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

Listen, in 1990
Chubb Rock and the gang is on a mission
Hostility will rule like a Jamaican
And ooh filled dumplings, hopefully no dumpings

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

White regime, painted an ill scene
Brothers and over there dyin'
in a cell in Robbin Island
Thank God out now, and while I sing

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

Okay okay, on
okay, come on

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

If the President, pullin' out my Ray-Gun

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

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

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
you have died so you can taste freedom
If we can't beat 'em we'll '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, come on
Okay okay, on
If he's the President, out my Ray-Gun

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

While you're standin', pumpin' your fist they 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, what's the
Alright, I'm bring 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

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

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

Yo, I wonder why is it that in
The people are the 2nd and 3rd class citizens?
I mean I Africa was black
Isn't 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 somebody's tellin' me
I have no to say what goes on there

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