Lyrics:
of America
America had formed a Nino Brown in every city
Basically because we have no way out
Ah, is that what America really wants us to think
That we
see innocent people die
I sympathize with Jews, I sympathize with blacks
Sympathize with Natives, America's yours if you want it back
Where
Is this mic on?
Hey, Hey! Hey-hey-hey! Turn the mic up, c'mon, c'mon
Is the mic on or not? I want the mic
We're bringing up nobody, nobody
Nobody
embarrassing shit
Bunch of bitches posin' on some old Miss America shit
I was a wilder nigga back on my therapist shit
Moving careless as shit
In a city where
on the map
Then we right back (back, back, back)
Call me when you wanna get high-igh-igh-igh
Tony Montana with the racks
Ivy P on my bag, double G's on my
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
Smiley? You can't see me
We creep up back of the alley
And beat they ass and take they cash
And then we stab, off in that Jag
I'm in, uh, celebrity crushes
there
I was playing back a thousand memories, baby
Thinking 'bout everything we've been through
Maybe I've been going back too much lately
When time
confusin', confoundin' the British henchmen
Ev'ryone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman
Lafayette
I'm takin this horse by the reins
Sittin' in from st. paul (we're the s-t-e-e-l-e-s) (l) (s)
Cutie pie on vocals (jam) (m)
And by way of queens (master t) (p) (l) (s)
Hey, u ain't supposed 2
The more you the more you get (that's real talk)
Yeah, yeah (let me warm it up for ya)
Who better to usher you back through the gutter
Than America's
red
That's the picture that he wanted
And that's what he got they say America the ugly today
He went to the Appalachians and he saw what we all
children before me
We are born and born again
Like the waves of the sea
That's the way it's always been
And that's how I want it to be
Nothing but
[Featuring Smif-N-Wessun]
Verse One: Steele
Here we go, break of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon,
Lindbergh, she come dressed in red
Said: "I'd like to sleep in that pretty White House bed
In Washington, Washington"
Lindy said to Annie: "We'll get there by
of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.
Well maybe I'm the f America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now
Down by the riverside. Down by the riverside, Oh I love a
Girl. I love her so, I really, really want her to know.
She could be from Africa She
won't of your higher race
History is written by the winner
But we don't want any one of your sinners
We don't like your America
We don't wanna be like
Don't wanna be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new media
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America
Say, say what you want to (we had a chance and now we're gonna blow it)
Say, say what you want to (if this is America you'd never know it)
Ignorance
I want you to listen close my tempo be allegretto
So pick up the sour diesel and put down the amaretto
This America the ghetto
This is America
Say, say what you want to (We had a chance and now we're gonna blow it)
Say, say what you want to (If this is America you'd never know it)
Ignorance
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America
We're the kids in America
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright ligths the music get
of told them come and find me
Yeah
We alive in Christ flesh peeled back eyes closed the light is bright
Thinking that I won't but maybe I just might
Then I
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