Proph (US) - Miss Amerikkka lyrics

[Malcolm X] There was two kinds of slaves. There was the house Negro and the field Negro. The house Negroes – they lived in the house with master, they dressed pretty good, they ate good 'cause they ate his food — what he left [Proph] (chorus) Welcome to America/ where you can be all you can be If you Caucasian with some paper its the land of the free Or if you black and sell your soul you'll be successful indeed Or go to college get some debt but never get your degree This is america forget who God made you to be Go get a perm, get some bleach and put Botox in your cheeks Or better yet, get a tan spend some time on the beach And maybe then you could look like me! And stop runnin' for Ms. America (4x) Hey miss america how you doin People you busy screwing for money you been pursuing Heard you got a black man now, hope he treating you good Soon as he start trippin you sendin him to the hood Of Chicago, I see progression recession just a reflection Of governmental potential but lack of proper direction for real Cuz nothin here's really fair as it seems, I wake from my america dreams Open eyes to my reality, ghetto soldiers dyin like casualties Blastin mags and sellin work like the faculty Exactly what Ms. America told us to do Poison the youth, cheatin on me with the media too Look at you, been puttin crack in my hood for a minute With a smile and tellin us to smoke it up its in style All the while pretending like the drug addiction is foul Cuz Ms. America's Egyptian, she's the queen of da Nile Yea, word to the pyramids on ya dollar bill And you sell ya soul for that paper soon as you sign a deal World on my shoulders, I'm feelin like Obama feel But I'm still breezy like I'm rollin off some kinda pill Kinda ill Chi City, Cal City my time And I spit crack so the beat ain't need ba** line Fightin in this world of sin, a battle for my great mind So I keep the Belt of Truth girded on my waist line Ms. America so fine yet so heartless From the outside lookin in she's so marvelous But…check her demeanor see what she did to Katrina Malcolm X told my brothas to leave her so say goodbye to Ms. America... (chorus) Where you can be all you can be If you Caucasian with some paper its the land of the free Or if you black and sell your soul you'll be successful indeed Or go to college get some debt but never get your degree This is america forget who God made you to be Go get a perm, get some bleach and put Botox in your cheeks Or better yet, get a tan spend some time on the beach And maybe then you could look like me! And stop runnin' for Ms. America (4x)