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

Huey B. shot in cold blood in west Oakland
Oliver North receives community hours
for selling weapons to known
Tawana was brutally raped but two fools said she did it to
A six hundred million stealth bomber fails to fly successfully
And you say I should be proud of this
Think it AMERICA!

One: Sir Mix-a-Lot

I'm living hell in a world of death
Protectors of the wear bullet-proof vests
little nephew, flipped him a Uzi
Took to the streets, shot em up and "Who me?"
in a trunk by Republican villains
Pinstripe suits, at killin
war, but some want out
Trapped in a box called the we shout
Headin for the strip the squares ain't hip
a couple keys, make the home boys trip
The is a dope man's friend
The governments but the dope got in
Punish the accused, but the was short
A black man's dogged in a all white
The jury dismissed, says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot

The had a plan for a rescue
said intelligence never makes miscues
The was a day of death
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you the rest
No with a terrorist force
But Iran's still offa Oliver North
The Ayatollah's but the hearts not gone
The burning of the in Iran goes on
Anti-American, we're by few
We pay big money to the ones do
The christian militia, they us big knowledge
But the messed up and wouldn't acknowledge
Ollie took orders from the one man
But the crap hit the fan and ran
Democrats tripped, the committee can em
Now I'm ashamed of my national

Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot

Am I a communist? No. But my brain slow
Not long ago, was po'
helped out by the ones with clout
I was mad at the world cause I left out
hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid
I I'm a modern day slave
Posse downtown, the was set
I saw my home boys mother with a and a bag
People walk by, laughin at
I looked in her face and I saw me
College educated, but she get a job
The american dream once again got
vets on the street, that's a shame
Fight for the man, and the man plays
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin'
You blame it on the soldier, but your did it

My anthem
My anthem
You gonna me now about the care and feedin of politicians

Verse Four: Sir

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

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