Lyrics:
I’d get the deal
Always keep it real show skill and audacity
Make em all disappear poof! So magically
Like Ervin Johnson, smooth as Pierce Brosnan
I
These are facts
I got no axe to grind
Hey, what are they, blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who
These are facts
I got no axe to grind
Hey, what are they, blind?
In all of the world so far
I'm the greatest star
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who
Children are born
On fields they're grown
Fields of human race
They live in their own virtual worlds
Miserable faith
They grown by machines
That are
rich in America
And we all just tryin' to make it
All around the world
For those who never mistake it
Ain't no place like America
And your pride get hard
American world
Why cower to all those
Who oppose the American world?
When you walk away from that which makes you strong
You only fool yourself; you
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
to be erased by my refreshed base
You and me you know we got this all laid out
November 2020 punch those suckers in the mouth
We got them running scared,
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain
She tried to get it where she fit in
On that american dream mission paid tuition
For
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life somewhere else
After all, it
the World Heavyweight strap
Been obsessed since way back
My Pops was the worst always said "face facts"
"Watching all of that fact crap"
"Gonna turn ya
control
Reject the propaganda
Welcome to the endless war
Madness is sure to fix the world
The enemy's rampant
You can't understand it
The need to surpass
the same
(Never chasing over no bitch ain't no simp we ain't built the same)
Was the quiet kid call that All American Rejects
True to myself most you niggas
a crook
I’m an American
The United States of America is
The demon of the world
I’m a product of America
Youth psychotic from narcotics
Born consumers
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
just don't feel free
And I saw what you could be
But you just won't be real to me
So let's blame this excess
On an American dream
So let's blame
imagination
Always wanted a real girl
But all of them taken
They taken by them fake niggas
Ain't no nigga as real as me
You ain't never took a loss
You don't
ain't have it all
Remember waitin' by the land-line to make a call
Had to bundle up on blankets when it came to Fall
But never did complain, 'cause we've
sorry you'll be
All that grief upon your plate
Then you'll have to make time for me
But, ha, ha, by then you'll be too late
I see the headlines
the gall
To have
American psychosis
American psychosis
American psychosis
American psychosis
Swallowed whole by red pill trap
In echo chambers you're
the video they were not guilty
Philando Castile proves the same shit still
You say all lives matter I'm like get real
Born with the right to vote first
the world on my shoulders
Can't be no weak nigga
Grind to win position
Such influence
Not no public figure
Get it out the mud
It's all good
In the hood
Till
me the wrist is froze
Like toes on a body in the morgue
They were all put there by the squad
Look here I'm the God on the mic
On the track
Like Arthur
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