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Mr. Bush, you better out your own part in the divine drama
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 with dumplings, hopefully no dumpings

Like guns will be present while I keep the jumpin'
Not too much, Africa isn't free yet
I spoke to the from Brooklyn to T-Neck
New Jersey, and they heard me while I the

White minority regime, an ill scene
Brothers and sisters over there
Mandela in a cell in Island
Thank God out now, and while I sing

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

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on

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

If the President, pullin' out my Ray-Gun

Listen, brothers and
It's time for to go fishin'
For your history, open a book and
Between the lines, don't your mind

I don't know how to make it understood
That a lot of black movies have been 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, don't let Mr.
Sell you something with a zing, to get
Leave the rock to the Nazis, excel in

Be a bookworm, not a bookend, men
Before you have 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 okay, on
okay, come on

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

Throughout history, no physical might has ever
The spirit of a nation
And yes, we are a nation, a coloration
But that significant, pull a ligament

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

Now come on, what's the
Alright, I'm gonna bring in the
Of my man
The aspect, come now

I'm a soldier, I'm a
I'm gonna chase up Gaddafi and run down
Botha betta run him start [Incomprehensible]
I mash up [Incomprehensible] he conquer

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

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

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

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

I mean I can't understand at all!
That's something to make you
Stop and and say
"Hmm"