[Verse 1] Ms. Oprah, Mr. Cosby, I am right back at your ass With all honor, Mr. Obama, please don't walk out so fast I got a question, got a question, got a question for you all Why when Oscar Grant got murdered, we didn't hear a peep from y'all? We appreciate the way you delegate for Henry Gates But what about your people slaving in these fields everyday? We know that House got air conditioning and the sweetest lemonade But don't forget your color, brother, we still muthafucking slaves And that even go for Puffy who so muthafucking paid That he's richer than these White folks or at least that's what he say That's what he say, that's what he say, and them petty niggas love it Think about it, what's a rapper standing next to Warren Buffett? Ha ha ha, now you niggas are properly enlightened You can disregard that sell-out shit that Jason Whitlock writing You can disregard that racist shit that Glenn Beck is reciting I'm the leader of the gang, tell them to get a mike
[Hook] I was born and I was raised in the U.S.A. And I done been around the world and back, what a day So I done seen a lot of shit and I just want to say That Lucifer is here to stay, so bitch, you better pray I was born and I was raised in the U.S.A. And I done been around the world and back, what a day So I done seen a lot of shit and I just want to say That Lucifer is here to stay, so bitch
[Verse 2] What I'm touching on next, you might want to leave the kitchen Cuz I'm touching on that touchy subject that they call religion Kind of touchy like that religion that's touching on your children But nobody want to talk about that, touching and feeling On topics that they touching or talking about Jesus said They liars like they father and sixes is in their head Bishop Long, what is up with that monkey shit on your head? Last I checked, vanity was a sin, the Lord said On my life, I believe you put boys off in your bed Though some New Birthers and Catholics ain't going to like what I just said But before you fix your mouth and try to come with a retort Please be advised that Jesus never took a plea in court And he never had a plane, and he never had a car And he never had a church that was visited by stars But he did have love for the poor and the theives And he was in the street, kind of similar to me, nigga
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[Verse 3] Mr. Beck, Mr. O'Reilly, Mr. Limbaugh, Mr. Hannity How could you sell white America your insanity? You tell them that they're different and manipulate their vanity When truthfully, financially their life is a calamity Otherwise they wouldn't be listening to Dave Ramsey So they're about as broke as the people that they don't want to be Convincing them that rich Republicans is what they going to be So they act like Ronald Regan and like him they're awful actors Who look up to the rich like dumb kids look up to rappers And that's about as dumb as a +donkey+ pulling a tractor Yes, that's a Democrat diss, I'm a detractor So whether you vote right or vote left it's not a factor When you ain't got no care for your health, Hey, this America They going to put your ass in debt something terrible So you can disrespect presidents and call them socialists But Palin and Pelosi both going to have you broke as shit
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