| People of the press
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| We are in a state of emergency
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| The President is here to address the terrorist level rising
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| And the upgrade of homeland security
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| We are in the position as a nation
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| Where critical times are hard to accept
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| We will answer your questions in the order received
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| Ladies and gentlemen, The President
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| How I’m coming in the land of opportunity
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| A few love to see me get it
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| The rest spend their energy trying to ruin me
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| I move like it’s two of me; |
| you run up on it it’s said
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| It’s like I got eyes in the back of my head
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| If there was any doubt before, I could never return
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| Watch and learn, this the type of heat that make Pete squirm
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| Next turn, the cream of the crop, even if screwed and chopped
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| It’s like an orphan rich families adopt
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| When they left CL with nathin — only wishing me
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| A lifetime of rabbit ears and pure frustration
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| From that, to standing ovation
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| Just to let 'em see my brand new LP sweep the nation
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| You’re dealing with a much wiser mind with inner strength to find
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| And force rougher hands to fall in line
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| And locked down in your town, strung out and still not free
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| For the world to see American Me
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| In a jam, they wanna chase me like Uncle Sam
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| Have me leave my life it’s crazy
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| Come back home, give me 52 states to roam
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| And complain when it’s time to pay me
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| I’m on top of my game when it comes to the country
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| People thinking oh it’s just gravy
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| I’m as hard as they come, straight out the slum
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| Nothing comes for free it’s American Me
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| Like I’m giving you your last rites, when you see my face
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| All you’re looking at is stars and stripes
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| With three-fourths of the drug law
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| So now you know why we build with bricks, they build with straw
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| Against the mark of the beast
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| Cause sometimes men must fight wars to truly have peace
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| Hear to conquer valleys of foreign soil
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| 'til you show me all your hidden weapons and fields of oil
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| I’m sending in troops, heavy press want the inside scoop
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| I’m like mums the word up in this coop — oversee that God
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| When they move that quick
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| Admire my swag to use it as a measuring stick
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| I paid my dues, why we can’t lose, plus I refuse
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| To let 'em stagnate the growth of my blues
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| The pattern of me is sign no statements, cop no plea
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| In what can only be American Me
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| That’s why they all jockey for position
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| Just the crabs in the barrel, but watch me from the outside fishin'
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| This is stop look and listen, besides the shine and glisten
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| You learn and earn when nothin' is a given
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| Meet soldiers in victory, lames in defeat
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| Bunk with heads in the joint who can’t live on the street
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| When I die for the principle, stand for the code
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| Where I never gotta come back, I just reload~!
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| Like the bars in the bing, the puppet on the string
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| Names ring but can only be one king
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| I’m talkin' 'bout a whole new leadership, my voice on them beats
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| And how they gotta come up out them seats
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| I bang hard and unscripted, strong black and gifted
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| Missed it, is how the top spot got shifted
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| CL’s the key, to the way things have to be
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| Living the dream, American Me |