CunninLynguists - Dying Nation (instrumental) lyrics

[Intro: George Bush] "There's an old saying in Tennesse, I know it's in Texas, it's probably in Tennesse That says fool me once... shame on... shame on you If you fool me you can't fool me again." [SOS] I live in a nation that relies on business and crime And the leaders are politician guys livin' a lie Who bullsh** like everyone else for a nickel and dime America ... just as corrupt as it is online Using freedom and entertainment just to keep us sedated But remember what the declaration of independence stated? All men are equal and that's the way they're created? But when that was written, black and white people were segregated And this country still breeds racism, just not as blatant To call us the land of the free is overstatement Cause ain't NOBODY free. We all being watched quietly National security's an invasion of privacy Drug Trafficking, conspiracy, murder and piracy What America can't have they take silently Sometimes violently, open up your eyes and see Even dirty money is supporting our economy It's all backwards like negative split photography But I guess that's the way it's got to be United we stand on this land and we do all crimes Facin' a Dyin' Nation ? [Chorus] "Facin' a dyin' nation. Listen to the retold lies" (x2) [Deacon the Villain] I live in a nation where it ain't what's physical that fights us Now it's silent strikes from political insiders A black market government where being criminal is righteous Ran by bloodlines that were dirty before Isis The crisis has even spread to spiritual infestations Confessionals filled with s**ual molestations Professionals so set on capitalization They don't notice their children freebasin' in their million Dollar basements Babies having babies in the hood I grew up in Hands are too small for the guns that they be bustin' Schools underfunded, graduates retain nothing On Capitol Hll it's barely a topic of discussion Kids like, why should I think about college When this hood situation is holding me hostage And even if I fought and bought the knowledge I'd prolly get shot 41 times by a cop over my wallet Shiiiiit.. So wherever you are Don't inhale the second hand smoke from its victory cigar Motivate yourself don't just stand on the side Facing a dying nation and listening to the new told lies [Chorus] [Kno] Somebody dial 9-1-1 It's ma** confusion, ma** contusions At last we losin' Uncle Sam to a ma** of tumors And that's the rumor at least, it's soon to be seen If its true that the beast is soon to decease Catchin' blood clots in the crude oil That runs through his veins and up thru his brain Its tough to maintain If he was low income he'd already been gone Insurance paperwork gettin handled by Enron And scandalous friends call to speak Even Bill O'Reilly's wrapped in a hospital bedsheet With a pointed hat, where the ointment at? Wax the taxpayers backside for a tax hike Woulda had a Catholic priest at his bedside But they were too busy giving these Boy Scouts a leg ride Temperature stay high but no pain Cus the presidents Hooked on Phonics and c**aine Product of old age and Alzheimers disease Medical bills raised from all types of fees Looks to the American people to show love But his Social Security ran out - pull the plug (flatline)