| Lyrics: | I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which
it stands
One nation under God
[People
It feels so good to be
back..]
Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel,
reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind
I excercise
my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it
as
I say to fight you take it as I’m gonna whip someone's ass
If
you don't understand don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless
past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi
task
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who has held long
too few more rap acts
Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of
his career typical manure moving past that
Mister kiss his ass crack, he's a class
act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come along, follow me as I lead through
the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me
hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your
trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna
fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh
through the marsh, take us right through the doors
To the people up top, on the side and
the middle,
Come together, let's all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually
build, from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some
black
Don't matter what color, all that matters is we gathered together
To celebrate for
the same cause, no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the
better
They ain't gonna stop us, they can't, we're stronger now more then ever,
They tell
us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go,
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let
em know
Stomp, push up, mush, fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home come on just . .
.
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just
enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with
me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the
fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna
stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through
the doors, come on
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside
the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we're
responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at
his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist
Now
this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me
simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by
six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through
my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him
go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own
battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't
loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's
all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced
with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you
to fight
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just
enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with
me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the
fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna
stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through
the doors
[Eminem speaking angrily]
And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert
storm, in these closing statements,
if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside
our differences,
and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction
that
we call our president, for the present,
and mosh for the future of our next generation,
to
speak and be heard, Mr. President, Mr. Senator |
