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Mr. Bush, you better check out your own in the divine drama
You may find you the

Listen, 'cause in
Rock and the gang 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 the people jumpin'
Not too much, South Africa isn't yet
I spoke to the kids from to T-Neck
New Jersey, and they heard me I cursed the

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

I know he has things in a swing, yeah
This year crumb-snatcher Thatcher, we're gonna her
Being a klutz, her husband is a drunk
He absurd, now what's 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 everyone to go
For your history, open a and read
Between the lines, don't recline your

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

To yourself, your is yours to keep
Or you won't reap in the benefits, don't let Mr.
Sell you with a zing, to get blissed
Leave the to the Nazis, excel in Yahtzee

Be a bookworm, not a bookend, men
Before you have died so you can taste
If we can't beat 'em we'll 'em, so now
the word?

Okay okay, on
okay, come on

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

Okay okay, on
okay, come on
Okay okay, on
If he's the President, pullin' out my

history, no physical might has ever crushed
The spirit of a nation
And yes, we are a nation, a different
But isn't significant, pull a ligament

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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