Lyrics:
Happy Birthday
All she know is that she's hungry and she's thirsty
Saturday morning and been in labor since Thursday
The nurse say a healthy baby nursing
I don't care what they think about me at all In the first place
Imma get it
Oh God
he doper by the minute
They pretending they don't like and they
everywhere you go
Children in Africa starving by the fields
While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose
[Chorus]
He's an American, he's
of Hope and Glory,
Wait until we drop down dead.
[When Noel later used this number in his Las Vegas cabaret act, he adapted it to the American milieu,
bout twerking
I'm American my folks African
Mom say she bout to go back again
Y'all chasing yeys and Kardashians
Not even see what's happening
Police is
There is a bomb
There is a bomb in these streets
Yeah yeah
It could go off
It could go off next to me
Yeah yeh
Its the American dream
Its
the bump to make your backbone hump
You mistook me for a chump, nigga, you must be drunk
Like a bum on the bus you can play in the rear
Kid, you drink too
Turn it up in my headphones, please
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame
More, haha, comin' to a ghetto near you
I wasn't mad until these
To who can affect
The social reject
In me earns respect
Cause I can’t connect…
It’s so fucking annoying when I am
Walking down the street only to see
murda music got cha ski mask whiskey in the flask Andretti in the flesh motor in the ass line em up for cash bring your very best streets demand respect
it, even today, nigga
I ain't change me
I'm still the same kid
Maybe 4 years old, or 20 years back
In the industry
All along
I've been hiding all
Mama's weepin
Drunk fathers
Kickin', beatin',
ambulance
In the streets at 3AM
Every weekend
Ghetto insomnia
At 14 years old
The child made a decision
of my brain
I'm a pretty good shot, hey but this ain't my aim
Want to live the American dream like Uncle Haus and his wife
Work hard, feed my kids, see
that ass laced
I heat shit up, just like a cup of noodle, keep fucking me
You go look like some left over strudel, thrown out in the streets
Homeboy, I
the Glock
(Chorus)
From the streets below to everything above
To the heart that pumps Ra-kim Allah's blood
I swear I kick a hole in your speaker
Bunch of wax dummies, all you guys gonna melt
Live for your kids, die for yourself
Bottles in the sky if you ride for the wealth
Peas on the block,
they clothes cheap
Snitches in the streets got the
Feds ridin' fo' deep
No sleep, police knockin' on the door
It's a battle and a war
Make 'em pile it
breading between lessons
And trying to unscrew the safety
Off this tre for my protection
Due to pounds in my possession
And all these guys flexing
Because
I reject using race and religion
By politicians making hateful conditions
Protect your own
Serve your master
That's why
All cops are bastards
Yeah
grabbed me by my neck pushed me towards the damn door
See my homies, locked down on the same floor
So you want to be a killer and run the streets bro?
there
In 2005 I found cheap recording space and
Sang about the killing ground of Somalia:
"We begin our day by the way of the gun
You don't pay
that I wanna do
I've been existing in a bubble and that's how I met you
We were both alone at the time
Surrounded by the
Ones who love to make us cry
now. and remembering that time I
Feel like, when I wrote that song, I was in that feel of that all the kids
Today, they just feel like they haven't got
dreaming
American scheme, roll up your sleeves, by any means, bred to believe it
Charge for the fallen, my brothers and sisters will not rest in power
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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