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(Prelude) Am America! We love you! How many people are proud to be F citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the rights that men have died for to protect / The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) or so weґre told... Verse 1 I never wouldґve dreamed in a million years Iґd see, so many motherfuckinґ people who feel like me/who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, itґs like a fuckinґ army marchinґ in back of me/So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays and straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days/who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachinґ my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear/that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this/I mustґve struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ainґt causinґ nuthinґ but problems/and now theyґre sayinґ Iґm in trouble with the government, Iґm lovinґ it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now Iґm dumping it on... Chorus X2 White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Verse 2 Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf/but Shadyґs cute, Shady knew Shadyґs dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I wouldґve sold half, I ainґt have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, Iґm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckinґ studioґs at/When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like/Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass/helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that heґs got/Like damn, we just swapped. Sittinґ back lookinґ at shit, wow, Iґm like my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? Chorus X2 Verse 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist/whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckinґ turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre/Thatґs all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them/thatґs why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchinґ with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitinґ to choke, tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I donґt like this (Nope)/All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early/surely hip hop was never a problem in Harlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom/so now Iґm catchinґ the flack from these activists when they ragginґ, actinґ like Iґm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me like Iґm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckinґ spokesman now for... Chorus X2 Verse 4 So to the parents of America / I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character / The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns / Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress / And piss on the lawns of the White House and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker / To spit liquor in the faces of in this democracy of hypocrisy / Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! Iґm just kiddinґ America, you know I love you...