Lyrics:
First man to die
For the flag we now hold high (crispus attucks)
Was a black man
The ground were we stand
With the flag held in our hand
Was
the Eastern world
American soldiers land on Vietnam for the first time
This involvement changes the way society views war
The country just barely survived
on first." Costello: "What are you asking me for?"
"Reports from the new Germany tell of horrors leading to the total extermination of the Jews of Europe."
paved the way for birthright citizenship?
Look how uncomfortable my heritage done made them
The first sex symbol in America was Asian
Sessue Hayakawa got
a hieghst
And ah robbery
Powers that be got bombs fa me
Then imma bomb first
Off a bomb of weed
Levitate then meditate
On everything im grateful for
Then
on the win
It's time for some change to commence
I gotta question for you man ,
From an African American stance
Are we expecting to much from your four year
To trade in some emptied out spaces
For some speeeeeeed
An that good ol' American Dream
An
She took her first release
On the back seat
Of a 1961 black V-8
Forlì on her bicycle, looking for what was left of her family’s house, shattered in one of the first waves of Allied bombing. Along a country road,
killer, I can see the sins of the center stage
Since automation started when they freed the first slaves
My determination was birthed from the birth from
Of my great American highway shoulder piggyback journeys home
Where me, a younger me, and all my tributary best friends
Experience cuts for the first time
you'll find
Where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the brain cell graveyard
Where
more misery
While those in charge of rescue
Waited for the Guard to come
And those who left the Convention Center
Were stopped on the bridge when they
for nothin/my first challenge was bluffin/makin something from nothin/second challenge was balancin hoes cash and hustlin third challenge was
Yo, this shit feel like Sports Center
Nothing but highlights, some ballers
Jumping out the mother fucking gym
So Designer Flow
It's your uncle
From the center of nowhere
Atop the shoulders of giants
Above the creeping fog of disinformation that clouds the American union
This is Will 'O
where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard
where weed's responsible
short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Rent a super car for a day
Drive around with
house
He doused my young body in its first taste of trauma, crumpled my childhood and set it on fire
A popsicle
We'll make it better
Was it banana
I carry the crossbow
Plucking niggas off like arrows but no love
I just spread the plague for them dineros
First rider, spit that black widow spider
Hop
Little talent, jealous for fame
Involving guns Hip Hop they degraded
An American phenomenon of corporate greed
Fake gangsters influenced by
to feel great man I needed that drink
Graduated school and flushed the liq down the sink
Now I gotta be you for kids who wanna be me
First of all let's
First time I walked in I knew this was no ordinary lay-in
Shopped by my bro, econ prof's rollin' in the dough
In center of Stockbridge
Where
and shit
African American Culture Center Masten and shit
You should of seen him in his first role he was the villain
But on corners we we from you know more
Reachin' and you getting sprayed on like a fake tan
I'm from the center of a wasteland
All this drug money be having them actin' funny when you shake hands
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