| Being here in America doesn’t make you an American
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| Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American
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| Why if birth made you an American you wouldn’t need any legislation
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| You wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution
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| I don’t see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
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| I’m one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America
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| Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now
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| Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
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| Keep on servin 'em, cause you know we do work
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| Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
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| I smooth grip, and hit up the spot
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| Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
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| We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
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| On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
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| Smash down Lennox, head up to the 'View
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| Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
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| Wanna know about the album and the Enemy’s new
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| How P.E. |
| and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin
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| Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go
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| 'Bout the war and how it’s shitty that we murder for dough
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| Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
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| How, I would act if every day was maybe my last
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| How if every day I worried 'bout my family in this
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| I’d be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss
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| Or if I would get some news that my brother had died
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| If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
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| Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs
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| If my sister was abducted, never heard from again
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| I began to compare it, so he could observe
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| When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
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| I can’t ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
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| Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free
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| And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that
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| Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
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| Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused
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| Damned by the media that keep 'em subdued
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| I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
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| Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
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| Same racism, profilin each of us all
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| Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law
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| Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat
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| Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
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| Same turncoats that’ll burn folks for pay
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| Same conditions in communities we die everyday
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| Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
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| To break the motherfuckin cycle, get the people away?
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| That’s why I’m fresh out of tears for 'em, all out of tears for 'em
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| Even though my heart goes out, what the fuck you cryin 'bout?
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| Money for rebuilding but, what about home?
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| When the way we live is shitty where’s the love for our own?
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| I can’t decide it, it’s real, I hit you with proof
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| Maybe I’ll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
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| See they kill for less than what we say on records to you
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| Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen
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| Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta
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| Save us, save us |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hannibal Lecture , by - Public Enemy. Song from the album Rebirth Of A Nation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп