Made In Black America Lyrics - Common

Made in Black America, metaphor for a predator 

Been to the Mediterranean, on my papers like a editor 

I flow like a reservoir, dog 

Rap Tarantino, off the chain like Django 

Still let the chain glow, where they bang though 

And niggas get shot like camera angles 

In rap videos put up on Vimeo 

I'm where the buck 50 bicentennial perennial all-star 

Fruit that don't fall far from Islam 

When rap is dead, I had the fluid that embalmed 

I speak, you know I'm in the building like an intercom 

Enter Com, the world's most... 

Intricate, integrated with imminent 

Domain, I'm feeling myself like a sentiment- 

-tal letter written to myself 

Aspirin' for greatness, wellness and wealth 

I'm cold, I'm hard to melt 

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I'm more than a hot song, or a hot album 

Ask my ex, I still live on like Malcolm 

My spirit and style done a transformation 

Make room, nigga I don't need reservations 

You suite as a hotel, I stay presidential 

Strange to be sinful and know that Heaven sent you 

To rearrange the mental, I've seen things we've been through 

It's hard for a man to claim gentile 

Let me change the tempo 

I be with broads that got they shit together 

Even if it ain't meant forever, still smoke the spliff together 

The essence of the herbs, the presence of the words 

Yeah you got a chest but I'm treasurin' your curves 

You walk past, I'ma look behind you 

Look you up and down to find you 

Can see I was designed to, give you power and refine you 

You fucking with me we can grind to 

Gather the better Black America 

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Made in Black America, takin' threats from a terrorist 

We will never meet but the media feed hysteria 

And I be inferior, if I be in fear of ya 

More godly than gluttonous but my supper's superior 

You know the difference 'tween the kids with the lunch tickets 

And the ones with the money, in the cafeteria 

I break bread with with my brethren like a pizzeria 

Spinnin' dough, you'll find red dots over cheese, be a- 

-ware of your whereabouts, don't be feeble 

I'm pissed off, tinkle is the onomatopoeia 

You's just a little star (twinkle) sure ain't me 

Been a superstar since ma made me 

My president is black 

I wonder if Pac thought we was ready for that, or did we move too fast? 

I don't give a fuck, shit my grandpa glad 

They pass that gun law or not, niggas still gon' pop up dead 

Yeah, I'm the Morpheus in this hip-hop matrix, exposin' fake shit 

Used to borrow dollars, now my sense ain't so common 

Went across the whole nation screamin' Hiiipower (HiiiPower) 

Never been a racist, but I love horsepower, I'm hot 

That's why I got the fans in the stands 

Em fans googlin', enemies shakin' hands 

Restorin' the balance, detourin' the malice 

We kill you motherfuckin' mice with a mallet 

This is Huey P Newton with a QP 

Bobby with a Seale, Fred Hampton on pills 

In the Hamptons, now that's ill, what's happenin'? 

I'm just trying to teach my homies 'bout the Emerald tablets 

Stop the war in Syria over a bowl of cereal 

Kill a instrumental then book a flight on Expedia 

To the nation's capital 

Golf Wang radical 

Black lip pastor, tip the usher when he pass yah, nigga 

Welcome to Black America