Lyrics:
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
want in the ghetto
And please, gutter for the drive-by
Sucka motherfuckers fly by
But why try, to test this three five seven
I know you wouldn't have
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Energy, I'm the enemy of Great Satan
USA that made us slaves
Pray to Lord, send us down His favorite son
I can't take
Yeah (thats right, lets go)
Yeah (lets go, lets go)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah (I'm extra good)
Yeah, yeah
I smoke I drink I do my thing
I'm livin' in
a white flag and Elizabeth O'Farrell's feet
My Ireland is Savita needing agency
The Magdalene Laundries
My Ireland is hysterical and in denial of being
livin' in Palm Springs
Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
livin' in Palm Springs
Young ass nigga, lifelong dreams
They take the greats from the past and compare us
I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
and there's no need to bid
I know that you have plans for me, you wanna see me win
You're always by my side like Daniel in the lion's den
They acting all
It Out on a Pete Rock track like C.L. Smooth
See we livin' in the Matrix way before the movie
Kids fiendin' 'ore the camera screaming, just shoot me
We are the people, defying the odds cause it ain't even
Fighting for freedom given by God he say we equal
Fly like an eagle, this for the heroes up
and shout
Now touch me gate
Yuh nuh pay mi water rate
Becaw great is great
Yuh can underate (Follow me)
Yuh pretty face an bad character
Dem the kinda livin
One day, I was livin' in sin and the next day
I was livin' for Him
One day, all I did was get high til I realized
That's not the way to get by
One
baby on your arm
In spite of bills
And other minor ills
Somehow we manage to survive
It's great to be in love
To have a roof above
And watch
Street
Who call themselves The Fugs
In April
They record by Harry Smith doing the
Punkiest songs yet to exist
Lo-fi noisy shit about poetry, sex and drugs
fire
Great White fire
This is where you chose to be
Locked in all your tragedy
Is this where you chose to be?
Locked in all your tragedy
Bodies
of white nationalists with their
Own needs and wants that can easily be met
In the largest sense
By powerful corporations
But they also want all
Americans
I wanna break the States, I've got what it takes
I wanna break the States, I can't make no mistakes
in the.... USA-USA-USA-USA-USA-USA!
The land
I don't know about you I'm doin' what I do
And the way I'm livin' is great
Only thing that I can do, every day contend you
Give them haters reason
Oooo.....
Take a little bit of white man
Wrap him up in black skin
Then you add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
Ooh,
baby on your arm
In spite of bills
And other minor ills
Somehow we manage to survive
It's great to be in love
To have a roof above
And watch
calm, and a man of few words
How i become a rapper in this business of verbs
All about the fast success whites unleashed
You dwell and well, will have
the USA
Where there is a statue in the harbor lighting up the ay
And I'd open up my arms and be proud to say
If I was a country I'd be the USA
(instrument
Put a
Put a shark on the (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
We got (Yeah)
Put a shark head on the pendant, we got great white (great white)
Brodie keep them things
crazy
I'm back by unpopular demand,
Least he still poppin' in Japan
Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
Screams from the fans
"Yeezy, always knew
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