god bless amerikkka - professor griff lyrics
[intro]
“all right scoopers, it’s time to get deep
here’s an in-depth look, at the most militant brother in music today
professor griff”
“you have heard master griff, fasten your seat belts
these next few minutes are gonna be in-tense”
[verse 1]
god bless america, who sends the youth with enough proof to fight for an untruth
it’s the american way
here in the hood we battle racism every day
i don’t know about you, but as for me
call the mp’s
’cause if i gotta go to war
i’ll even the score, sure
f-ck some army green gear, yeah!
and i ain’t cuttin’ my hair, i’d rather be in the hood, sportin’ a ‘fro
and coolin’ with the afros
the [? 1:00] the prowl, and uncle sam, punk, can’t figure out how
and how to move the crowd
ah f-ck..
i just ran out of luck!
so here’s my freedom of speech
but when i do, there’s a motherf-ckin’ beat[? 1:13]
or thang off[? 1:14], pop!
some crossover sh-t, but i prefer hip hop!
sorry if my language bothers ya, f-ck it!
god bless america!
[? sample]
“the soul[? 1:23], is a fundamental subsequence setting[? 1:25]
for these wise men, they knew!
that if you understood the soul, the behaviour results”
[verse 2]
welcome to the new world order
thank you mister bush, now do you want my daughter?
she is the very first born
no government aid, and her sister’s real strong
and old enough to see
since 1555, we ain’t never been free!
don’t label me a n-gg- (“n-gg-, man!”)!
foul-mouth, militant, radical -ss teenager
now i’m figurin’ out why
a brother like griff, wanna join the foi
here’s a mentalist m-ssacre
god bless america!
[? sample}
“o here in america
i’m so glad y’all took me out to die, homey”[? 2:03]
[verse 3]
blood is thicker than water
and let a la trooper, restore the order
to a place he calls, home
and took you out b, just to wide the motherf-ckin’ domes
now ain’t this a, b-tch?
fall back to tax, ankle you with the rich[2:17]
but you ain’t said nuthin’, (“hey!”)
billions a year, but here you all nuthin’
not a pot to p-ss in
best thing to do, is shut the f-ck up and listen (“motherf-cka!”)
’cause i’ve listened and listened
black politicians, here’s what you missin’
black, plus male equals criminal
subliminal, the sh-t is minimal
like my motherf-ckin’ wage
boss can’t pay the cost, i get my twelve gauge
to place the mother price, ritt[? 2:43]
to a landlord, who wants his dollars and sense
gotta free the kids, do a bid
something’s gotta give (“no papi!”)
she can’t stop me, cop can’t lock me
so why you wanna clock me?
pro black track, i’m sayin’ this to warn ya
godd-mn america!
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