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exceptional or superior to
Other nations when the facts show
There is American corruption in
Voting rights, criminal justice
Housing policy a political system
Underpaid
I spend all my time down in the Arcade
Playing games with the lady with her Hair in a braid
Cuz I'm Midwest Middle class American Made
Yeah I'm
girls, I'm looking at you girls
You mix and match it girls
You dress so fly
I'm fascinated by the Japanese fashion scene
Just an American girl in
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
and they cut off your arms
and they cut off your legs
and they made you a target
for american bombers
And headed for the Eiffel tower
And there the street merchants
Called us out by name
"Cool shades here for the Americans"
They said in their finest
to get off into that brand new Snoop Dogg produced by Pharrell
So everybody in the city tonight
I want to you roll your window down and turn the music up
his life away, soon as he clapped
Gave that boy a life sentence, made his mama relapse
Damn, they don't understand
Comin' from the bottom, it's so
Americans
I'm on a mission to bring out the facts
You got your stories but they all have cracks
Misinformation, lies and deceit
What made you think that
go to your creditors
'Cause they know who you are
Don't leave your home
Without American Express
Never trust your friends
Without a very thorough
yeah
Yes the Redman is what they call me
Rarrarh
Busta Rhymes now
Rah! Rah!
Phife Dawg
Five Foot invasion son
Live and direct!
Dilla, by way
knew we was destined
Niggas made it out (out, huh)
How you my dawg, and ain't applaud, what's all the hate about? (Bout, huh)
I'm one of the ones
From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly
Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties
Player trophies, pray to Goldie
Picture
The fire and the flame
Burning on his dwelling place
For the lust and the power in the palace he dictates
O' the pigments in your skin
Were made by
enough is enough
Since every bit of their training has been funded by us
Here comes the death squad
American made
An army of butchers
Product of the S.O.A.
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday
As a funeral procession made its way through the gates
Watched it roll up a winding road
Through a field
Roaring 20s
Ain't gonna let 'em have me in a
Depression by my thirties
You gone your whole life livin' by the book
That's how you have measured how
made us frightfully brave
And though if the Van Dycks have to go
And we pawn the Bechstein Grand
We'll stand
By the stately homes of England
Here
to challenge me, thinking I’m the only me
Mentally, I find myself just hopeless
Pre Chorus
Blind American, is this really American
Cause this is my insanity,
Here in the USA where it’s the home of the brave
Just know freedom ain’t free I’m American made
I’m a hard working corn fed son of a gun
I Bust
In this town every bar knows everybody by their first name
Feels good to be around but Hollywood is just a wish away
Couple cars couple kids pretty
If you'd had made a tag on the back
Of those designer jeans she's wearin'
It's some big name brand you can't buy at a Wal-mart
And you from what
partner, nigga
Duck ass nigga
Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg
Thought you was my nigga, shawty, thought you was my dawg
You
drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate
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