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blood,
They wanna see hate,
Like needle in your vain,
Sickness with no name,
In a world that's insane,
Was America to blame?
When you're prayin' for
a big fuck you!
I keep spitting in your face, every month and every day,
Every time you hear my name my middle finger’s up too.
You think I own you, by
freedom to go about saving the earth and the ozone, we should start by paying all those dirt-poor coca farmers in South America and out-of-work loggers in
question, there's a big answer to it
And a big answer is simple, like the word "no"
America can write her name across this century, and so she will
If we,
between the endless nights.
And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock
white bitch is rich something like Madonna
Big M on the whip but it ain't a Mazda
From Gertz all the way to Kings Plaza
Flow viciously sick need to see
us, murder, torture, crime, y'all trained us, America is so Rich, when y'all gonna pay us, Food Stamps, Section 8, that's all ya'll gave us, who do we
when they locked that man up
Wrong! It's just the beginning, the first inning
Battle for America's soul, the devil's winning
The President is Bush,
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
started an outfit that he called America First
In Washington, Washington
All around the country, Lindbergh, he did fly
Gasoline was paid for by Hoover,
Niggas
Hoe Niggas
Rich Niggas
Broke Niggas
Bitch I told niggas
This was our year right here
You been through hell let me get a hell yeah
Hell yeah
This
(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America
a match (haaa)
Can you match that? Can our smoke intertwine? (Huh)
Or are you blowing it up behinds
'Cause
I'm rich than a muthafucka (Woop)
You can go
after three on
The shores of north America's hoof
When they celebrated thanksgiving with the wolf
When I was young they was feeding me fairytalz
And this
Poisoning System in our pockets and ear
The GPS NSA and PRISMs endear
They don't need to microchip our blood streams
They already know the flow
And they say
to the shadows
With actors standin' behind me with puppets controlling nothing but shapes
But that shapes our fate
This is the Allegory of the cave theory by
feat. SoulStice
[Intro: Killah Priest]
Uh.. Black August
Good Morning America
It's Killah Priest back at ya
I'm feelin' good tonight, uh-huh
solved by tomorrow
If these rich muhfuckas wasn't so damn greedy
They own Ninety nine percent of the worlds entire wealth
They just hoard that shit so you
and paid for by the big tech stores
We only hear what they sanctify
Just enough so the masses will comply
And if you don't just say bye bye
I cry this is
to accredit
But ya needs connect shit up from South America
Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
Holdin' old hundred dollar bills, wit small
needs connect shit up from South America
Money calculations, told B.I.G. I sit up on it still
Holding old hundred dollar bills, wit small faces
be claimed
This quest rests in our hands but they wrapped in chains
Sometimes I can’t think the same
Like my mind is wrapped in chains
Supplied by all
everything's just fine
I mean, we all human beings but we not alike
'cause the loudest on the Internet get to sleep through a quiet night
It's a big
shake ya boat.
Take ya toast, this rap shit I make the oath
To get cake, or estates by the lake or boat
Bad hoes, (??)
See the snake, (??) leave faith
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