Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3 - Lyrics - Blackalicious

Title: Release Pt. 1, 2 And 3
Artist: Blackalicious
Composer(s): Xavier Lorenzo Mosley, Timothy Jerome Parker, Vincent Segal, Tom William Shimura, Saul Stacey Williams

Lyric:
(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

Prevalent melanin elephant bailin
And carrying sedatives that'll give average lettermen callouses
Wrecking with savageness, catalyst
Battling rappers'll stagger right after the dagger is left in it
Cherish ? (Release) Attica
Shatter your algebra with calculus (give it up)
Damage your pattern I'm pounding you so fabulous (give it up)
Enough is enough is enough and I'm busting up outta this shell
In eruption and rupture your structure the fuck with you (Release)
Up in you and cut you a costumer
Huffing and puffing, discussing absolutely nothing, disgusting
Plus I'm feeling me rushing up in your country percussion
No woman gets struck in the boundaries
Wake up if your lunging, I'm something, you're nothing (Release)
Now come see grunting, I'm hunting
For one emcees running
I'm stomping my foot through your army
They couldn't have stopped me with shoties
Oddity, why did he, why do these entire societies inside of societies
And survivors still remain alive (Release) emcees
Thriving to flow, opting to go
Five hundred and fifty-five syllables to go
Split em' with subliminal intentional dentinal pro
Unlimited flow unriveted, inhibited, vindited
Now you can't get rid of it like (Release) business
Magnificent, intimate, in it with, in a minute, gonna be in a nicks
In it with a gig, big fat heads like eggs Benedict
Pigs lick shit, rip with words in a bismol energy
It's time I society beats release

Inner breathlessness, outer restlessness
By the time I caught up to freedom I was out of breath
Grandma asked me what I'm running for
I guess I'm out for the same thing the sun is sunning for
What mothers birth their youngens for
And some say Jesus coming for
For all I know the earth is spinning slow
Suns at half mast 'cause masses ain't aglow
On bended knee, prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter versus spirit
A metal ladder
A wooden cross
A plastic bottle of water
A mandala encased in glass
A spirit encased in flesh
Sound from shaped hollows
The thickest of mucus released from heightened passion
A man that cries in his sleep
A truth that has gone out of fashion
A mode of expression
A paint splattered wall
A carton of cigarettes
A bouquet of corpses
A dying forest
A nurtured garden
A privatized prison
A candle with a broken wick
A puddle that reflects the sun
A piece of paper with my name on it
I'm surrounded
I surrender
All
All that I am I have been
All I have been has been a long time coming
I am becoming all that I am
The spittle that surrounds the mouth-piece of the flute
Unheard, yet felt
A gathered wetness
A quiet moisture
Sound trapped in a bubble
Released into wind
Wind fellows and land merchants
We are history's detergent
Water soluble, light particles, articles of cleansing breath
Articles amending death
These words are not tools of communication
They are shards of metal
Dropped from eight story windows
They are waterfalls and gas leaks
Aged thoughts rolled in tobacco leaf
The tools of a trade
Barbers barred, barred of barters
Catch phrases and misunderstandings
But they are not what I feel when I am alone
Surrounded by everything and nothing
And there isn't a word or phrase to be caught
A verse to be recited
A man to de-fill my being in those moments
I am blankness, the contained center of an "O"
The pyramidic containment of an "A"
I stand in the middle of all that I have learned
All that I have memorized
All that I've known by heart
Unable to reach any of it
There is no sadness
There is no bliss
It is a forgotten memory
A memorable escape route that only is found by not looking
There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless
They are a mere weight pressing against my thoughtlessness
But then, who else can speak of thoughtlessness with such confidence
Who else has learned to sling these ancient ideas
Like dead rats held by their tails
So as not to infect this newly oiled skin
I can think of nothing heavier than an airplane
I can think of no greater conglomerate of steel and metal
I can think of nothing less likely to fly
There are no wings more weighted
I too have felt a heaviness
The stare of man guessing at my being
Yes I am homeless
A homeless man making offerings to the after-future
Sculpting rubber tree forests out of worn tires and shoe soles
A nation unified in exhale
A cloud of smoke
A native pipe ceremony
All the gathered cigarette butts piled in heaps
Snow covered mountains
Lipsticks smeared and shriveled
Offerings to an afterworld
Tattoo guns and plastic wrappers
Broken zippers and dead eyed dolls
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
It matters not what this paper be made of
Give me notebooks made of human flesh
Dried on steel hooks and nooses
Make uses of use, uses of us
It's all overwhelming me, oak and elming me
I have seeded a forest of myself
Little books from tall trees
On bended knee
Prostrate before an altered tree
I've made the forest suit me
Tables and chairs
Papers and prayers
Matter vs. spirit, through meditation
I program my heart to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation

(Release)
(Release)
(Release)

The heaven-sent benevolent medicine man reverend
Peddling deliverance that resemble amphetamines to
The residents in the meadow of pestilence
Who developed a chemical dependence on pessimism, now
Is he is, or is he ain't
The most distinctive speaker seeping through your sleepy speakers
Yes he is, oh, yes indeed
So distinguished, so close some people think half (?)
Ain't no secret, people, trust me
It's mostly hustling
Moves me up strait
But just focus on the gun scene
Boasting and fussing
They both so unproductive
Suppose it go in my blood stream
Let me post this question
Ask anybody, just anybody
They'll tell you that the antibody to the petty
Potty mouth gots to be
Success at something
To be the best of something
And not to stress the dumb shit
Cause you ain't missing nothing
You got to

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older dates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate fate

Astrologist, colleges follow this through the metropolis
The dominant brown bomber, I'm in it, being prominent
Walking it, mean walking it, clean the scene, stalking it
Volcanic, got ya'll panicking, false canyon
And, awe wait, all day
Outlandish bandits be slandering what we mastering cause they can't catch us
They all pray for our downfall
Maybe one day, sike
You never get no balance if you're crooked so play right, snake
I'm mongoosing on you, stormtrooping through your form
Oncoming, enslaught, on one
Chopping you, I'll tomahawk, trauma hawk
On running (?), rocking shit 'till I was born
You're a Tom Thumb and I'm King Kong Bundy
Strong thunder, all summer long, keep on coming
Dawn, dusk, night, morning
I'll bust tight poems
Raw, just might (?) ya'll
With the white motive, motivation

Motivate, accelerate, never wait, know your weight, throw away hate
Grow and make weight of your older gates
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith
Just motivate, accelerate, never wait, show the way, no escape
Take hold and shift shape, live a longer day
Elevate, concentrate, get your focus straight, and orchestrate faith

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Motivation Of Man - Lyrics - Iced Earth

Title: Motivation Of Man
Artist: Iced Earth
Composer(s): Jon Schaffer

Lyric:
At last we will claim what is rightfully ours
Absolute power and absolute knowledge
All galaxies and the subjects there in
Will kneel before the human race

Unlimited power and unlimited knowledge
Mankind will be one with the architect of the universe

At last within my grasp
We are one step closer to cleansing
We claim the universe
Causing galaxies to cower

Unlimited power, unlimited knowledge for
Man will no longer be seen as primitive or inferior
Unlimited power, unlimited knowledge for man

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20th Century Man - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: 20th Century Man
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
This is the age of machinery
A mechanical nightmare
The wonderful world of technology
Napalm hydrogen bombs biological warfare

This is the twentieth century
But too much aggravation
It's the age of insanity
What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem

Ain't got no ambition
I'm just disillusioned
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna be here

Mama besides she can't understand me
She can't see my motivation
Just give me some security
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century

You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William Shakespeare
You keep all your smart modern painters
I'll take Rembrandt, titian, da Vinci and Gainsborough

Girl, we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna die here

Girl, we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't want
I don't wanna be here

I was born in a welfare state, ruled by bureaucracy
Controlled by civil servants and people dressed in gray
Got no privacy, got no liberty
'Cos the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me

Don't wanna get myself shot down
By some trigger happy policeman
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here

My mama says, she can't understand me
She can't see my motivation
Ain't got no security
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna die here

This is the twentieth century
But too much aggravation
This is the edge of insanity
I'm a twentieth century man but I don't wanna be here

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Oh Jerusalem - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Oh Jerusalem
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Oh, Jerusalem yeah
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem
Oh, Jerusalem

Realizing that there's no place else to go
And there's nobody I know who can help me
Text book solutions are so improbable
'Cuz everybody else is just as empty

Naked as the day that I was born, I tried to hide
Behind education and philosophy
Hopeless explanation to describe a situation
I can't see because the world's on top of me

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Freeing me from dust, and the superficial trust
Of an enemy that seeks to take my breath

Failing to connect, 'cuz I'm morally defective
By reason of the God inside my head
Causing me to see, only what pertains to me
Believing I'm alive when I'm still dead

Limited to Earth, unable to find out my worth
'Cuz I can't see past my own vanity
If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it
From my mind because it has to be insanity

Oh, wretched man that I am, who will deliver me
From the body of this death?
Can I even factor, that I've only been an actor
In this staged interpretation of this day

Focused on the shadow
With my back turned to the light
Too intelligent to see it's me in the way
What a paradox, having God trapped in a box

All this time professing to be spiritual
Naturally pretending
That I'm actually defending
God through my facade, only material

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thine heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping thee from perfection

Submit to truth, leave the deception of thy youth
So we can walk in the council of authority
Forget the proof, a generation so aloof
Only follow in the steps of the majority

Trust in the Lord, with all thy heart
And lay not to thine own understanding in all thy ways
Acknowledge Him, and He shall direct our paths
Be not wise in thine own eyes that you can?t follow Him

We judge and condemn, just as ignorant as them
Who religion tells us that we should ignore
Perpetrating we're in covenant with Him
Exposed by the very things that we adore

We grin and shake hands, then lay ambush for the man
Who has a different point of view than us
Infuriated 'cuz he doesn't understand
Bringing up those things we don't want to discuss

Wise who do evil, we don't know how to do good
Walking on in darkness running from the light, ey
Led to believe, because we live in neighborhoods
Telling us what's going on will be alright

Oh, so repressed, so convinced that I was blessed
When I played with my game of Monopoly
Oh, to suggest, that my life is still a mess
Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, keeping them from perfection

Abide in me and I in You, as the branch cannot bare
Fruit of itself except in the vine
I am the vine, ye are the branches, He that live in me
And I in him, the same bring forth much fruit

But without me, you can do nothing
Oh, Jerusalem, your traditions have deceived you
I've chosen you, you haven't chosen me
And whatsoever, you ask in my name He may give to you

But in vain they call my name, teaching doctrines just the same
Justified among themselves
But God knoweth the heart, what man esteems as smart
Is an abomination to Emmanuel

Just repent, turn from selfish motivation
So iniquity will not cause your demise
Make you a new heart and a new spirit for why would He die
Oh Jerusalem, please tell me why

I have no pleasure in the death of Him to die
Says the Lord God where forth turn yourselves and live
It's not the talkers, but the walkers in His word
Are the only ones the Father will forgive

Oh, Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness
That thou mayest be saved from thy deception
How long, shall thy face those lies within thee
Oh, Jerusalem, providing you no protection
Oh, Jerusalem, oh, Jerusalem

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Hit The Deck - Lyrics - The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say - Ice T

Title: Hit The Deck
Album: The Iceberg / Freedom Of Speech... Just Watch What You Say
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
"I'm the minstrel man, the cleaning man
The pole man, the shoeshine man
I'm a nigger man, watch me dance

I put the lyrics on the paper with the pen
Evil E makes the records spin
Islam drops the beats that you rock to
Thought that I would never get you? Got you
Doggin the floor like you know you never done before
How could a brother be so hardcore
And still keep you on the floor like a maniac
That's your question? Well I'ma answer that
I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right
Ice, the capital T, airtight
Coolest of the cool, a mack on a mission
Step to me fool you're missin
Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here
This ain't no game to me, this is my career
Throw me a mic, plug it in, "Bet!"
I won't be happy til the dancefloor's wet
I ain't no rookie, I'm a microphone vet
Evil E's on the set, hit the deck

Be easy on the cut
Be easy on the cut
Be easy on the cut
And no mistakes allowed

E-M-C-E-E, I-C-E-T, A-N-D, DJ Evil E
Doggin the deck like it's never been done before
You had enough? "more!"
Here we go, I'm about to blow up
Don't you dare bite my rhymes, I'll make you throw up
Poison soaked in an acid bath
Swallow homeboy, your throat'll need a skin graft
Toss it up, while the DJ known as Evil cuts
You wanna know what's happenin what?
The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control
Look in my face as my eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous track
Watch out word this ain't no joke
A sucker tried to flex and his arm got broke
Don't make a move that you'll regret
Evil E's on the set, hit the deck

Kick it
Kick it
Kick it
Kick it

You start to think and wonder bout how it's done
"An emcee? Maybe I could be one"
Drop the thought, get a job, change your mind
To be a dope MC takes time
Eight years of mine, no time for draggin
You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!"
But if it's in your heart, get a pen
Don't stop writin til the inkflow ends
Work and work and don't halfstep
Dog the mic every chance you get
Motivation must be kept
Stay down and build your rep
Yo so let me demonstrate, rappin as a fine art
And when I'm finished, you can take this rap apart
Analyze my elements and tactics
First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this
I jumble topics, you won't know where I'll go
Back in your face with a cold but steady flow
You feel the power of the Ice in the first row
You already know what to say, "HO"
On the mic is a stone cold vet
Evil E's on the set, hit the deck

I'm in my mode, called the fourth episode
Or the last verse, if you wanna decode
So I gotta raise the heat, hype up the beat
Switch the mic from airtight to elite
Pounce upon the deck, it ain't wet yet
Let me see how hot you can get
Then I'll turn up the amps, blow out the lights
You're in darkness, then the mic ignites
Glowin like it did before, but even more
The room is lit, the raps are hardcore
Evil cuts the records like a psycho with a switchblade
You see a blur that's the crossfade
Loud and proud, words bombard the crowd
Look up in the air you see a mushroom cloud
I kick flavor to a musical track
Too fast to catch, too complex to match
I'm gettin hyped as hype can get
Evil E's on the set! Hit the deck

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Entropy - Lyrics - Against The Grain - Bad Religion

Title: Entropy
Album: Against The Grain
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Gregory W Graffin

Lyric:
Random blobs of power expressed as that which we all disregard
Ordered states of nature on a scale which no one thinks about
Don't speak to me of anarchy of peace or calm revolt
Man, we're in a play of slow decay orchestrated by Boltzmann

It's entropy, it's not a human issue
Entropy, it's matter of course
Entropy, energy at all levels
Entropy, from it you can not divorce
And your pathetic moans of suffrage tend to lose all significance

Extinction, degradation
The natural outcome of our ordered lives
Power, motivation, temporary fixtures for which we strive
Something in our synopsis assures us we're okay
But in our disequilibrium we simply can't stay

It's entropy, it's not a human issue
Entropy, it's matter of course
Entropy, energy at all levels
Entropy, from it you can not divorce

A stolid proposition from a man unkempt as I
My affectations major, I can not live by
But we are out of equilibrium unnaturally
A pang of consciousness of death
And then you will agree

Its entropy
Entropy, it's matter of course
Entropy, energy at all levels
Entropy, from it you cannot divorce

Entropy
Entropy
Entropy
Entropy

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Feel Me - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: Feel Me
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Matthew Arther Delgiorno, Dwayne Michael Carter, Bigram John Zayas

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Lyric:
So Little Wayne
What's your motivation?

Is that really a question?
Do you really have that written down in your notepad
You should be ashamed of yourself
You smell me, girl
I smell like money

See, that's what they don't understand
To me it was always get money or die
I come up under Birdman the Number One Stunner
You know what I mean I'm stunner junior
Tha's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing
You know what I'm saying and I feel that way for real

So hard I go I keep pushing
The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy
I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie
Used to make a thousand dollars everytime I played hookie
Dwayne Carter absent keep looking
I'm present on the block, I'm a legend on the block
Ice so bright like heaven on the watch
Yeah nigga, I done dropped one eleven on the watch

So watch and see what I do
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing hachoo
They got the shivers, mayne I got the fever
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F. Baby now the F is for Fema
Sick nigga bitch I spit that Leukemia
Yeah, no cure, no help, so me, so good, so hard, so felt
Feel me

And that's just my point right there
That's what I'm always trying to stress, you know what I'm saying
If you don't understand me, if you don't feel me then you ain't real
In my eyes, and that's all that count to me you know
So, is your music considered the voice of
Urban America or America period
I mean, I would say the voice of the hood 'cause thats who I speak for
And myself, you know what I mean, my family, that's who I represent
My hommies, my girl, my life, you know

C'mon, bang this shit, nigga, pump my shit
You gotta bang that wimp and go and dump that bitch
You gotta claim that strip and go and flood that bitch
You gotta aim that shit and straight bust that shit
Like motherfuck them niggas what they wanna do I'm ready
Tevin Campbell, no homo, black Rambo
Fucking with the boy, baby, that's a cambo
If he won in Vegas leave him on the crap table

I'm willing and I'm able to come run up in your stable
Like nobody make a sound, "Where the paper? Where the paper?"
Gotta get it, gotta have it, once I got it I'mma spend it
Then it's back to doing any damn thing just to get it
The re-ups be like birthday parties
No room to park the cars in the garages
So outside the cribs all you see is the roggies
If I ain't say it right, fuck it, I ain't foreign
Feel me

And see that's where everybody get me wrong at
You know what I mean I got that heat rock, for real
Why do you think other rappers lack the impact of your music?
That's because they ain't got that heat rock like me
You know what I mean
They ain't spitting like me, they spitting
But, know what I mean, they ain't got colds
I got the flu over here man, for real
I need relief, y'all help me, for real
I know y'all sick of me 'cause I'm tired of y'all for real

And based on the bank, I'm doing much better
Than a lot of these niggas, I'm tired of these niggas
Yawning when I see them make me stretch and pull the burner
I'm cocking back and passing, they catch 'em in they sternum
Ooh, that gone probably burn ya, that gone probably learn ya
To never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever come around here no more
Rich gangsters over here, you gotta die with the broke bitch
I'm the God I should ride with the Pope
But the boy so hood I just ride with my hoe, yeah yeah

And tell 'em 'bout Hollygrove
Tell 'em 'bout my last show
Tell 'em 'bout my last hoe
You know just born to mack
Call me Dione Sanders bring the corner back, yeah
I'm in my prime niggas falling back
That's right, I'm coming, baby, yeah, hard as crack
Feel me

And that's just what it is, nigga
If you don't like my shit then fuck you and your shit, man, straight up
That's how I was tough, that's how I was brought up
And that's how I'ma go down, man, for real
Cash-money, young-money in your motherfucking throat bitch
Swallow slow
Weezy F. Baby this interview is over, go to the next song
Bitch

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Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks) - Lyrics - The Papercut Chronicles - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Petrified Life And The Twice Told Joke (Decrepit Bricks)
Album: The Papercut Chronicles
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Travis L Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley

Lyric:
I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans
Simply for lack of better stimulation
Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations

That's my pre-gratitude
Post, please leave me alone, that's just my rude attitude
No dysfunction flip side, I'm just your ordinary citizen
They're waiting patiently for me to sin again but then again

I'm really mommy's little angel
But that angel on my shoulder got strangled
For trying to tangle with his nemesis, he caught him on the wrong day
And got cut like DJs spinning doubles

I'm on my way to the store ignoring the city
To purchase a pack of Marb' Reds with a stack of rolled pennies
I could go for Denny's and my stomach holds plenty
But my pocket's got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty

Quite simply put me and my pockets share interest
I'll never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress twice
I learned my lesson the first time
I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel
Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes
With seven shades and twenty tones, plus I breath artistic

They eating everything I'm feeding them
Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium
And results are my children, we share the same genes
Cast the same reflections and interpret the same dreams

Like whoa, like whoa, like whoa, like whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign
Just to turn around and walk back, that's fine and dandy
But what's whack is the fact, I'm still walking
Like, "Thank God for Walkmans"

I'm only yawning 'cause these simple minded mortals make me sleepy
So what do I do? I resort to T.V.
In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself with lackluster images
And insignificant information like, "Willis was really Todd Bridges"

Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversations
And for lack of better stimulation
I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families with gloomy faces
Rockin' "Don't Worry, Be Happy" T-shirts
And you're assuming I'm tasteless

You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it
The basic essentials of a very bitter young man
That kicks rusty soda cans and walks on decrepit bricks
With a permanent pair of headphones
Trying to make these lectures stick

I'll let them protesters picket like they are gonna make a difference
And watch them die before they realize
That their cause was nonexistent
Like their cause was nonexistent

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack
Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose
My purpose got defeated when my mind turned paraplegic
Plus I failed my Civil Service exam, they said I cheated

Not to mention tainted urine samples
And the attention span of a second-grader
More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time
Stressing his daily lesson, hence the ritalin

I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one
And stepped on the left 'cause right's wrong
So what do I do? I resort to friendly games of ping pong
And sing a song in "Sixpence", I'm "None the Richer"
I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose
Feeling like I'm worthless
But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine
Content with the fact that I know this city's mine

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Never Let You Down - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Never Let You Down
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Michael Bolton, James Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Bruce Kuklick

Lyric:
Oh baby

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down

Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have their heart
Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart

Seen the Rovers roll up wit ribbons
I seen them re-po'd, re-sold then re-driven
So when I reload, he holds number 1 position
When you hot, I'm hot

And when your feet cold, mines is sizzilin'
It's plain to see, niggaz can't fuck with me
'Cuz I'm a be that nigga for life
This is not an image, this is God given

This is hard livin', mixed with crystall sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggaz visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordan of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up

I get down for my grandfather who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sit in
And with that in my blood, I was born to be different

Now niggaz can't make it to ballads to choose leadership
But we can make it to Jacob's and to the dealership
Swear I hear new music and I just don't be feelin' it
Racisms still alive, they just be concealin' it

But I know, they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show I.D to get inside of Sam's club
I done did dirt and went to church and get my hands scrubbed
Swear, I've been baptized each 3 or 4 times

But in the land where niggaz praise Yukons and getting paid
It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than durags to get you waves
Nothing sad as that day my girl's father past away

So I promised to Mr. Rany, I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that she was brought up
And I know that you were smiling when you seen the car I bought her
You sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cuz look what an accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah now 'Romeo Must Die?'
I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get down

Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I get down

We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you're apart of the math
Cats think, I'm delirious but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world

I'm tryna make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
My spirit is a part of this that's why it's spiritual
But I get my hymns from him

So it's not me, it's he that's lyrical
I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental

That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I'm into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunta Kinte
I'm tryna give us us free like Sinke

I can't stop, that's why I'm hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talking to you of my many inspirations
When I say, I can't let you or self down

If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And if you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life
In my grip, I would never ever let you down
And when these words are found

Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind

I too dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess, I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out

When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no, you never let me down
Get up, I get

Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get
Get up, I get down

Who else you know been hot this long
Started from nothing but he got this strong
Built the ROC from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Peddled bikes, got my nephews, peddle bikes because they special

Let you tell it man, I'm fallin' well
Somebody must have caught him 'cuz
Every fourth quarter, I like to Mike Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em

More of them on the way, the 8th wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all can save the chitter chat, this and that
This is Jay, dissin' Jay will get you Mase'd

When I start spittin', them lyrics niggaz get very religious
Six hail Mary's please father forgive us
Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggaz
They way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend and I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov and Hov's still alive

Down
Down
Down
...

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City High Anthem - Lyrics - City High - City High

Title: City High Anthem
Album: City High
Artist: City High
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, Claudette Ortiz, Robby Pardlo

Lyric:
They just gave up on our entire generation
So, we were all pushed to the side
'Cuz we didn't see the world through our teachers eyes
When all we needed was a little bit of motivation
But because we wore our pants saggin' y'all labeled us gangster
And said we wasn't worth the time

There are so many things I never asked you
There are so many things I still don't know
There are so many things you never told me
And still so many things that I will never know
And why, 'cuz I went to city high

A school with more dropouts than sign ups and registrations
Mmm yeah, and the pregnancy rate is at an all time high
We all know why
Now you would think the classrooms the place for mental stimulation
But there's some brothas outside sellin' that stuff
That will really stimulate
Your mind talkin' bout gettin' high

There are so many things you never showed me
There are too many things you let slip by
How can I face a world that doesn't know me?
A world that doesn't care whether I live or die
And why, 'cuz I go to city high

So, we don't need your education
We don't want no pacifier
We are the leaders of your nation
We're gonna make sure the world survives
There ain't no justice there's just us
What happened to the meaning of 'in God we trust'
So as we get older and our children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us

There's too many babies dyin' before they're born
Lord ain't that the truth
Too many young ladies cryin' with a daddy in the house
But not a father in the home
Now y'all know there's a difference
And what about all our young soldiers being led astray
By this negative music
What happened to the Isaac Hayes, and the Curtis May field's
And all the Marvin Gayes?
Man we really need 'em today

And there were so many things that needed explaining
But you said it was too late for me to learn
You were suppose to be my shelter when it was rainin'
But instead you left me out here all alone
So I gotta make it on my own

We don't need your education
We don't want no pacifier
We are the leaders of your nation
We're gonna make sure the world survives
There ain't no justice there's just us
What happened to the meaning of 'in God we trust'
So as we get older and our children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us

The people who did believe, what we could do to change our future
You knew the world was in our hands, help build them strong
So they can withstand, all the pressures, all the war, all the prejudice
And the others who were sure we couldn't fight the stress in life
For those of you who didn't believe us
Listen to my words for you, listen to your children sing to you

We don't need your education
We don't want no pacifier
We are the leaders of your nation
We're gonna make sure the world survives
There ain't no justice there's just us
What happened to the meaning of 'in God we trust'
So as we get older and our children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us

We don't need your education
We don't want no pacifier
We are the leaders of your nation
We're gonna make sure the world survives
There ain't no justice there's just us
What happened to the meaning of 'in God we trust'
So as we get older and our children grow up
We ain't gonna teach them what y'all showed us
City High

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Get Original - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Get Original
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, Haldane Wayne Browne, Charlie Stewart, Clifford Ray Smith, George Pajon, Allen Pineda

Lyric:
What?

A lot of brothers, claimin' they hard
I grab the microphone and leave 'em scarred
But not scarred physically, more like scarred mentally
I correct your ego, I'ma show you how it go

'Cause you killin me, ain't no skill in you
With my hands on you I wouldn't be feelin' you
Yeah you platinum, but you whack as hell
I dubbed over your single like a Maxell

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

You might as well, turn in your mic
And start collectin' dollars at the turnpike
'Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed
But you couldn't even fix them in the mix
If you ate pebbles, your shit wouldn't rock
You one of them balloons made to go pop

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow
Stop now, get original, what?
Stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

There is really nothin' you can do
We about to hit you in your face with my kung-fu
Risky on the microphone, I am
Got the energy of Goliath and Rovalynn

I'm about to let you know the deal on how I feel
Many people can't be real, so they gotta chase the steel
What the deal? Is it really all about the bills?
What's the thrill? I'd rather have my soul fulfilled

You gotta stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

We delegate the skills to conversatin'
The loss of motivation of MC's to create
Sent it in for quick hit, waitin' for the break
You didn't pay your dues, so you got on Rikki Lake
How does it feel to be the man on top
When everythin' you got ain't any of your props?

You need to stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow
Stop now, get original, stop now, get original
Start practicin', master your flow

When you think about rap in it's entirety
Violence became variety
Silently personalities differ from what they try to be
2na be on the frontline, with rhyme shell I hit you

You're sluggish like a barbiturate
We can make you admit you bit
A hectic thrill, connect with Will
Then we create with the kung-fu collected skill

The checks get real, people think this shit is hunky-dory
It's another story while we be fightin' for redemption
Pimps and prostitutes get the break they need
With breakneck speed, the fakes succeed indeed

Thinkin' life is a party and it's a must to please
But many pop MC's work for Mephistopheles stop it please
Choppin' broccoli happily for your company
Publically sellin' Satan when really you should be bumpin' the truth

So stop now, get original
Just practice and master your flow

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Never Let Me Down - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Never Let Me Down
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Michael Bolton, James Richardson, Kanye Omari West, Bruce Kuklick

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Lyric:
Oh, baby, tell the motherfuckers

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh, no you'll never let me down

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down

Yo, first I snatched the streets, then I snatched the charts
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came an' went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watch them take it apart

Seen the rollers roll up wit ribbons
I seen a repoe, resolded, then redriven
So when I reload, he holds number one positions
When you hot, I'm hot an' when your feet cold, mines are sizzlin'

It's plain to see, niggas can't fuck wit me
'Cuz I'ma be that nigga for life, this is not an image
This is God-given, this is hard livin'
Mixed wit Cristal sippin', it's the most consistent

Hov give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
An' nigga, I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya' boy

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up

I get down for my grandfather, who took my momma
Made her sit in that seat where white folks ain't want us to eat
At the tender age of 6, she was arrested for the sittin'
An' with that in my blood, I was born to be different

Now niggas can't make it to battles to chose leadership
But we can make it to Jacobs an' to the dealership
That's why I hear new music an' I just don't be feelin' it
Racism still alive, they just be concealin' it

But I know they don't want me in the damn club
They even make me show ID to get inside of Sam's Club
I did dirt an' went to church to get my hands scrubbed
I swear I've been baptized at least 3 or 4 times

But in the land where niggas praise, Yukon's are gettin' paid
It's gon' take a lot more than coupons to get us saved
Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves
Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away

So I promise to Mr. Rainey, "I'm gonna marry your daughter"
An' you know I gotta thank you for they way that she was brought up
An' I know that you were smilin' when you seen the car I bought her
An' you sent tears from Heaven when you seen my car get balled up

But I can't complain what the accident did to my left eye
'Cuz look what a accident did to Left Eye
First Aaliyah, now Romeo Must Die
I know I got angels watchin' me from the other side

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh, no you'll never let me down

Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down
Get up, I get down, get up, I get down

We're all here for a reason on a particular path
You don't need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I'm delirious, but I'm so damn serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world

I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That's why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it's not me, it's He that's lyrical

I'm not a miracle, I'm a Heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental

Vibrations is what I'm into, yeah, I need my lubarinde
But that ain't what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I'm tryin' 'Give us us free' like sinkay
I can't stop, that's why I'm hot

Determination, dedication, motivation
I'm talkin' to you, my many inspirations
When I say it I can't, let you or self down

If I were on the highest cliff, on the highest rift
And you slipped off the side and clenched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down

And when these words are found
Let it been known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love, that's why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme

So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full house
'Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God rains out, take 'em to church

When it comes to bein' true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
I know you'll never let me down

Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get
Get up, I get, get up, I get down

Who else you know been hot this long?
Started from nothin' but he got this strong
Picked the rock from a pebble, peddled rock before I met you
Peddle bikes, got my nephews pedal bikes because they special

Let you tell that man I thought it, well, somebody must've taught him
'Cause every fourth quarter, I light the Mike Jord' in 'em
Number one albums, what? I got, like, four of them
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way

Clear the way, I'm here to stay, y'all can save the chitter chat
"This an' that", "This an' Jay", this an' Jay'll get you maced
When I start spittin' them lyrics, niggas get very religious
Six Hail Marys please, Father, forgive us

Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas
The way y'all all follow Jigga
Hov's a livin' legend an' I'll tell you why
Everybody wanna be Hov an' Hov's still alive

Down, down, down
Down, down, down

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Standing Ovation - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Standing Ovation
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kurt Douglas Carr, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem T Seriki

Lyric:
Now that I've got dough in my pockets
And a whole lot of profits, seems like everybody loves me
It feels great, seems like everybody loves me
A round of applause for the cause, thank you, thank you

Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston
And the media was like Darth Vader
People turnin' like turntables
Stay crossin' over like cross faders

Try to switch up teams, like ball playas
So our enemies are like our neighbors
Keep 'em close, yeah very close
Most of my folks are still on papers

You can work or you can have the work
But we makin' more than all of y'all wages
Motivation, makes hustlas make ya
So we successful because y'all made us

Used to not, give a flyin' eff
When they greeted us with that one finga
Whole world jumped on the tip
And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz

In the hood they say y'all famous
Grindin' hard, so we can ball later
They be like damn, that boy made it
If they say I didn't, that's wrong data

First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud
See me pull that waud and that braud changes
Callin' me, she wanna be on the team
And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers

Boys thinkin' that they can serve me
Y'all actin' like y'all waiters
Same ones who used to walk pass me
We was underground, but now we on majors

Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat
And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor
Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors
I got a message for all haters

Headed to the top and there ain't no way to stop it
And I sho' ain't forgot when everybody used to judge me
Now that I got dough in my pockets and a whole lot of profit
Seems like everybody loves me

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

I was bouncin' back like ping-pong
Ridin' became the new theme song
Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong
When I broke the record for the ring tones

You ever seen a platinum plaque
That look like that then you seen wrong
Better sit back and relax
'Cause my platinum reign is gonna sing long

And I don't blame boys for hatin'
Because they wasn't patient
And they didn't know the plan
I knew that something had them shakin

It was gonna bubble like a Coca Cola can
And I shook it up like a soda can
My wallet is over flowin' man
Now my potential is unlimited
Like the minutes on my Motorola plan

Accountants and lawyers
I got big business, managers
Chamillitary is an Enterprise
Is you ready to ride? Is you a fan or what?

Sound scannin' in Africa
Sound scannin' in Canada
We don't play, yeah VMAs
It can't get any better, can it huh?

And I know it's hard to stay humble
They really thought I threw a fumble
I could of caught that through the trees
While runnin' right into the jungle

Could of been little Mugsy Bee
Turn her back into Mutumble
Would of still been a victory for me
You win, then they'll say they love you

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

Let's give a cheers
To everyone who thought I'd disappear
Thought that every word I said
Was a subliminal shot to disappear

Now I'm in a different gear
No beef, no hate, no dissin' here
You must of been drunk to doubt me
You obviously didn't miss a beer

I used to argue about everythin'
With folks that just didn't hear
Realized, I was wastin' words
Like whisperin' in a missin' ear

I say it good and real
They tellin' me it isn't clear
My two eyes just didn't tear
'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel

It's a better result than last time
But this grind, it's a different year
I really should be commended
For what I've accomplished, give a cheer

Now matter fact, I take that back
Hold your applause for the sequel
We haven't gotten to the part
Where they try to cheat you

Chamillitary
You're a genius, you're a genius

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Live Foul - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Live Foul
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, J Williams, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yo son
No fucking doubt, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
Yeah, let them niggas know
Yeah
Say QB

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious, it ain't no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist

Which part of no games niggas don't understand
Your dealing with one dead serious black man
Whose first resort is to squeeze, second thought to breath
Love this freedom, so you know how I be
And why these niggas want to pull me in
I ask myself that same question over and over again
It's a small world, my girl, I'm smashing a friend
Ain't no love lost might as well join the fuck in

I've been telling niggas how my gangster get
You can trace it all the way back to the infamous
When niggas out now was on infamil
Fuck a hotel nigga was fogging a windshield
Wrecking my first wheel they was barely bulking
Now this dun language is the motivation of their talking
A hate in my blood, you won't find one drop
But let a nigga stunt and he will get dropped
So

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious, it ain't no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist

Yo, dun what up scream at your dog
These niggas been wilding since niggas been gone
Fake niggas stunt like their really that strong
You really that bitch nigga pussy, thongs
P that nigga that will break your jaw
You get jumped by a mobb of niggas for sure
Who get cut bucked and left for dead
We get fucked, sucked and extra bead

Partying with the ladies is crazy dic
Make you want to have babies and eat the fish
You won't feel safe in the same place as us
We make niggas want to stay far away from us
We make bitches panties wet, they pray for us
Want to see a nigga live and be safe as such
We back with more of that murda muzik bitch
I'm going to bang on a nigga that confuse the shit

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious, it ain't no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist

That thing is closer than blood and thicker than water
You niggas is like fleas and guns pluck 'em off dun
Scratch that itch then get rid of that bitch
Then we mobb out with the sixes looking sickening
That's when beautiful whip, we tearing the streets up
We got the big stash box so we can fit the street sweeper
My duns keep it at any time, it's nothing
You run around like you got a pass or something

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious, it ain't no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist

Everywhere that I go now
I keep that thing right with me
It is because I live foul
Shorty like blue piece coming

I got bitches all only back
I got niggas all in my face
It get serious, it ain't no game
So I got to keep that thing at my waist

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The American Dream - Lyrics - The Good Times - Afroman

Title: The American Dream
Album: The Good Times
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Yes, yes thank you for inviting me here for my final speech
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians, and transvestites
Allow me to introduce myself as the Hungry Hustler, Afroman
I am the American dream
Even though the government tried to experiment with me
By placing me in the projects, I'm still the American dream
Surrounded by drugs, jeopardized my life by living around thugs
But I'm still the American dream

Kicked outta Palm dale High School because I was considered
A distraction to the educational process
I've traveled through the complete metamorphosis of the justice system
And I'm still the American dream
Entered Juvenile Hall as a tadpole, hopped outta prison as a bull frog
But I'm still the American dream
The most rejected, disrespected, when I went for a job
I was never selected but I am still the American dream

And right about now, I find it quite serendipitous to see
That all of you some-time in, wishy-washy, two-faced, back-stabbin'
Conniving hypocrites have accumulated here in my midst
To persecute my character with such flagrant slanderousity
But I counter-attack by calling it constructive criticism
And all of your negativity has been recycled into motivation
And I am still the American dream

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind, but now I see
There's a lot of people out there who can identify with me
Young lady right here, you may be a single teenaged mother
But you are still the American dream
The lady next to you, yes, your breasts may not be as big
As men think they should be, but you are still the American dream
Young man, you may not be a baller, shot caller, with 20 inch blades
On the impala, but you are still the American dream

Young man right here, you may have spent all your money
On a hood rat bitch and didn't get no pussy last night
But you are still the American dream
Yes sir, I am just like Ham I'm for the black man
The Mexican, and even poor white all human beings that have no rights So put down your past, pick up your future
Follow me as we journey through the Red Sea, 'cause I have

Been to the mountain top, I've seen the promised land
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the underground category
My mind has been delivered my spirit has been reinstated
From the corporate world's modern-day slavery
I've been emancipated, free at last, free at last fuck a drug test
I'm fittin' to roll some grass, love, peace, and Afro grease, forever

A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W
'Cuz I'm high, 'cuz I'm high, 'cuz I'm high

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