False Media (Album Version (Explicit))

Hook: Wadud Ahmad America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling 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 riddling False media, we don't need it do we Verse: 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 gone 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 Hook x3: Wadud Ahmad America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton Eleven million children are on Ritalin That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddling 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 riddling False media, we don't need it do we