Amerimacka
Lyrics 
Miss Liberty turn inna Jezebel
All de dreams you go sell, de whole dem turn inna hell
Her bed of roses are filled with thorns
Her righteous robes are tattered and torn
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Features Of This Song
ambient soundscapes
downtempo influences
dub influences
a knack for catchy hooks
danceable beats
unsyncopated ensemble rhythms
a male vocal
clear pronunciation
subtle buildup/breakdown
the use of chordal patterning
use of tonal harmonies
dry snare
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
an electric bass riff
the use of clean-sounding organs
guitar effects
electric guitars
acoustic guitar layering
melodic horn riffs

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Separating us from love
Oh, what a beautiful life
Is like licking honey off a knife
She wouldn’t have to hide her shame
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Oh, what a beautiful sight
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