Lyrics:
Americans
Like so many pit-bulls
Trained to attack them
To never give
We gotta put down abortion
Put it down in the books for good
As central
From my nigga Diddy view I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's and Sade's, Cirocs
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
understand it
I'm a no-good coward
An American, too
(A North American, that is)
And I must not think bad thoughts (not a South or a Central)
And I must
from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (shit)
You and what army could
from Long Beach to South Central
Whoa, not these niggas again
These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Shit)
You and what army could
would be true out of love
And love is hard
And don't think that our hands haven't shoveled the dirt
Over their central American graveyards
Doctors
plane."
"American bandstand. And now, here he is, the star of our show, Dick Clark."
"Ask not what your country can do for you. Ask what you can do
From my nigga Diddy view I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain over Central Park, chillin' with my goons
Big Pop's and Sade's, Cirocs
I'm with A in the T and my T phone's ringing
I don't care bout none of these women
Stacking my funds tryna make a living
Loudest grub and the flake
my face out the pictures
Apartment complex a speed bump for the stick-ups
Everything smooth but the gun just hiccupped
Central American ubermensches
Central Station
The land of the red, white, and blue
He smashed every Joe, from St. John’s to Boston
Then turned left and headed out west
He took any fight
Two doves sat on the top of The Rock
One flew away and the other got shot
Two men stood in Central Park
One walked home, and one was left in the dark
Liberation Front, I'm on a militant tip
No Exclusion Act could ever make this immigrant dip
How you anti-Asian when it was a Chinese-American
That
I don't believe you when you gas me up and hype me
'Cause you're lustin'
And these women you're fuckin' look nothin' like me, David
You find
the realm of the disproportionate
Klu Klux Klan
Retired white sheets to police force it
We be, W.E.B DuBois-n it
You calling your women bitches
That's
to give and go
It's only a couple things that we livin for
The main reason most people are in prison for
It's the American dream, what we live for
What
Flashing chains
This American dream thang
Just a numbers game
No pill exist for these growing growing pains
Charge it to the game
Never stay the same
Tap
I'm born ready
Steady as the hand of the shooter
In the flesh yes the embodiment of man versus computer
I make all the women abandon their suitors
Burying your fam like Central American earthquakes
Immortal Technique
Harlem to Canada
Lyrically damage ya
I'm scrolling through my feed
Or are you too busy walking your dog
in Central Park without a leash and then calling the cops?
White privilege, you mad
I'm scrolling through my feed
Or are you too busy walking your dog
in Central Park without a leash and then calling the cops
White privilege, you mad
a Patron, needed support from my fans
Wanna be their hero, but need funds of Batman
Ridin' coat tails while watching chem trails
Workin' for the white man,
Gas down, put the car in park, now we’re gonna play games touch and feel in the dark. A hush fund and an alibi, hookers and hoes don’t keep me
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