Lyrics

I am redesigning the mind of the masses That fear a black man with tattoos and bandanas But when a white man wear tattoos and bandanas And joins a bike gang it's all cool where the balance? Hate my black flesh, bet you're mad that I came up You cannot change, rearrange my chemical make-up Pigmentation, annunaki blood Who just wanted to make ya Astral project plug outta the matrix, you fake fucks plagiarists I make a whore drop drugs with my cranium Telepathy, host with the most You can't find a better beast Better off dead, I sever off heads Ever since I blew up, niggas think I got bread So they got their hands out, they gone get their palms read Red from all they bloodshed Load it up, my nigga, bang bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me dog, it's the American way It's the American way It's the American way Music my own drug, distributed through the people Niggas will never change unless you thinkin' you need to We were built to destroy, home of the unemployed We callin' it rap, while you callin' it noise So evacuate your homes, radios never play my favorite song Miss America would never be black, no use in tellin' me that Everybody could coincide, it could never be that Good riddance to the realest, but you gotta feel us Gettin' cash every day, twistin' flame, hurtin' feelings Stereotype, never marry a wife Another block-nigga making music, maybe you right Most definitely, and you questioning me If the world fucked up, the exception is me The government love guns till they aimed at you Ain't no tellin what I might do for the red white and the blue Load it up, my nigga, bang bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me dog, it's the American way Oh shit, Oh Lord Here we go again finna get these packs off Repetitive sedative, got a fetish for fetishes An American menace, I'm manifesting my businesses Realest as realest gets, terror to terrorists If you put your hands out I'mma crush your fingertips Fuck Bloomberg, that man absurd Throw him in the trunk right up on the curb Hop out mash out leave his ass thurr Niggas talk shit, but I don't fear words Better off dead, prepare for the worse Been slaved since my first damn days on this earth Fuck social security and fuck homeland security And all you rappers ain't god damn shit to me Getting fucked by a label Fame-chasing, bitch-chasing, lonely-ass nigga, probably Go and snitch you ain't going to face it In debt to the red, white, and blue Your government lies, so who the fuck is you? Load it up, my nigga, bang bang Cook that rock, nigga, slang 'caine Point your finger, play the blame game Fuck it dog, it's the American way Get high, my nigga, maintain Tell lies, chase fame Cause if they could, they would still hang Trust me dog, it's the American way It's the American way It's the American way
Writer(s): Demetri Simms, Erick Elliott, Antonio Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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