Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Eminem – Like Home (feat. Alicia Keys)

[Intro]
Yeah, shout to everybody
Who’s been on this trip with me
You don’t have to agree
But if you feel like me

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Someone get this Aryan a sheet
Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached
Everybody on your feet
This is where terrorism and heroism meet, square off in the streets
This chump barely even sleeps
All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats
While he looks like a canary with a beak
Why you think he banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?
He’s tryin’ to divide us
The shit’s like a cult, but like Johnny he’ll only unite us
‘Cause nothin’ inside drives us like this fight does
Similar to when two cars collide ’cause
Our spirit’s crushed, and this spot’s a tight one
But here the jaws of life come
To pull us from the wreckage, that’s what we get pride from
When we can’t wear stars and stripes ’cause
‘Cause this type of pickle we’re in is hard to deal
But there’s always tomorrow still
If we start from the scratch like a scab, get the scars to heal
And band together for Charlottesville
And for Heather, fallen heroes, fill this wall with murals
Nevada get up, hit the damn resetter
Let’s start from zero, this is our renewal
Spray tan, get ride of, get a brand new, better
America, and here’s to where we’re from

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
And here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Didn’t wanna piss your base off, did ya?
Can’t denounce the Klan, ’cause they play golf with ya
You stay on Twitter, way to get your hate off
Nazi, I do not see a way y’all differ
And all you got are race cards, bigot
The swastika with your name carved in it
Should be your trademark, ’cause hate’s all you played off
And you just lick the plate off
So I guess it pays to feed off of chaos
So basically, you ate off Hitler!
But you ain’t ruinin’ our country, punk
Or takin’ our pride from us, you won’t define us
‘Cause like a dictionary, things are lookin’ up
So much, got a sprained neck, know we would rise up
Against this train wreck and take a stand
Even if it means sittin’ when they raise the flag
To sing "The Star-Spangled Banner"
This man just praised a statue of General Lee
‘Cause he generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics
Take it back to the Shady national convention
Wish I woulda spit on it before I went to shake his hand
At the event or maybe had the wherewithal
To know that he was gonna try to tear apart
Our sacred land we cherish and stand for
So, hands in the air, let’s hear it for
The start of a brand new America
Without him, and be proud of where we’re from
And here’s to where we’re from

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
And here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home

[Bridge: Alicia Keys]
I won’t give up
I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
You already know that I won’t give up
I won’t give up on my home, that so many died for
You already know
There’s no place like home, no place like home
Wherever I go, no place like home
No place like home, no place like home
Wherever I go

[Chorus: Alicia Keys & (Eminem)]
Here’s to where we all began, all began (stand up!)
Here’s to the land that made me
And made me who I am, who I am (hands up!)
Here’s to the land that raised me
This one for the only place that really knows me
From the cracks in the road that drove me
There’s no place like home