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miss amerikkka - proph (us) lyrics

[malcolm x]
there was two kinds of slaves. there was the house negro and the field negro. the house negroes – they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good ’cause they ate his food — what he left

[proph]
(chorus)
welcome to america/ where you can be all you can be
if you caucasian with some paper its the land of the free
or if you black and sell your soul you’ll be successful indeed
or go to college get some debt but never get your degree
this is america forget who god made you to be
go get a perm, get some bleach and put botox in your cheeks
or better yet, get a tan spend some time on the beach
and maybe then you could look like me!
and stop runnin’ for ms. america (4x)

hey miss america how you doin
people you busy scr-w-ng for money you been pursuing
heard you got a black man now, hope he treating you good
soon as he start trippin you sendin him to the hood
of chicago, i see progression recession just a reflection
of governmental potential but lack of proper direction for real
cuz nothin here’s really fair as it seems, i wake from my america dreams
open eyes to my reality, ghetto soldiers dyin like casualties
blastin mags and sellin work like the faculty
exactly what ms. america told us to do
poison the youth, cheatin on me with the media too
look at you, been puttin crack in my hood for a minute
with a smile and tellin us to smoke it up its in style
all the while pretending like the drug addiction is foul
cuz ms. america’s egyptian, she’s the queen of da nile
yea, word to the pyramids on ya dollar bill
and you sell ya soul for that paper soon as you sign a deal
world on my shoulders, i’m feelin like obama feel
but i’m still breezy like i’m rollin off some kinda pill
kinda ill chi city, cal city my time
and i spit crack so the beat ain’t need b-ss line
fightin in this world of sin, a battle for my great mind
so i keep the belt of truth girded on my waist line
ms. america so fine yet so heartless
from the outside lookin in she’s so marvelous
but…check her demeanor see what she did to katrina
malcolm x told my brothas to leave her so say goodbye to ms. america…

(chorus)
where you can be all you can be
if you caucasian with some paper its the land of the free
or if you black and sell your soul you’ll be successful indeed
or go to college get some debt but never get your degree
this is america forget who god made you to be
go get a perm, get some bleach and put botox in your cheeks
or better yet, get a tan spend some time on the beach
and maybe then you could look like me!
and stop runnin’ for ms. america (4x)

- proph us lyrics

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