come all
No faves
Just y'all
How far
Y'all fall
I'm up
You're small
I just wanted to drop by
To let my spit fly
Let my demons lie in a grave
Where the referee's son started way in advance
But still you living the American Dream
Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows
Who the fuck would want
instead fear and hate got you downing me yea yeah I’m da 1 yea yeah I’m da one been thur it all still stand tall caught a couple techs comin bacc to ball.
your life
But I don't feel you here at all
So help me God
Is this the American church
Tell me now
Is this the American church
I want to know
How'd this
American dream has been a living nightmare
For four hundred years in the land of the free
No justice for all when it comes to me
Go back to Africa You say it
But there was trouble on the other side of town
It was a time when people began to stand their ground
As the eyes of the world were opened by a man
MIND ! TOTG ALL THE TIME! (TOTG)
(Chorus)
Kill for the pay
Ppl enslaved
Govern the mind
We in the end of the days
AMERICAN WAY X4
Kill for the pay
coming after three, don't worry 'bout me
I'm straight, rep my city by the bay
Spread love, all day, every day
And all I know is that I love our music, I
we can not do better
We'll face it all we stand together
I AM
Proud to be an American
Least I know I'm free
Proud to be an American
One time
I AM
No
stand
Generations he’ll inspire though he left this world too soon
With his vision to aim higher we reached up to touch the Moon
And so fellow Americans
as the fakest bomb threats
Maybe I should save my breath and try to get comfortable
As we lay in this hotbed of fatal progress
But despite it all, still not
1 percent of all killers are serial
Yet if you went by the news you should be shaking hysterical
Causing a medical team to come and inspect ya
Fearing
She was writing
An American Novel
But life took the handle
And blew out the candle
The 70's came
Disco and all that dope sped up the grind
Leather
Motherfuckers
I'm only gonna say this once
So you better listen up
It's time to open your eyes
Stand up or die
This is all part of revolution
Spirit, body
chest
Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto
No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat
Word for y'all to earn my reject
Get it out of here, attack
Ooouuuu damn!
Oh my, thank God she’s down to ride
Still ill, Superfried
I gotta keep her by my side
Ooouuuu damn!
Oh my, thank God she’s down to ride
Jazzy we got a bond like we was in Vietnam,
trust it
Everybody need a potna, to stand right by they side
Not only down through the good times,
but also
under stars
Travel through towns we got dents in the car
Dessert time stands still clear my liver and mind
Got nowhere to got nothing but time
Wandering
stand a black man in the house that's white
They don't give a fuck about us don't believe the hype, yeah
I been hustling all my life
I know they say it's
it’s all cheese grits,
It’s all cornfield, you know the deal.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle
written all over
Gold medals from the Olympics
That chair you sit in
Paved by an African American's
Named DR. Martin Luther King
Who graduated at age 15
your face)
There's no need to be afraid (by any means necessary)
'Cause I won't do unto you now (come on)
Amen (hey)
All that we've been through
right
What's all this talk that nas got bought?
I'd rather outline my body in white chalk
Ain't nobody been where I been, they at a stand still
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