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Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the

Huey B. Newton in cold blood in west Oakland
Oliver North receives community hours
for weapons to known terrorists
was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to herself
A six million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of song
about it AMERICA!

Verse One: Sir

I'm living like in a world of death
Protectors of the people wear vests
Your nephew, flipped him a Uzi
to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?"
Locked in a trunk by villains
suits, experts at killin
Civil war, but want out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the 'cause the squares ain't hip
Sell a couple keys, make the boys trip
The president is a dope friend
The governments strong but the got in
the accused, but the trial was short
A black man's in a all white court
The dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm of my national anthem

Verse Sir Mix-a-Lot

The had a plan for a rescue
They said intelligence makes miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Higgins, you know the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still buzzin' Oliver North
The Ayatollah's dead but the not gone
The of the flag in Iran goes on
Anti-American, loved by few
We pay big money to the ones do
The militia, they give us big knowledge
But the pentagon messed up and acknowledge
Ollie orders from the number one man
But the hit the fan and superiors ran
tripped, the committee said can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Verse Three: Sir

Am I a communist? No. But my ain't slow
Not long ago, was po'
Never helped out by the with clout
I was mad at the cause I felt left out
hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I realize I'm a modern day
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother a buggy and a bag
walk by, laughin at poverty
I in her face and I soon saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The dream once again got robbed
Vietnam on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man plays
Dogged by the hippies, smokin' critics
You it on the soldier, but your government did it

My national
My national
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of

Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA
Any similarities, I say
But the dope gets in, like P-Funk
Headin over in a scent-free trunk
Coffee dope, but the dog can't sniff it
Remember that lady was broke, she's widdit
Started a key, clocked 17 G's
got another shipment, pure D
Headin for Brumlen, the money was
Rollin in a Porsche, in a sweater
Crime, revenge, I'm you this
The people laugh are the people that knows
Her complained, callin the police
But was the community when she was in the street
comin in, it's killin em at random
And I'm ashamed of my anthem

My anthem
My anthem
My anthem
I'm ashamed of my anthem