my class you will feel the force. 'Cause I know the roots that the rap is from When I speak to you I am not dumb. Hear my rap and begin to dance and
read between the lines You'll discover how and why I take my heart in to battle Give that freedom bell a rattle Get my independance signed Declare it on the dotted line
of American capital in the UK. Whatever the nature of that deal is, It has made Britain into America's front line, The fifty-third State, with no rights
day after day with you in my thoughts I never knew time was so short For once in my life I wasn't alone With blood on my hands, How could I have known
fights My lyrical rites make your spine hottest My rhymes stand out like a white boy on the Globetrotters Only child stuck up, selfish Buy my records and shine my
lines You'll discover how and why Aaron (rap): I take my heart into battle Give that freedom bell a rattle Get my independence signed Declare it on the dotted line
we?ve been caught singing Red, white, blue and green But that ain?t my America That ain?t my American dream This ain?t my American dream I wanna live
go in my account My accountant can't count up all my money in a hour ?Cause it's comin? too fast and I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in
my baby momma keep bitchin Niggaz is dry snitchin, and switchin Not to mention, my cousin cookin crack in my kitchen So why the fuck you think my braincells
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
Stephen Stills Forty nine reasons all in a line All of them good ones, all of them lies Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends Need
Scrutinizer The white zone Is for loading and Unloading only. If you have to load or Unload, go to the White zone. You'll love it. It's a way of life
and tuck my fate for several levels Fill my body till they send me an empty face with the head of devils My breath resembles the smell of flowers
my guts My head's full of ulcers, my lungs are full of butts My heart wants a transplant, it thinks that I'm nuts My logic won't open, my eyes won't
costing me You're still dashing my name around the city It's all good though Blup, blup publicity for free White midget, a huh mine fright Somebody just dialed my
to a pound, twenty more to a Ki A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone So they can hear
say you, what say you? I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind To take a stand, to draw the line To speak my heart and bare my soul I don't like lies