[Intro:]
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Ah, the name of this song is Uncle Sam goddamn
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It's a show tune but the show ain't been written for it yet
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We're gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for
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me
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And straighten me out right quick
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I like it so far man
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...Yeah, come on, lets go
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[Chorus]
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Welcome to the United Snakes
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Land of the thief home of the slave
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Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and proud
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Lets do this shit for real, come on now
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[Verse 1:]
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Smoke and mirrors, stripes and stars
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Stolen for the cross in the name of God
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Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud
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Written to the pages of the law good lord
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The Cold Continent latch key child
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Ran away one day and started acting foul
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King of where the wild things are daddy's proud
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cos the Roman Empire done passed it down
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Imported and tortured a work force
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and never healed the wounds or shook the curse off
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Now the grown up Goliath nation
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Holdin open auditions for the part of David, can you feel it?
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Nothing can save ya, you question the reign
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You get rushed in and chained up
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Fist raised but I must be insane
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cos I can't figure a single goddamn way to change it
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[Chorus x2]
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Welcome to the United Snakes
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Land of the thief home of the slave
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The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is God
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[Verse 2:]
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All must bow to the fat were lazy
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The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me (who me?)
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Only two generations away
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from the world's most despicable slavery trade
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Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being
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that it can't be changed to this day
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Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think we no longer need chains
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to be slaves
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Lord it's a shameful display
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The overseers even got raped along the way
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Cause the children cant escape from the pain
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and they're born with poisoness hatred in their veins
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Try n' separate a man from his soul
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you only strengthen him and lose your own
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But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne
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Remind him that this is my home (now I'm gone)
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[Chorus x2]
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Hold up give me one right here
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Hold on
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[Verse 3:]
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You don't give money to the bums
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on a corner with a sign bleeding from their gums
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Talking about you don't support a crackhead
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What you think happens to the money from your taxes
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Shit the governments an addict
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With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit
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And even if you aint on the front line
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when massah yell crunch time you right back at it
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Plain look at how you hustling backwards
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At the end of the year add up what they subtracted
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Three outta twelve months your salary pays for that madness
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Man, that's savage
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What's left get a big ass plasma
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To see where they made Dan Rather point the damn camera
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Only approved questions get answered
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Now stand your ass up for that national anthem
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[Chorus x2]
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[instrumental break]
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[vocals: Mankwe Ndosi]
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(You're so low)
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Custom made (You're so low)
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To consume the noose (You're so low)
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Keep saying we're free (You're so low)
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But we're all just loose (You're so low)
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[Repeat til fade:]
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Custom made (You're so low)
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To consume the noose (You're so low)
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Keep saying we're free (You're so low)
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But we're all just loose (You're so low)
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Uncle Sam Goddamn
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Brother Ali |