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        (Prelude)
    America! We love you! How many people are proud to be 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 we're told...

    Verse 1
    I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many
    motherfuckin' people who feel like me/who share the same views
    and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin' army marchin' 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 bleachin' 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 must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the
    office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin' nuthin'
    but problems/and now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the
    government, I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life/and now
    I'm 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 Shady's cute,
    Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby,
    ooh baby! Look at my sales/Lets do the math, If I was black I
    would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High
    School to know that/but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too
    cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin'
    studio's 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 he's got/Like damn, we just
    swapped. Sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow, I'm 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 motherfuckin'
    turbulence/straight out the tube, right into your living room I
    came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by
    Dre/That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in,
    and they connected with me too because I looked like them/that's
    why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin' with
    a fine tooth comb, its like this rope/waitin' to choke,
    tightening around my throat, watching me while I write this,
    like I don't 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 I'm catchin' the flack from
    these activists when they raggin', actin' like I'm the first
    rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot/shit, just look at me
    like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the mother fuckin'
    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! I'm just kiddin' America, you know I love you...
     
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