the hope that made America famous I had the kind of a dream that maybe they're still Trying to teach in school of the America that made America famous
on the street. Facing up to who I am, chasing down my dream, I was made in America, yeah I was made in America. Made in America.
Made in america I was brought up on the street My old man's independence Seemed good enough for me I was made in america Made in america Never cared much
he ain't prejudice he's just, made in america made in america made in america my old man's that old man, he's made in america america!
towns that have no names Freight yards full of old gray men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Singing, ?Good morning, America, how are you
still doing rap like the 1990's but that's how we like it off timed and grimey I know where I'm from and I told ya before North of America hard to ignore
Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American
brought four for RZA Bad Boy thank you for this special delivery Catch me by the pool in my Tony Starks slippers Wonder Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made
a sequel Rags to royal, Momma hand her hands in soil Pops moved drugs in capsules and foils I foiled your plans and made you aware And turned America
cashmere hand-made sweater, me and money got a vendetta, lookin' back to tell the truth I could'a did betta, parents never had a good job, now its Black American
A modern day Romeo and Juliet American tragedy Low rent, high rise lovers who met At the end of Coronado Street Crucifix made in California gold Two
machine, he kept his motor clean He was the best kinda man I had ever seen He had those singles eyes tellin' me no lies An' knockin' me out with those American
are players (Players, players) To my west coast niggas I'm talkin' about Too short nigga, you in the house Short Dogg, peace out my man, that's right Homeboy, 'cuz yous a motherfuckin' player To the Americas
you're perfect and lean So you made an oil painting to immortalize All of the hope and vision in your eyes In your leisure coat and cowboy hat North American
not you I don't need the tattoos All my ink is on my cheques My rolex looks like some president Sh-t I've got a president wrist And MTV made me president
boy them chickens was vicious Wicked, how I kick it, I stick it in the eye Oops, slid it on the accident But, when I first met her she was so [unverified] So it made
Haiti, just some shit that I thought of It's ironic kind of shit that we buy, man Make us psychotical threat to corporate America Then why they runnin
duffel bag, the brown paper bag The Nike shoe box for holdin' all this cash Boys in blue who put greed before the badge The first pusher whoever made