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Mr. Bush, you better check out your own part in the divine
You may you the Devil

Listen, 'cause in
Chubb Rock and the is on a banned mission
Hostility will like a Jamaican [Incomprehensible]
And ooh filled dumplings, hopefully no dumpings

Like guns will be present while I keep the people
Not too much, South Africa isn't yet
I spoke to the kids from Brooklyn to
New Jersey, and heard me while I cursed the

White minority regime, an ill scene
Brothers and over there dyin'
Mandela in a cell in Robbin
God he's out now, and while I sing

I he has things in a full swing, yeah
This year crumb-snatcher Thatcher, we're gonna her
Being a klutz, her husband is a putz
He acts absurd, now the word?

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on

Okay okay, on
okay, come on
Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on

If he's the President, pullin' out my

Listen, brothers and
It's time for everyone to go
For your history, open a and read
the lines, don't recline your mind

Sometimes I don't how to make it understood
That a lot of movies have been tampered by Hollywood
So it's important, the name and date and step
Research it yourself, 'cause you owe a large

To yourself, your history is to keep
Or you won't reap in the benefits, let Mr. Rabinuwitz
you something with a zing, to get blissed
Leave the rock to the Nazis, excel in

Be a bookworm, not a bookend, men
Before you died so you can taste freedom
If we can't 'em we'll delete 'em, so now
What's the

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on

okay, come on
Okay okay, on
okay, come on
Okay okay, on

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on
If he's the President, out my Ray-Gun

Throughout history, no physical might has crushed
The spirit of a nation
And yes, we are a nation, a coloration
But that isn't significant, a ligament

While you're standin', pumpin' your fist will miss
And and remain in the cold abyss
And now it's time for action, action is the
The I will say, scream, "What's the word?"

Now come on, the word?
Alright, I'm gonna in the aspect
Of my man
The aspect, come now

I'm a soldier, I'm a
I'm gonna chase up and run down Botha
Botha betta run him betta start
I mash up when he conquer

gun gonna fire, come fatter
Say it to the sky a ball of fire
Jah come foot rule [Incomprehensible]
Gun fire, I'm a soldier

Alright, time for the American English
From my man Rob Swinga, now

Yo, I wonder why is it in Africa
The black are the 2nd and 3rd class citizens?
I mean I thought Africa was
Isn't that what they told us in our own books in America?

I mean, yo it's to think about
They gonna me I'm black and I'm from Africa
Yet still tellin' me
I no right to say what goes on there

I mean I can't that at all!
That's to really make you
and think and say
"Hmm"