America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton   Eleven million children are on Ritalin   That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'   False media, we don't need it, do we?   Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican   It looks real fucked up for your next of kin   That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'   False media      If I can't work to make it, I'll rob and take it   Either that or me and my children are starving and naked   Rather be a criminal pro   Than to follow the matrix   Hey, it's me.. a monster y'all done created   I've been inaugurated   Keep the bright lights out of our faces   You can't shake it   It ain't no way to swallow the hatred   Aim.. fire... holla 'bout a dollar   Nothin' is sacred   We gon' pimp the shit out of nature   Send our troops to get my paper   Tell 'em stay away from them skyscrapers   Ain't long 'fore you get y'all acres   I'ma show 'em who's the global gangster   Sentence me to four more years, thank ya   I'ma make you feel a little bit safer   Because it ain't over   See that's how we get your fear to control you   But ain't nobody under more control than a soldier   And how could you expect a kid to keep his composure   When all sorts of thoughts fought for exposure again?      America's lost somewhere inside of Littleton   Eleven million children are on Ritalin   That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'   False media, we don't need it, do we?   Pilgrims slaves Indian Mexican   It looks real fucked up for your next of kin   That's why I don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'   False media