American Nightmare - The Coup, T-K.A.S.H.

It’s the return of the niggas with four-fives and hollow-tips

Mobbing in the whip with camcorders to follow pigs

The return of role models and watching kids

Smashing on them for trying to be on the block and shit

The return for truce time and conferences

Another level that’s far beyond consciousness

The return of dope dealers who smoke niggas

Taking time out to find out

Why we going dumb in the first place?

And how we make a better way up out the worst way?

It’s the return of gangster ceasefire, plans to reach higher

Just like a CEO with plans to retire

Return of the neighborhood baby-mama trust fund

When baby-daddy get knocked, you hustle up one

It’s the return of thugs who come undone

With drug runs and busting guns at loved ones

It’s the return of the real American nightmare

Standing in the section of the city that might scare

Sucker motherfuckers because they know they could die there

But I bring light there with what I share

The return of the real American nightmare

Black man with a plan, that’s me right there

Half-Philippine, T-K.A.S.H., guillotine

Sharpshoot for the Guerilla team;

it isn’t a dream

It’s the return of the niggas that’s down to beat a woman

Getting shot up in the dick 'til he bleed like he a woman

You got to let a ho be a ho, a bitch is a bitch

Regardless, that ain’t no way to treat a woman

Return of the hoodnik, it’s free food

For the families where the hood is

You integrate the bad kids with the good kids

And teach them all who President Bush is

It’s the return of the fast food boycotts

All cultures from Tabasco to soy sauce

The return of thugs who unplug the Playstations at night

And check for toy guns in their little boy’s toy box

The return of the young gang member

Done with gangs forever to change for the better

The streets run cold but your brain is the sweater

And ain’t nobody else going to bring it together

It’s the return of the real American nightmare

Standing in the section of the city that might scare

Sucker motherfuckers because they know they could die there

But I bring light there with what I share

The return of the real American nightmare

Black man with a plan, that’s me right there

Half-Philippine, T-K.A.S.H., guillotine

Sharpshoot for the Guerilla team;

it isn’t a dream

It’s the return of the red rag, blue rag, truce flag

Sneaking in the back of the White House with two mags

I ain’t speaking of straps, right, I’m speakin of flashlights

In the night to find where the truth at

It’s the return of physically being on point

In return no more drinking or being on joints

It’s the return of prisoners picking books up

In return, no more push-ups

No more hook-ups with no more hookers

Return your ass home so dinner get cooked up

And if you got to creep, at least get you some grown work

If she wasn’t born in the year of your birth, don’t return the call

Reparations for black folks, return it all

Though we mobilize and return to burn it all

Guerrilla Funk, revolutionary rebirth

But we starting out with the streets first, the return

It’s the return of the real American nightmare

Standing in the section of the city that might scare

Sucker motherfuckers because they know they could die there

But I bring light there with what I share

The return of the real American nightmare

Black man with a plan, that’s me right there

Half-Philippine, T-K.A.S.H., guillotine

Sharpshoot for the Guerilla team, fuck a dream

It’s the return of the real American nightmare

Standing in the section of the city that might scare

Sucker motherfuckers because they know they could die there

But I bring light there with what I share

The return of the real American nightmare

Black man with a plan, that’s me right there

Half-Philippine, T-K.A.S.H., guillotine

Sharpshoot for the Guerilla team, it isn’t a dream