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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
will rule like a Jamaican [Incomprehensible]
And ooh filled with dumplings, hopefully no

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

White minority regime, painted an ill
Brothers and sisters 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 Thatcher, we're gonna catch her
a klutz, her husband is a drunk putz
He acts absurd, now what's the

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on

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

If the President, pullin' out my Ray-Gun

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

I don't know 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 is yours to keep
Or you won't in the benefits, don't let Mr. Rabinuwitz
Sell you something a zing, to get blissed
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 beat 'em delete 'em, so now
What's the

Okay okay, on
okay, come on

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

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

history, no physical might has ever 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', your fist they will miss
And crumble and remain in the cold
And now it's time for action, action is the
The I will say, scream, "What's the word?"

Now come on, what's the
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] he conquer

Your gun fire, come fatter
Say it to the sky a ball of fire
Jah come foot over [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 people are the 2nd and 3rd citizens?
I mean I thought was black
Isn't that what told us in our own history books in America?

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

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