Artist: Royce Da 5'9"
Album:  Layers
Song:   America
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Royce]
I said

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"]
America the beautiful, land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised, to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
on the totem, pole, as soon as you die then here goes this
Oh, now he heroic; oh, now he the coldest
Oh, now it's "He had that talent and I didn't know it"
Man listen, bein humble ain't gon' get you out your grave, ah
You should treat your life the same way you thinkin like and go and whip it like a slave, ah

[Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck is arrogant?
That's that shit they in-jectin into us Americans
How 'bout I think I was put here to push European whips
And so what if you don't like it, I thought you'd be inspired
by the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, way I whip it, I whip it
Right past the pretenders, the men with no passion
who think it's possible to be past your potential like life has just ended
The spirit broken and so is the wife
The kids are born into only knowing the White Castle menu
While the richest born into white castles attendin bar mitzvahs
The future of us niggaz is in syringes, we meant for the NFL, injure
The NBA, anyway
I'll take poppin shots at niggaz over receivin posthumous props from niggaz any day
Maybe y'all just scared
Lost in everybody sayin not to floss so you go watch "The Walking Dead"
Yeah you in

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
What the fuck does humble mean?
Call me good at somethin I'll say I'm good at a bunch of things
I feel my whole life my fire should be lit
I feel my wife is pussy whipped, each time she sees my dick she gets excited
by the way I whip it, way I whip it
Way I whip it, she likes the way I whip it, I whip it
Man look here, I've been anti-corporate
since daddy told me that they force me here against my will without no horses
or some land, of course they sayin I'm supposed to just forget they throw the scraps
at those that can distract with those endorsements closin doors
And all of those who buy the clothes, the shoes, the booze and albums
Hope you not expectin treatment by the book, from he who wants you to
forget that you was brought over here by the boat, I don't know
why niggaz say they money funny when it's low cause when you broke it's not a joke
Talk that "we can't take shit with us when we die" shit
You don't leave behind shit cause you died without shit
In

[Chorus]

[Royce Da 5'9"]
If he's hot expose him then, roll on him
We can't roll on him roll on his closest kin
That kind of behavior I call that "niggerdom, niggerdom"
Mentally enslave 'em, taze 'em, then they go crazy, uh, here they come
Everybody think a revolution comin, wanna be involved in the riot
Everybody arguin out here, this how I feel - what in the Jiminy crackin the corn
The fuck are we picketin for? This shit here is bigger than war
They stickin and sicken the shit in the food that the niggaz consume so it's hidden in stores
Some shit that can kill your fertility, damage your thinkin, limit your ability, think about that now
The fact that y'all livin is crazy cause alcoholism got black people tappin out
quicker than Savion Glover and we ain't no Evian lovers, we dyin each time that the Hennessy pours
Our plugs are the mothers on the other side of our umbilical cords
Can I talk my shit? Y'all niggaz confidence droppin
Y'all lettin people control y'all flow who don't know how y'all clocks tick
I'm disgusted, find the money, if the money don't fit
Do like me on this and find a different pocket
Only in America

[Outro]
Well damn, I guess you is kinda talented
Make sure you don't forget where you came from, boy
Always stay humble {*horse neighs*}
Now why don't you do that thing again you do with your tongue
You know that one thing when you go, whip it~! {*whip cracks*}