[Intro]

"I can't believe it ain't butter!"

Uh! Yeah!

"Question, America: is this America, the land of the free and the brave?"

Come on, now!

Tell 'em 'bout it now! Uh, yeah!

"I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America"

Oh, yeah!

"It ain't nothin' but a"

[Verse 1]

Don't you know? We got so much soul

You can damn near see it, spinnin' on a forty-five

I've come to the conclusion to clear the confusion

My point is to rock the funky joint

Don't you know? I got tangled in the star-spangled banner

In the middle of Alabama?

Or was it Tennessee or Arkansas?

New York and Cali got the same amount of race rallies

I know they wanna hang me straight around the neck

So I'm knockin' off the hand checks

When you ask me what it is, what it is?

Here it is, it ain't nothin' but a song

[Verse 2]

Krackas, killas, kidnappas

The KKK tries to blame it on the rappas

They don't count the ones that bounce to the forty ounce

Or the runts that get stunted by the blunts

This time, I'm gonna take it down the line

To the ones that are ready, they be holdin' it steady

When a song so wrong, so many be singin' it

Strangled, tangled, caught in a spangled

Banner, got 'em on that camera

Stars I'm seein' from a beatdown in a slamma

"Oh, say can you see?" But you can't

Uncle Sammy, he wears the pants

Tom's bitch when he's swingin' a switch

Rather stick the poor up and give it to the rich

I always thought that power

Was to the people, we the people

Ah, see, we ain't the people

[Verse 3]

When I pledge allegiance, I shoulda got a sticka

First grade, second grade, I shoulda just kicked a

Verse, the worst in the middle of class

Instead of singin' bout bombs like a dumbass

Land of the free, home of the brave

And hell with us niggas, we slaves

That shoulda been the last line

Of a song that's wrong from to get

So when everybody stand, I sit

[Ad-lib]

The red is for the blood that we shed as a people

The blue is for those sad ass songs that we be singin' in church to blues

While the White man's heaven is the Black man's hell

The stars is what we saw when our ass got beat

Stripes is for the whip marks in our back

The white is for the obvious, ain't no black in that flag (That's bullshit, word up, G)

Land of the free, home of the slaves