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False Media
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it Either that or me and my children are starving and naked Rather be a criminal pro Than to follow the matrix Letras de cancionesHey, it's me.. a monster y'all done created I've been inaugurated Keep the bright lights out of our faces You can't shake it It ain't no way to swallow the hatred Aim.. fire... holla 'bout a dollar Nothin' is sacred We gon' pimp the shit out of nature Send our troops to get my paper Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster Sentence me to four more years, thank ya I'ma make you feel a little bit safer Because it ain't over See that's how we get your fear to control you But ain't nobody under more control than a soldier And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again? America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media From Letras Mania