Movin' on up, all the way to upper class Up another man, I pass cash like Tony Soprano King of New York taking over Chicago Ain't no Ronald McDonald, your dreams
, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream
first American to orbit the earth. We go out on our first cross country tour, the label is racking it in so the send over a few girls in Chicago over
Llyod Banks: America welcome to the land of the brave America welcome to the land of the slaves where to do anything for money the consequences is the
with hatred Then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in Chicago for those kids to go I was a child in the sixties Dreams
son of America, child of the heart land And I know where my heart lies now Where it's always been I'm a son of America, child of the heart land And when
that I couldn't rhyme Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams I use it as my gas,
caught a glimps of the rainbow. She opened up a late nite club, met a cute girl and she fell in love. Now she's the cream of the American dream. (Chorus
get crawling If rap was Harlem, I be James Baldwin With money in the bank like G. Rap, we're calling [Chorus] With niggas masked up like Phantom of the Opera Dreaming
school she had a passion to sing Now she see herself in a casket in dreams These are the children of crack and rap, blacks done lack Self-esteem, yo we forgot the dream
with hatred Then, the hard life is all that they'll know And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for These kids to go (Chicago) (This world) A cafeteria line in Chicago
in the Sixties When dreams could be held through T.V With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I believed, I believed, I believed Now I am the backseat driver from America
the sixties When dreams could be held through tears With Disney and Cronkite and Martin Luther And I belived, I believed, I believed Now I'm a backseat driver from America
operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it [Verse One: Kool G Rap] Champagne wishes of caviar dreams
this industry from backyards to owin Lexus cars So flex that shit cause down in Texas, everybody talks Cause ain't gonna fall, overnight [Rock Roc] I got an american dream
feat. Lloyd Banks) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City America welcome to the land of the brave America
laced with shitty swag and it really get me mad The way we saluting flags, wrapping them around our heads when niggaz ain't become American till 9/11