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Intro:

Close your mind,
Close your eyes, See wit 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 modern terrorist.

Verse 1:

We came through the storm
Nooses on our necks,
and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm
On a seven forty seven
On the pentagon lawn, wake up.
The alarm clock is connected to a bomb.
Anthrax slab on a west virginia farm
Shorty aint learned to walk
Already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camoflauged Torus, Bibles, and Glorious Quarans
The books that take you to heaven
and let you meet the lord there.
Heavy commerce, interpretated reasons for war fare.
Reread em', the blind as gaurantee you there's more there.
Rich must be blind, cause they aint see the poor here.
Need to open up a park
Just closed ten schools, we dont need em'.
Can you please call the fire department?
They down here marchin for freedom.
Burn down they tipi's
turn they tv's on to teach and move.

Chorus:

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 learn
The better and better it gets.
American Terrorist.

Verse2:

Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we all brothers
Not cause things the same
But cause we lack the same color.
And that's green
Now this man, cant burn his cross
Cause he can't afford the gasoline.
Now if a muslim woman
Strapped wit a bomb on the bus
Wit the seconds runnin' give you the gitters.
Just imagine an American based
Christian organization
Planning to poison water supplies
To bring the seconds come quicker, nigga.
They aint livin properly
And offer no democracy
Turn they whole culture to a mockery
Give em' coka cola fo' they property
Give em' gum, Give em' guns
Get em' young, Give em' fun
But if they aint given it up'
Then they aint gettin none
And don't give em' all
Naw man just give some
It's the paper
Some of these cops must be Al-Kaida, nigga uhh.

Chorus: (2x)

Verse 3: (Repeat 2x)

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 em' pan make em' pull gold from river.
Give black man crack, block 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

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