JibJab - Founding Fathers Rap | Текст песни

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They call me the General, I don't mean to be crass,
I'm gonna take it to the limit, 'cuz its time to kick some Brit ass!
The King! The Royal! His Highness! The Honcho!
I'll kick it to him like I'm Macho Camacho!
See, he's got the moves. He's swift as Paul Revere.
You tried to catch me, but you couldn't, 'cuz I shifted into fifth gear!

We'll rise above, we're working in transcendence.
Shout it out, \"We declare our independence!\"

I’m getting’ chilly down in Philly y’all, you know it’s my town.
Though he’s as ancient as the mariner, he still gets down, ya see!
I get electric when I fly my kite.
He’s getting bigger on the trigger- POP! POP! in a gun fight!
Tommy P gonna kick some Common Sense,
Gatherin’ up the Minute Men to take it on the offense.

Sun is rising, it’s a sign of our ascendance.
Step to the bass, “We declare our independence!”

Tommy J, I’m the man, with the grand plan in my right hand,
He’s kickin’ grammar gonna take you to the Promised Land!
Bustin’ crazy rhymes with a paper and the pen,
He’s rockin’ it on the mic to the King and his henchmen!
I wrote the letter and my homies called it divine,
Johnny H come and kick it on the dotted line.

Straight from Virginia, this required my attendance.
We’re here to tell you, “We declare our independence!”

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