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Yeah, its wakin up from a bad dream
(America)
Just to figure out you wasnt dreamin in the place

If all I saw was gangsters comin up as a
Pussy and money the only I clung ta
Claim ta, I bought up to become one
Ain't ya happy I chose rap, I'm amongst

Streets deceivin, believe my achievements
Cultural strata, persona's that of a
Because I don't need nada for Prada beaver
For cold winters, got my summer's sleeveless

To my G's on the flee from the
Stiff bodies on freeze in parlors
From the slums I come up a caked up
take what I'm eatin n came up a dismissive kid

You if you allowed to witness this savvy mouth
Wild? Hardly, a man's man who knew
The beach houses and wild
Jezebel's and McCartney's

For all that, how can I not be dead?
This old German said I was a thug with a head
Looked at my Benz and called a Nazi sled
a face like he wonder where I got my bread

Probably all these he see
From my overseas
From crime to rhyme, my is
I'm from the home of the

America, pay
(America)
up, this is not what you think it is
(America)
America, pay
(America)
is not what you think it is

Blessed, the is a G, he gotta be
the God of suckers and snitches? The economy
Lipstick from Marilyn Monroe blew a kiss to Fidel Castro
Hed want me to spit

Only the strong survive, Nas bear
The is all I can see
White cop acquitted for murder, cop, cop a plea
That type of make me stop and think

We in chronic need of a look of the law books
And the whole dichotomy
Too rappers, athletes and actors
But not enough niggas in

Who give you the dances, trends and fashion?
But when it comes to residuals, they past us
Woven into the fabric, they can't us
Even in tee's, blue jeans and red bandannas

America, pay
(America)
Wake up, this is not you think it is
(America)
America, pay
(America)
This is not you think it is

(America, this is not you think it is)

Assassinations, diplomatic
Killed indigenous built a new nation
labor, took a knife split a woman naval
Took her baby, let her man see you rape her

If I travel to the 1700's
I'd push a wheelbarrow full of dynamite through your
Love to sit in on the Senate and tell the whole
Y'all treat women fair, she read about herself in the Bible

Believin she the sin is here
You played her with an apron like, Bring me my dinner,
She the nigger here, ain't we in the world?
penalty in Texas, kill young boys and girls

Barbarity, I'm in the casually
Buggin how I made it out the hood, me
How far we really from third world
When the empire imagine how crazy that'll be

(America, America)

(America, is not what you think it is)

(America, is not what you think it is)