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

Listen, in 1990
Chubb Rock and the gang is on a banned
Hostility will rule a Jamaican [Incomprehensible]
And ooh filled with dumplings, hopefully no

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

minority regime, painted an ill scene
Brothers and sisters over there
Mandela in a cell in Island
Thank God he's out now, and I sing

I know he has in a full swing, yeah
year 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 okay, on

okay, come 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 to go fishin'
For your history, open a and read
Between the lines, recline your mind

Sometimes I know how to make it understood
That a lot of black movies have been tampered by
So it's important, take the name and date and
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 rock to the Nazis, excel in

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

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, pullin' out my

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

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

Now come on, the word?
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
Botha betta run him start [Incomprehensible]
I up [Incomprehensible] when he conquer

Your gun fire, come fatter
Say it to the sky a ball of fire
Jah come foot rule over
Gun fire, I'm a soldier

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

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

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

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