Lyrics:
America's preachers tell me that
There is no sermon
Well, that's probably true
If we're talking about a secular sermon
On the subject of hard work
Yeah
This Is America
The Real America
Yo!
In beginning we were nothing but cotton pickers, In servitude
Disenfranchised, fucked by the Justice
walked a mechanic with perpendicular teeth
Perpendicular teeth x 8
By the seventeenth hour, they pulled us up in the 'bayg
and funky tooth started
And hollow in my work I examine
The America we live in
And I've always tried to show people
That the devil we blame our
Atrocities on is really just each one
I know you wanna work
I know you wanna work
I know you wanna work
Boom, check it, boom, we opening the doors
Takin' applications, we scope out
administer their Christ's blessing.
In America poison is injected into the blood-stream.
Another Christ dies, jacked up by the state.
Another glorious
cameras on me and label me an extremist
As if my life ain't extreme enough, as if being black in America ain't an extreme sport
The type of justice I need I
17.5 that work work
Track after track, that work work
She do what she do for the work work
Different By Choice, so the voice worth mills
Flipping rap
that work work
17.5 that work work
Track after track, that work work
She do what she do for the work work
Different By Choice, so the voice worth mills
from the east side of America
Where we desensitize by hysteria
And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is
I live on the west side
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
Take, take, take for America
Break, break, break for America
Slave, slave for great America
Change, change, must change America
Take, take, take for
the time-being
And the world sings
When the Beatles Hit America
When the Beatles Hit America
It's going to be sponsored by...
When the Beatles Hit America
When
my middle finger up with a cup and a dutch split
Hand on my nuts when I'm wilin' out in public
Welcome to America
Motherfucker, welcome to America
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
learned to get by, no
'Cause she's America's guest
She always gets what she wants
She's favored and loved by everyone
Seems like she can do no wrong
and the Senate debating this issue
And it's, it's really astonishing that in a country founded by immigrants
"Immigrant" has somehow become a bad word
So
Do you know who you are..
Do you know who you are fucking with?
Do you know the access to weapons money and power
That we have? We will fucking
If you would suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotion
Is this America? Yeah
Is this freedom? No
Is this Democracy? No
Is equality? No
What
Let me tell you a little bit about what it means to be Black in America:
Being Black in America means constantly being judged. By yourself, by
Murica ain’t neva been America to me
Home of the brave land of the free
Murica ain’t neva been America to me
Home of the brave land of the free
to the grind, Friday do it all again
I'm from America
Home of the red white and blue, blue collar getting bread like you
Yeah boy I'm from America
Home
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