the kids in America We're the kids in America Everybody live for the music-go-round We're the kids We're the kids We're the kids in America
America's Nightmare Above the Law America's Nightmare Paris America's Nightmare Public Enemy America's Nightmare Krs-One America's Nightmare Mutulu Shakur America's Nightmare Geronimo Pratt America
gangsta party (Snoop) Pump that up G (Tupac) Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most
gangsta party [Snoop] Pump that up G [Tupac] Ahh shit, you done fucked up now -- Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party You done put two of America's most
said I'm telling you (uh oh) I don't wanna miss a thing (no) I know I can have it all (whoa) I want the american dream My mom and dad both promised That
Kardinal Offishall) [Barack Obama victory speech:] "It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor Black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American
get stole on inner face Get with them one of this This Unabomber I caught you in the way Hey you should I told you 'bout Locs like me America's sarcastic
to stand up? Not more than twelve months after Lenon got shot Bob died same year Mumia got locked The School of the Americas put heads to sleep Like Ted DiBiase the million dollar dream
over the line? When I inspired Hova and Nas Recite 33 3's 33 times For 24 hours, 21 thousand Nautical miles Don't be upset with Canibus yet, the kids
with much more than a rap How're you gonna react I once said burn the plueprints on the counterattack to redeem Causer racial peace is our dream But it's a dream
I repent, i repent of my pursuit of america's dream i repent, i repent of living like i deserve anything of my house, my fence, my kids, my wife in
I can't help but dream about the ultimate life Two kids, a dog, a goldfish and you as my wife We'd have a rosebush with a white picket fence And all the neighbourhood kids
me surround me with nothin' but gangsters, killers, and bangers and the most dangerous criminals and I feel like I'm more comfortable around them than I do my own motherfuckin' neighbors but, see, my dream
king around me. Surround me with nothin' but gangstas, killas, and bangas and the most dangerous Criminals and I feel like I'm more comfortable around them than I do my own motherfuckin' neighbors. But, see my dream
for you Shed tears or is that to hard for you I'm just a man, reflection of my family Meaning you ain't gotta have one to understand me I got kids, I
country invaded the hood tonight It'd be warfare through Harlem, and Washington Heights I wouldn't be fightin' for Bush or White America's dream I'd be
it's over for gangsta, why it's over for bling Why they hype Britney up, they know she can't sing Why rip entertainment, black american dream Why I know
leave [scratched:] "Rude...arrogant...entirely offensive" "Look out America, here we come!" [Verse 4: Celph Titled] I don't care what Biggie said, I still dream
