American Terrorist

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]

Close your mind

Close your eyes, see with your heart

How do you forgive the murderer of your father?

The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more

Than the blood of a martyr (uhh)

Terrorist (yeah, uhh)

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

We came through the storm, nooses on our necks

And a smallpox blanket to keep us warm

On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn

Wake up, the alarm clock is connected to a bomb

Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm

Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed

Civilians and little children is especially harmed

Camoflauged Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qurans

The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there

Have become misinterpretated reasons for warfare

Reread them with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there

Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there, yeah

Need to open up a park

Just close ten schools, we don't need 'em

Can you please call the fire department?

They're down here marching for freedom

Burn down their teepees, turn their TVs on to teach 'em

And move

[Chorus: Matthew Santos]

The more money that they make

The more money that they make, the better and better they live

Whatever they wanna take

Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is

The more that you wanna learn

The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets

American terrorist

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we all brothers

Not 'cause things the same but 'cause we lack the same color

And that's green, now that's mean

Can't burn his cross 'cause he can't afford the gasoline

Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus

With the seconds running give you the jitters

Just imagine an American-based Christian organization

Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker

Nigga! They ain't living properly

Break 'em off a little democracy

Turn their whole culture to a mockery

Give 'em Coca-Cola for their property

Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun

But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none

And don't give 'em all, naw man, just give 'em some

It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh

[Chorus: Matthew Santos]

The more money that they make

The more money that they make, the better and better they live

Whatever they wanna take

Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is

The more that you wanna learn

The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets

American terrorist (Terror)

The more money that they make

The more money that they make, the better and better they live

Whatever they wanna take

Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is

The more that you wanna learn

The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets

American terrorist (Terrorist)

[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]

It's like—

Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor

Red man fool, black man nigga

Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder

Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river

Give black man crack, Glock and things

Give red man craps, slot machines

Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor

Red man fool, black man nigga

Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder

Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river

Give black man crack, Glocks and ting

Give the red man craps, slot machines

Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back

Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, uh

[Outro: Matthew Santos]

American terrorist