| | False Media Lyrics Artist(Band):The Roots
America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media [Black Thought] If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it Either that, or me and my children are starving and naked Rather be a criminal pro than to follow the Matrix "Hey, it's me a monster y'all done created I've been inaugurated Keep the bright lights out of our faces" You can't shake it, it ain't no way to swallow the hatred Aim, fire, holla about a dollar, nothin' is sacred We gon' pimp the shit out of nature, Send our troops to get my paper Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers Ain't long for you get y'all acres I'mma show 'em who's the global gangster Sentence me to four more years, thank you I'mma make you feel a little bit safer Because it ain't over See that's how we get your fear to control you But ain't nobody under more control than the soldier And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again [Chorus 3X] America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's whay I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin' False media, we don't need it, do we? Pilgrims, Slaves, Indian, Mexican It looks real fucked up for your next of kin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin False media, we don't need it, do we? [repeat 4X] If you find some error in False Media Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song False Media The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Roots" Music | |
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