American Terrorist (feat. Matthew Santos)

Lyrics

Close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart
 How do you forgive the murderer of your father?
 The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more
 Than the blood of a martyr
 We came through the storm
 Nooses on our necks and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
 On a 747, on the Pentagon lawn
 Wake up, the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
 Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm
 Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed
 Civilians and little children is especially harmed
 Camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious Korans
 The books that take you to Heaven
 And let you meet the Lord there
 Have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare
 We read 'em with blind eyes
 I guarantee you there's more there
 Rich must be blind because they didn't see the poor there
 Yeah, need to open up a park
 Just closed 10 schools, we don't need 'em
 Can you please call the Fire Department?
 They're down here marching for freedom
 Burn down ATV's, turn their TV's on to teach 'em and move
 The more money that they make
 The more money that they make
 The better and better they live
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever whatever it is
 The more that you wanna learn
 The more that you try to learn
 The better and better it gets
 American terrorist
 Now the poor Klu Klux, man, see that we're all brothers
 Not 'cause things are the same
 Because we lack the same color
 And that's green, now that's mean
 Can't burn his cross 'cause he can't afford the gasoline
 Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus
 With the seconds running give you the jitters
 Just imagine a American-based Christian organization
 Planning to poison water supplies
 To bring the Second Coming quicker
 Nigga, they ain't living properly
 Break 'em off a little democracy
 Turn their whole culture to a mockery
 Give 'em Coca-Cola for their property
 Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun
 If they ain't giving it up, then they ain't getting none
 And don't give 'em all, naw, man, just give 'em some
 It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga
 The more money that they make
 The more money that they make
 The better and better they live
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever whatever it is
 The more that you wanna learn
 The more that you try to learn
 The better and better it gets
 American terrorist
 More money that they make
 The more money that they make
 The better and better they live
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever they wanna take
 Whatever whatever it is
 The more that you wanna learn
 The more that you try to learn
 The better and better it gets
 American terrorist
 It's like don't give the black man food
 Give red man liquor
 Red man, fool, black man, nigga
 Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
 Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river
 Give black man crack, glocks and things
 Give red man craps, slot machines
 Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
 Bring it back, bring it back
 Don't give the black man food
 Give they red man liquor
 Red man, fool, black man, nigga
 Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder
 Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river
 Give black man crack, glocks and things
 Give red man craps, slot machines
 Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
 Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back
 Bring it back, bring it back
 American, American terrorist
 American, American, American, American
 American, American terrorist
 American, American terrorist

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Song Details

Duration
04:40
Key
1
Tempo
83 BPM

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