Public Enemy — Aintnuttin Buttersong

[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