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

Listen, in 1990
Rock and the gang 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 people
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 over there dyin'
Mandela in a in Robbin Island
Thank God out now, and while I sing

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

Okay okay, on
okay, come on

Okay okay, on
Okay okay, on
okay, come 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 book and
Between the lines, don't recline your

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

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

Be a bookworm, not a bookend, men
Before you have died so you can freedom
If we beat '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 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 invincible of a nation
And yes, we are a nation, a coloration
But that isn't significant, pull a

While you're standin', pumpin' your fist will miss
And crumble and remain in the cold
And now time for action, action is the verb
The pronoun I 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 and run down Botha
betta run him betta start [Incomprehensible]
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 gonna fire, I'm a

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

Yo, I why is it that in Africa
The people are the 2nd and 3rd class citizens?
I mean I thought Africa was
that what they told us in our own history books in America?

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

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