| Yeah, its like wakin up from a bad dream |
| (America) |
| Just to figure out you wasnt dreamin in the first place |
| If all I saw was gangsters comin up as a youngster |
| Pussy and money the only language I clung ta |
| Claim ta, I bought myself up to become one |
| Ain’t ya happy I chose rap, I’m amongst tha? |
| Streets deceivin, can’t believe my achievements |
| Cultural strata, persona’s that of a non-needer |
| Because I don’t need nada except for Prada beaver |
| For cold winters, tattoos got my summer’s sleeveless |
| To my G’s on the flee from the coppers |
| Stiff bodies on freeze in funeral parlors |
| From the slums I come up a phoenix caked up |
| Tryna take what I’m eatin n came up a dismissive kid |
| You lucky if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth |
| Wild? Hardly, a man’s man who woulda knew |
| The beach houses and wild parties |
| Jezebel’s and Stella McCartney’s |
| For years all that, how can I not be dead? |
| This old German said I was a thug with a notty head |
| Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled |
| With a face like he wonder where I got my bread |
| Probably all these stones he see |
| From my shows overseas |
| From crime to rhyme, my stories is |
| I’m from the home of the thieves |
| America, pay attention |
| (America) |
| Wake up, this is not what you think it is |
| (America) |
| America, pay attention |
| (America) |
| This is not what you think it is |
| Blessed, the Lord is a G, he gotta be |
| Who’s the God of suckers and snitches? The economy |
| Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a death kiss to Fidel Castro |
| Hed want me to spit this |
| Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness |
| The hypocrisy is all I can see |
| White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop a plea |
| That type of shit make me stop and think |
| We in chronic need of a second look of the law books |
| And the whole race dichotomy |
| Too many rappers, athletes and actors |
| But not enough niggas in NASA |
| Who give you the latest dances, trends and fashion? |
| But when it comes to residuals, they look past us |
| Woven into the fabric, they can’t stand us |
| Even in white tee’s, blue jeans and red bandannas |
| America, pay attention |
| (America) |
| Wake up, this is not what you think it is |
| (America) |
| America, pay attention |
| (America) |
| This is not what you think it is |
| America |
| (America, this is not what you think it is) |
| Assassinations, diplomatic relations |
| Killed indigenous people built a new nation |
| Involuntary labor, took a knife split a woman naval |
| Took her premature baby, let her man see you rape her |
| If I could travel to the 1700's |
| I’d push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your covenant |
| Love to sit in on the Senate and tell the whole government |
| Y’all don’t treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible |
| Believin she the reason sin is here |
| You played her with an apron like, Bring me my dinner, dear |
| She the nigger here, ain’t we in the free world? |
| Death penalty in Texas, kill young boys and girls |
| Barbarity, I’m in the Double-R casually |
| Buggin how I made it out the hood, dazzle me |
| How far we really from third world savagery? |
| When the empire fall imagine how crazy that’ll be |
| America |
| (America, America) |
| America |
| (America, this is not what you think it is) |
| America |
| (America, this is not what you think it is) |
| America |