Lyrics:
Ad Libs
Made in America
Nineteen fifty nine
Born down by the factories
Cross the Jersey City line
Raised on radio
Just a jukebox kid
I
of a bus, a hundred of us
Life in America shouldn't be so tough
We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights
After fighting scores
Yea, yea back up in here smoked out
Strictly trees, strictly trees
Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves
Swift want to ball breakin' day wit
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
of those who thuggin' it
They want to lock us up 'cause they kids are lovin' it
Not knowin' that most rappers are straight-
The- ring out, whenever we
dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
Throw me a reindeer John letter party
back
Aight well, how long will you think it take before motherfucka's be like
"We fight- we fighting a war, I'm fighting a war I can't win
And I wanna
inspected, now we arrested
Attention directed to contents of our intestines
Urinalysis followed by X-rays
Interrogated and detained 'til damn near the next
to be right there breathing
Down there throat every-time they
Look over their shoulders, we want
Them to see us once those
Intentions have made notice, we
anarchism because everything
that you have heard about it is wrong
Got it? Wrong!
Because they can come back to you and say
Who can say what it is?
I want
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
popsicles on her nipples to make her sex passion
triple quadriple, until she bust
Overcome with passion, big ass want lust upon him
But nigga he forsake
it is only because although they've hidden their lies, I still see them
Are we agreed, then? That America is ruled by greedy men
That's how it has
diggin' down under the hood
After clearin' a path to the water pump, and takin' a four hour break,
By hour 27 we were all good, And we sailed
From little
of shit millionaire president wants to project
Fuck are you getting at?
Get the fuck back in the bunker
We taking back spaces til' you manage to make
white America
I gotta spill the tea
Took us from our land
Splitting up our families
Back in Africa
We probably came from royalty
Biggest forced migration
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
Now we've been through a lot of things
Tell me if you know someone that needs (Jesus, Lord)
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
will be over
You can see it in the weather
Out of tune with mama nature
What you do comes back to you
We're not alone
We're not alone
We're not
never coming back
I'm never coming back
No, I'm never coming back
Do you really want a medieval America
Witch for a daughter, and a scribe for a grandson
a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh
peaceful, cause the people round me armed and malicious,
Protected by the amendments,
I want you all in attendance,
When I say that I ain’t ever backin down
he sat back and drank his wine and fucked his slave girl
This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community? Don't make me laugh
I'm living in
a gun for me
I'm more than a man, not a God, but the boy is a man
We ignore all the noise from the outlandish
Standout with the cannon, outstanding,
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