America Loves Gangsters

There's something about a vandal's lust

The lifestyles of the scandalous

Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (ha ha ha ha)

Look at all the angel dust, the cocaine and the cannabis

Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (he he he he)

Cause its fun to watch cannon's bust

Ain't nothing like it - america loves gangsters (we we we we)

Gone off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (for so long)

GOne off that gangsta gangsta [x2] (and so on)

[Verse 1: Natti]

America loves Gottis, America loves bodies

Pacino counting C-Notes for shooting up club lobbies

While Eddie Nash constrols bankrolls in Wonderland

Tony Soprano hits channels and holds down On-Demand

We wanna see it and some motherfuckers gon' wanna be it

Others are doing numbers that breed it, bleed it, can't defeat it

Bush, the political gangster, man you gotta be high

Gave plenty of orders for slaughters ain't swatted a fly

Modern day cowboys wit shiny alloys for side arms

Hiding behind bombs, advanced cowards

In Jesse James ways we handled the Towers

Guns blazing for freeze framing the King of New York

In the moments we face opponents give thanks to "gangsta"

Maybe place Babyface Nelson in ranks to bank ya

Got enough angst to handle the handle and squeeze the trigger

But pop that in the city its "Freeze Nigga!!"

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Deacon]

A-scare-ica lusts danger, danger, danger

War, load the tanks up

In the name of the Lord give thanks for anger

More major paper in "Gangsta" Gangster

Heats nerves and veins hearing words from pranksters

Anger anchors us, cinematic screens spew

Wrangler language, systematic schemes too

Change the brain up, divide and conquer

Mob on em, ride till their lives are contra'd

Monsters, driven by capital as a stimuli

Can never be too powerful, it makes us all admire you

We'll follow until we fall like fallen star from sky, I

Can't say it's impact hasn't hollowed walls inside my

Heart, my art, ummmm insane

Is it that smart to react dark when facing pain?

You ain't that hard, that scarred or that real

To go that far, for that kill, for that feel, now that's ill

[Tim Means: Spoken Word]

It's 6pm again

And i'm tuning into CNN watching marines mow down

Crowds with machine guns

16 weeks training, Atilla the Huns philosophies

And now they're thinking we won't bring peace to these

Streets with the same techniques that shit's hypocrisy

This ain't Democracy it's a Survival of the Fittest

A country built behind closed doors with gods as their witness

Picture this

People can become so blind that their ears can't listen

Trying to save their souls with penitentiareligion superstition

Never done unto others but claiming that they're Christian

While God's children are sittin home praying and wishing

For answers to their questions

Herd of the Armageddon wondering what side that we're destined

Life be a war ain't no time for restin

That's why you give up your seven to five, just to stay alive

Trying to fuel the fire inside before the God in me has died

Eyes, wide, trying to look out through this labyrinth

Hoping to leave this earth with the same presence that we came with

Trying to steer my path in opposite on opposite directions

That man came went

My soul came, spent, I tried to get it back

Thinking that if my heart stopped that my body could relax

But there's no time to be laxed

Because there's a war all through creation

God's Warriors are dying and gangsters are their replacements