Intro
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
Terrorist…

Verse 1
We came through the storm, nooses on our necks
And a small pox blanket to keep us warm
On a 747 on the pentagon lawn
Wake up! the alarm clock is connected to a bomb
Anthrax slab on a West Virginia farm
Shorty ain’t learn to walk, already heavily armed
Civilians and little children is especially harmed
Camouflaged tourist, Bibles and glorious Korans
The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord, there
Heavy convinced interpretative reasons for warfare
We read em 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 closed 10 schools we don’t need ‘em
Can you please call the fire department, they down here marching for freedom
Burn down they Tee-Pees, turn they TV’s on to teach ‘em and move

Chorus
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
Now the poor Ku Klux non-see that we all brothers
Not cause things the same but cause we like the same colors
And that’s gray, now that’s mayne
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 gives you the jitters
Just imagine and American-based Christian organization
Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker
Nigga! They ain’t living properly. Break ‘em off with a little Democracy
Turn they whole culture to a mockery, give ‘em Coke a Cola for they property
Give em gum, give em guns, get em young, give em fun
But if they ain’t giving it up, then they ain’t getting none
And don’t give em all nah man, just give em some
It’s the paper some of these cops must be Al-Quada Nigga, uh

Chorus x 2

Verse 3
Its like, don’t give the black man food, give Red man liquor
Red man fool, Black man, nigger
Give yellow man tool, make him rail road builder
Also give him pan; make him pull gold from river
Give black man crack, glocks 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 Red man liquor
Red man fool, Black man, nigger
Give yellow man tool, make him rail road builder
Also give him pan; make him pull gold from river
Give black man crack, glocks 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

Terror, Terror, Terror
(Vocal humming and phrases)
American Terrorist, American Terrorist