Lyrics:
fellow Americans.
This is America's day. This is democracy's day. A day of history and hope, of renewal and resolve. Through a crucible for the ages,
A shot of bourbon and urban decay
Putting the groceries in the shopping cart
At night I dream of the National Park
The National Park
Oh the National Park
Several months that he has
Emerged as something else, a public figure
On the national stage though it
Seems cynical to say so
This can partially be
on the streets protecting the killers of our democracy
Don't let the governed vent
Servents should stay subservient
Urban Naxals and deviants
Anti-national
Upstate versus downstate
City versus county
Rural versus urban
Red versus the blue
He said National Service will keep the Union together
He
fellows letters
Show me the truth, give me de proofs
This question should be in your head so your mind will never get loos
Lot of traitors their names
it slow, fellow
Just because the light's green doesn't mean you should go telling
All the city kids to grow up
Hell no!
Life's a game of hide-and-seek
and telephone communications for national security
Any violation of martial law will result in immediate arrest and trial for treason
All traitors will be shot
you sing and play a lick
Fellow came down to Trinidad
Bragging about the computer he had
Said you got no technology here
Got to have more than the rum
on first." "Yeah" "The fellow's name" "Who" "That's right."
"The world will note that the first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima."
Abbott: "Who Is
wetin be this eh
I be your fellow Nigerian oo
We no dey beef o eh
Oga police wetin be this
We be your fellow Nigerians oo
We no dey beef o eh
Instruments
thinks about me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some
or urban still poor
But not the same outside our door
An idiot my color denies
Systemic conditions of you and I
No color of tears when we cry
In the streets
I go through the strangest kind of changes
Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues
And would you believe it I'm so urban
My suburban friends
You've got to be happy go lucky
Everyone has to be happy go lucky
Happy go lucky fellows
Oh, madam! I wish to ingress
Into the national orphanage of this
My, oh my. My, oh my. My, oh my.
My fellow Americans. Tell me what’s happening.
Two-hundred forty-three years. We can’t go back again.
Ever so
I go through the strangest kind of changes
Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues
And would you believe it I'm so urban
My suburban friends
Dried coffee stains upon the manifesto
Doc Brown morning hair
Cigarillo clepto
Meet a fellow traveler I think not heck no
Already late to becoming
Hello fellow adventurers and welcome to Pakistan! Karachi is the largest city in Pakistan and has a rich history and culture. Located on the Arabian
I go through the strangest kind of changes
Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues
And would you believe it I'm so urban
My suburban friends
They were released, beaten with chains and shot to death
There were arrests made but it was not confessed
The national government remained silent
Let me tell y'all now, I want Nicki
Lift her up high up like helicopter far away from her fellow
Let her play problem
While problem tongue play with
her name she was screamin' for help but nobody came
It seems like kind of a shame but it's none of my business
Ten more billion on a national debt
Edumacating urban youth, like it or not
These soliloquies explain our people's lack of stability
You keepin' it real, but ain't got a clue what reality really
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