Lyrics:
hey
And I'mma beat it, I'mma flip it
Before u see it, I done did it, ya, ya
I know everytime she passes by
Every man around her goes like ""ai ai
Don't wind up like your old dad
Still searching for them glory days he never had
So many bad want to scheme for American dream, no more kings
I used to hate all my Melanin
I used to feel so irrelevant
They put my daddy on medicine
We in America but I don't feel American
Cause they tried
Then Beef You Get Murk Your Friend Then Plead The Fifth
Two Girls On My Face So I'm Still Tike My Fucking Self
Im The Last Real Nigga Left Man Theres
a black man's gonna come and get ya
Time to check the facts
National crime on the whole's been declining since the early 1990's
So keep breathing, relax
even know it until I was well into being a teenager
I didn't get my needs met by the white community
Didn't have the support I needed to thrive
So in
the proceeding
Eve deceived Adam and got him thrown out of Eden
And Delilah dam Samson should have known
The strongest man blind and whipped, getting crushed by
doesn't pay.'"
"I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth."
"President Franklin D. Roosevelt stricken late today."
"Who's
American Dream, yeah my grandma used to pray for it
Growing up with nothing in a country that doesn't pay for it
Had to walk for miles just to keep
Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So ring around the Rosie,
Yeah, I was on that corner, tryna get my coins up
Coppers run up on us and we turn to Jackie Joyner
White man kill a black man, they never report
as the eye could see
I saw a man - he had a plow in his hand
And he said, "What will become of me?"
Indian maid, why do you stand so still
By the streams
your history man
I'm Fred Hampton mixed with Marcus Garvey
Quick to turn a racist to a fucking martyr
Feel this Black reign that's the Black power
Fuck
flamenco, so I take the train, como paella en barcelona spain
Next swing by the home, of Vasco da Gama, Lisboa portugal for a photo panorama
Over
so I ain't feeling Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So "By Any Means" is the anthem, you gon' have to cut me
Put the guarder on pumps, push the broom up they ass
Or the knife like American me, American Sig' is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I
is Muslim
So I ain't feelin' Bush overseas
I think with the wisdom of Malcolm, got the soul of a panther
So by any means is the anthem
You gonna have
You might think you do but you don't know
It's like a dream come true
But you don't know
Man I promise, I'm so self-conscious
That's why you always
7/25/93 I was born
A Filipina American dream scorned
Defeating White Man's greed is my chore
A Mixed Race legacy and lore
7/25/93 I was born
like the super dome
You got different plans, so you deserve love from a different man
I love your melanin
You not a celebrity but I been a fan
You
(One, two, one, two, three)
Pouring snow and six degrees, American cowboy on his knees
Speak your lies so easily, like you had done so recently
You
muitos rappers nos nossos dias do hip-hop
Fizz you know you stupid bombaclat
Oh shit, flow pesados man, so sick
Vim da Margem, aqui de passagem
Falam
own can't handle it
Hand on chin to keep my head up
Ain't no time to kick my feet up
Barely get to roll my weed up
Stole my art supplies
Had to get by
But when it comes to
Protecting the lives of twenty-two million Afro-Americans
Then all of a sudden, Uncle Sam becomes very conscious, of legality
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