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From New Jerz straight talk, america's best
Co' Island Staten Island is where I'm at
Y'all amateurs act like hoes affendin us
We're special eders
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
macintosh
On John Walsh
America's Most, aim for spots to put more in a terrier coat
[Method Man]
Uh huh, we speak for the unheard
Caught in the matrix
is fixed
That's why we don't be fucking with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks
back then but today ya say, "What the hey"
(repeat chorus)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Here we go, here we go
A come on, a come on
Here we go, here we go
THIS IS AMERICA
If anyone feels offended by the lyrics of this song, even though you may not understand them, let me tell you something, that's
the worst, dying over an art form
Who're you to judge we're bored
Set the mic down as we mourn
Pick it back up as a sword
Lord knows overwhelmed with work
families, hit our folks, bombs bursting in air
Oh, say, can you see America face?
We share a pair of parents, took good care of the place
We just want
hate runs high
And this time, we'll give it to you easy (give it you easy)
(When I take) I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture
Keep speech free for the masses and whip me with the flag.
We've built our fortune on expendable backs.
This is not my America, embracing freedom armed
got real people want to see us
The word Steeles, your work reflects your life
Your earth respects you twice
Commodity advice chill wid the ice
We pour our hearts into the streets
We pour hearts into our people
We make America great ,while Americans hates us
You know, our little black boys
The knowledge is official but it's often misused
America my masseuse, massaging my back
Tryna' act like, she ain't gonna do me like Pratt
Geronimo, take a leap
of miracles light and sound
All around mile by mile
Loud and lewd and lyrical thrill on thrill
Never still all America was there
Beggar next to billionaire in
DEMON! And we'll remember you, friend, when it comes votin' time. And Margaret Boyd[?] and Carmen Belacord[?], despite ...[?] habit, did some help to back
Hamilton
Alexander Hamilton
We are waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you
You could never back down
You never learned to take
and realize?
Like Pepsi, niggas got a new generation
And we don't want your American education
Ain't no brain washing this way
Fuck America, Tom Meztger,
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,
of friends of mine
They just ghosted you
Now you know what it feels like
And I don't even want you back, I just want to know
If rusting my sparkling
congressman
[Nas]
Step up to the White House let me in
what's my reason for being I'm ya next to kin
And we built this motherfucker
You want to kill me
time, we'll give it to you easy, when I take back what's mine
With pleasured hands, and torture everyone, that is my plan
My job here isn't done, 'cause
Well, the first thing I want to say is??Mandate my ass!?
Because it seems as though we've been convinced that 26% of the registered voters, not
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
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,
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