"American Dreams" lyrics
billy woods & Vordul Mega Lyrics
Yo yo yo yo yo
American dreaming
Young 'uns drunk with heavy machinery
Iron symmetry
Metal scenery
A young JP Morgan with stone organs
Street extortion
Teamsters
Anti-level beakers
Walk with grim reapers
Captains of industry
Atlas shrugged
And niggas is thugged for the love of drugs
Cash, guns, bitches
Dead marching on roads to riches
400 virgins
Suicidal missions
The system glitched
Slow motion Auschwitz
Dig my brother's ditch
Work will set you free
Be in the penitentiary working for free
Marxist theory right here on cell bloc C
I know this door got a key
Everybody black like me but potential enemies
Searching for something to seize in the dark of a one to three
Came back Yusef Allah
Face with a scar
Stay in his room
Told me the end is soon
The world is a tomb
Walkin unborn view the streets with scorn
The Stranger
Outside the window loud
Liquor breath corner hangers
Blowin children cursing for the feeling
Wake the dead
Spark one to the head
Meditate by the bed
Cliff and curtains
The beats slumber is broken
Nine to five subway tokens and last rock its
Crack, my shit still smokin
Six-shot industrial revolutions
Automated institutions
The crease heated, electrocution vengeful
God shake down for change
Barrel of the .45, see it in the brains
See it forever like exploding planes, exploding planes
I remember days no ends, still running wild
A hundred miles in the set burning the sess
Knowing we stressed, though we spazz just trying to hold on to cash
Going though madness, extremes of niggas that'll blast in traffic
No matter how many times they seen they brothers gone in closed caskets
We all wrong and blasphemous
Christmas, ninjas pull out gats quick
Cause government wanna shank funds and raise taxes
We gotta be relaxed to spit truth
Whether its storms or forbes, me and my ninjas like billy back-twist revolutionaries that salute to fairness
From blocks where we had to shoot the fair
The city of lost souls buried deeply within the streets where you could smell the truth in the air
Years of tears from here to over the seas where you could blow trees in-front of police
American dreaming
Young 'uns drunk with heavy machinery
Iron symmetry
Metal scenery
A young JP Morgan with stone organs
Street extortion
Teamsters
Anti-level beakers
Walk with grim reapers
Captains of industry
Atlas shrugged
And niggas is thugged for the love of drugs
Cash, guns, bitches
Dead marching on roads to riches
400 virgins
Suicidal missions
The system glitched
Slow motion Auschwitz
Dig my brother's ditch
Work will set you free
Be in the penitentiary working for free
Marxist theory right here on cell bloc C
I know this door got a key
Everybody black like me but potential enemies
Searching for something to seize in the dark of a one to three
Came back Yusef Allah
Face with a scar
Stay in his room
Told me the end is soon
The world is a tomb
Walkin unborn view the streets with scorn
The Stranger
Outside the window loud
Liquor breath corner hangers
Blowin children cursing for the feeling
Wake the dead
Spark one to the head
Meditate by the bed
Cliff and curtains
The beats slumber is broken
Nine to five subway tokens and last rock its
Crack, my shit still smokin
Six-shot industrial revolutions
Automated institutions
The crease heated, electrocution vengeful
God shake down for change
Barrel of the .45, see it in the brains
See it forever like exploding planes, exploding planes
I remember days no ends, still running wild
A hundred miles in the set burning the sess
Knowing we stressed, though we spazz just trying to hold on to cash
Going though madness, extremes of niggas that'll blast in traffic
No matter how many times they seen they brothers gone in closed caskets
We all wrong and blasphemous
Christmas, ninjas pull out gats quick
Cause government wanna shank funds and raise taxes
We gotta be relaxed to spit truth
Whether its storms or forbes, me and my ninjas like billy back-twist revolutionaries that salute to fairness
From blocks where we had to shoot the fair
The city of lost souls buried deeply within the streets where you could smell the truth in the air
Years of tears from here to over the seas where you could blow trees in-front of police
