Lyrics:
exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
American born, American raised, American made
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
'Cause the things I seen
American born, American raised, American made
My country shitted on me (My country)
She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never)
Cause the things I seen
broke
He compiled a triple decker collection
Of songs from his records
Released as the Smithsonian Anthology
Of American folk
"On Monday morning just
Ain't none of my cars American, King of Zamunda
Let's have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art
Backseat of the Benzo, the AMG
Can you love a thug, is
like my heritage, American, the Civil War
Afterwards, we forgot the folks we fought it for
To build up who built this country from the bottom floor
these things.
I met her at the funeral.
She said I don't know what he meant to me.
I just know he affected me.
An effect not unlike his art, I believe.
provably no dinosaur bone ever discovered
Sorry dino lovers
Look into it everything in the museums a reproduction
Have you ever asked or never wondered
surprise
Check my book out I plant the seed learn from the wise
I define what making art is put me inside
Of a museum African American history culture
American Museum
Catch me in the coliseum
Plottin' on my inner demon plebeian
Smokin' European, bow at temple Indonesian, like a genteel heathen
I ain't even
Gas stations have fuel for cars
Museums are places for us to see art
Parks in the neighborhood where our friends play
cfter a long day you can have
wasn't funny
Cause some us thought that we got robbed
And those folks loved their museums
Generous patrons of the arts
But we loved the Pittsburgh
paint a perfect picture for the Chi the art of the state
The state of the art is a major case
And I feel I'm the Chozen One always know to stun
inside a graveyard
Can't wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
Yeah, you feelin'
[Chorus]
Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody
I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started
Keep the tie man, its the American
a stack stack stack
Then I'm outta here, going back back back back back
Folks hate when you too real
I'm the red they the blue pill
Art is facts like
Evening tokes
Sitting by the fire becuase the power's got dead wires
Old folks play spoons
Such a useless talent dead art a malarky
You say im being
The Incas the Mayans
Egyptians the Vikings
Depicted as highest
The best of a species is museum exhibits
Old relics of folk tale fiction
Listen young sapien
crisp in my Metro-dome
Fifteen I was all in with it set in stone, so I speak about what is and it's said in tone
Walked up to the art museum I feel like
Noticing, all the folks
Dressed up
Just to hope you see em
I love the art though
Brushstrokes from the heart
Pain cause... Everybody watching
So you paint
inside ima just let it go
The heartbeat of America
Lose it like my car keys, nigga tear it up
I spark B's wit art thieves
For you
It ain't no sequels
in art, make plain the vague and hope it makes a spark/
Of a little bit of light in all this dark/
I have friends who’s dear to me, don't understand
your art turns into craft -- then the yahoos start to laugh
Then you'll hear the jackals howl 'cause they love to watch the fall
They're the lost
all said and done the whole world will see um
Hanging in museums and big coliseums
Painting portraits of black folks in they kingdom
Painting murals
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