American Terrorist Pt 2 (исполнитель: Lupe Fiasco)
Through the fire, smoke, and [bad word] Walks the secret life, bullet-proof and bulging muscle Death-defying, highest flying over trouble Can you [bad word] and help us out our hopeless [bad word] Sympathy is wearing off and dying out In the face of all these enemies and crying out Losing all this energy from finding out The world is filled with ills, ever so close to timing out Where, are those heroes Where, are those super-heroes Pondering, that super-villain’s got a point Told the captain on the roof while they was smoking joints Flicked the ashes down into the street below Looked up, said he hate the city now, even though He swore that he’d protect it when he landed Their perspective’s now changed, all pretty much abandoned The captain spray cologne around and said he understand it It’s getting hard to separate the saints from the satanic Where, are those heroes Where, are those super-heroes Last remarks, they did it to themselves I killed off heaven, now I live in [bad word] [bad word] and they all non-survival Told them that they biggest rival is inside you I do possess the power to revive you But if I did that, I’d just have to fight you Cause you [bad word] are the hero and the villain The world stood froze, hearing a [bad word] so chilling Reporters start filming, somebody shouted, “Kill him!” He looked back in disgust and flew up to the ceiling Busted through the roof and kicked over the building Before it hit the ground, a younger hero flew around And put it on his shoulders, said you’re naive now But believe, you’ll believe me when you’re older Every asteroid you stop and bomb you fly up into space You ain’t saving them from danger, you’re keeping danger safe Where, are those heroes Where, are those super-heroes