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Her følger så den tekst til White America, som er blevet meget censureret andre steder, og jeg har også sikret
en ucensureret udgave af
videoen til White America. White America: sang tekst (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 had 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… Vers 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 touched, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays/ 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 on 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 Vers 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 that 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 is my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? Chorus (X2) Vers 3 See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist/ whose moms probably never woulda gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin’ turbulence/ straight out the tube, right into your living room I came, the 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 look like them/ that’s why they put my lyrics up under a 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, and say faggot/ shit, just look at me like I’m your closest pal, the posterchild, the fuckin’ spokesman now for … Chorus (X2) (Prologue) 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 Set 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 face 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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