| If all I saw was gangsters coming up as a youngster
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| Pussy and money the only language I clung to
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| Claim to, I mold myself up to become one
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| Ain’t ya happy I chose rap? |
| I’m a monster
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| Streets deceiving, can’t believe my achievements
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| Cultural strata, persona’s that of a non-needer
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| Cause I don’t need nada 'cept for Prada beaver
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| For cold winters, tattoos got my summer sleeveless
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| To my G’s on the flee from the coppers
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| Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors
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| From the slums I come up, a phoenix caked up
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| Trying to take what I’m eating came up
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| A dismissive kid
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| You lucky if you allowed to witness this
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| Savvy, mild, wild hardly
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| A man’s man, who would’ve knew the beach houses and wild parties
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| Jezebels and Stella McCartneys
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| For years, all that, how can I not be dead?
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| This old German said I was a thug with a knotty head
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| Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled
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| With a face like he wonder where I got my bread
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| Probably all these stones he see, from my shows overseas
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| From crime to rhyme
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| My story is I’m from the home of the thieves
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| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
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| Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is
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| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
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| This is not what you think it is
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| Blessed, the Lord is a G, he gotta be
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| Who’s the God of suckers and snitches? |
| The economy
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| Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro
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| He’d want me to spit this
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| Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness
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| The hypocrisy is all I can see
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| White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea
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| That type of shit make me stop and think
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| We in chronic need of a second look of the law books
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| And the whole race dichotomy
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| Too many rappers athletes and actors
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| But not enough niggas in NASA
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| Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion?
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| But when it comes to residuals, they look past us
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| Woven into the fabric, they can’t stand us
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| Even in white tees, blue jeans and red bandanas
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| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
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| Wake up (Americaaaaaa), this is not what you think it is
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| America (Americaaaaaa), pay attention
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| This is not what you think it is
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| America (America, Americaaaaaa
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| This is not what you think it is)
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| Assassinations, diplomatic relations
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| Killed indigenous people built a new nation
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| Involuntary labor, took a knife split a woman naval
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| Took her premature baby, let her man see you rape her
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| If I could travel to the 1700s
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| I’d push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your covenant
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| Love to sit on the Senate, and tell the whole government
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| Y’all don’t treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible
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| Believing she the reason sin is here
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| You played her, with an apron like, «Bring me my dinner dear»
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| She the 'nigga' here, ain’t we in the free world?
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| Death penalty in Texas kill young boys and girls
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| Barbarity, I’m in the double-R casually
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| Bugging how I made it out the hood, dazzle me
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| How far are we really from third world savagery?
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| When the empire fall, imagine how crazy that’ll be
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| America (Americaaaaaa, Americaaaaaa)
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| America (Americaaaaaa
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| This is not what you think it is)
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| America (Americaaaaaa, ohh
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| This is not what you think it is)
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| America |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Are You , by - Nas. Song from the album The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп