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Banana Skit

Dum shella Refugge education number one here we go Banana ba-na-na say it again now ba-na-na say it again now ba-na-na na-na ba-na-na say it again now ba-na-na say it again now ba-na-na say it again now get yourself an aducation


Pull Up the People

pull up the people pull up the poor slang tang that's the that m.i.a. thang i got the bombs to make you blow i got the beats to make you bang bang bang yeah me got god, and me got you everyday thinkin bout how me get through everything i own is on i.o.u. but i'm here bringing y'all something new you no like the people they no like you then they go set it off with a big boom every gun in a battle is a son and daughter too why you wanna talk about who done who? what you wanna talk about? slang tang that's the that m.i.a. thang i got the bombs to make you blow i got th ebeats to make you bang bang bang pull up the people, pull up the poor i'm a fighter, fighter god i'm a soldier on that road i'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter i'm a soldier on that road bring me the reaper bring me a lawyer i'll fight i'll take em on you treat me like a killer i ain't never hate ya i'm a soldier on that road i'm a fighter, fighter god i'm a soldier on that road i'm a fighter, a nice nice fighter i'm a soldier on that road


Bucky Done Gun

They're comin through the window They're comin through the door They're bustin down the big wall And sounding the horn What you want The bucky done gun What you want The fire done burn Get crackin, get get crackin Time to spit new shit I'm rocking on this new bit I'm hot now you'll see I'll fight you just to get peace Heavy weight wrestler Fight me in your comforter Let you be superior I'm filthy with the fury ya I'll hard drive your bit I'm battered by your sumo grip Lucky I like feeling shit My stamina can take it Gymnastics super fit Muscles on the gun clip Bite, teeth, nose bleed Tied up in the scarf piece Can I get control Do you like me vulnerable I'm armed and I'm equal More for for the people Physical, Brute force Steel, Iron you're the boss Yeah you're so o-able Grind me down sugar salt


Fire Fire

Growing up, brewing up Guerilla getting trained up Look out Look out From over the rooftop [Repeat] Competition coming up now Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop! [Repeat] Row the boat - straight to the ocean Give em a run, a run at his own game Signal the plane and I landed on the runway A survivor, independent foreigner First your beats had me running to the running man Then your chat had me want to do the bogle man Click suits and booted in the timberland Freaking out to missy on a timberland Growing up, brewing up Guerilla getting trained up Look out! Look out! From over the rooftop [Repeat] Competition coming up now Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop! [Repeat] You should have been good to me Then I wouldn't get so rowdy, rowdy You should have kept ya eye on me Then I wouldn't get so baddy, baddy Whether you are... Swinging out to swing beat Laying low and jacking up to Lou Reed Chasing out to Pixies and the Beasties Doing accede with hair-colored geek freaks FFWD onto the '04 Got my own flow get you to the dance floor Little mama doing the booty rolls Crump clowns got me rooting for the Linos.


Freedom Skit

Freedom fightin' dad Bombed his pad Called him a terror Put him on wanted ads. [x2] Daddy's M.I.A. Missing in action Gone to start A revolution Freedom fighter got injection He no act He got no reaction. [x2]


Amazon

I was missing in action On the side of a carton I was taken in a datsun From a street in action I was sipping on a rubicon Thinking 'bout where I come It's all this for revolution Cutting up the coupon Saving for a telephone Can I call home Please can I go home Painted nails, sunsets on horizons Palm tree silhouette smells amazing Blindfolds under home made lanterns Somewhere in the Amazon They're holding me ransom Hello, this is M.I.A. Could you please Come get me Smoking on a benson Trying to get me undone Let me go I don't want your attention Under submission Out of frustration I'll do it I'll scream for the nation Painted nails, sunsets on horizons Palm tree silhouette smells amazing Blindfolds under home made lanterns Somewhere in the Amazon They're holding me ransom Hello, this is M.I.A. Could you please Come get me Minutes turned to hours And became our dates When we shared raindrops That turned into lakes Bodies started merging And the lines got grey Now I'm looking at him thinking Maybe he's OK Hello, this is M.I.A. It's OK You forgot me


Bingo

Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye of the ball? 'Cos BINGO now I'm hitting a 6 I know what's going on I know how you going on I got the Ra Ra Go ahead and throw the ball I don't be running at all I got my own goal I stand in one place And make sure I just hit the ball Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye of the ball? 'Cos BINGO now I'm hitting a 6 You drink too much Rum You make me wanna run I make no assumptions Ass will get the hump on Wha's the point of talking gun? I'm done! Blitz and bombed That's why I don't run For the sake of having fun Can you keep a secret From them other people If I tell you 'bout wha-gwan? And would you let me know If I forget the secret Took my eye of the ball? 'Cos BINGO now I'm hitting a 6


Hombre

Oi Ga-Ra-To Pi-qa mine nu-mu-ro' Me leaga � you teaser Leaga para min Please sir My finger tips and the lips Do the work yeah My hips do the flicks As I walk yeah With a good head I came to make it With a good head I came to break it Did your Mama tell you About me What she say Don�t go play there Gonna make that hot boy Want me Gonna make that hot boy Take me Excuse me little Hombre Take my number call me I can get squeaky So you can come and oil me Hoytu hoytu Cept cept (cet cet) Cinko, quadro Tres doie You can call me over You can stick me Stab me Grind me or wind me Fuck, we can even ask your wifey Rich bored at home With a kiddie She don�t know about You getting nookie Member when you first started Call me You had a ticket Waitin� for me Said you wanna Meet in Miami So we can start a Family Excuse me little Hombre Take my number call me I can get squeaky So you can come and oil me


One for the Head Skit

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10 Dollar

Chinna Girl is a little girl From a town That's all ya need to know Lolita was a man-eater Clocked him like a taxi meter Fuck gold, she was platinum digger Shakin-ass-making moves on a mover Visa, then a plane ride to ya Peace out, she'll kill you like Uma She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her and sucked on a lollipop Chinna Girl grew up to be a big girl Had her sights set on a bigger world Dial-a-Bride from Sri lanka Found herself a Yorkshire banker Need a Visa? Got with a geezer Need some money? Paid him with a knees-up Year later, started to ease-up Got her own way, shouted out "see ya" She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her and sucked on a lollipop What can I get fo' 10 dollar? Everything you want And what can I get fo' 10 dollar? Anything you want Yeah what can I get fo' 10 dollar?


Sunshowers

I Bongo with my lingo and beat like a wing yo to Congo to Columbo can't stereotype my thing yo I salt and pepper my mango shoot spit out the window bingo I got em in the thing yo now what? I'm doing my thing yo> quit bendin All my fingo quit beating me like you're ringo you wanna go? you wanna win a war? like P.L.O. I don't surrendo the sunshowers that fall on my troubles are you over my baby and some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cos i'm watching you my baby I bongo with my lingo and beat like a wing yo to congo to columbo can't stereotype my thing yo I checked that mouth on him fucking checked that gas on him I had him cornered him fucking shut that gate on him why should you listen to him? he had his way I'm bored of him I'm tired of him I don't wanna be as bad as him its a bomb yo so run yo put away your stupid gun yo 'cos we see through like a protocol call thats why we blow it up 'fore we go the sunshowers that fall on my troubles are you over my baby and some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cos i'm watching you my baby semi-9 and snipered him on that wall they posted him they cornered him> And Then Just Murdered Him he told them he didn't know them he wasn't there they didn't know him they showed him a picture then ain't that you with the muslims? he had colgate on his teeth and Reebok Classic on his feet at a factory he does Nike and then helps the family beat heart beat he's made it to the Newsweek sweetheart seen it he's doing it for the peeps. peace the sunshowers that fall on my troubles are you over my baby and some showers I'll be aiming at you 'cos i'm watching you my baby


Galang

[2x]london calling speak the slang now boys say wha come on girls say what, say wha slam, galang galang galang... shotgun, get down get down, get down, get down too late, you down d-d-d-down ta na ta na ta na blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang) purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang) blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang) purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang) [2x]who the hell is hounding you in the bmw how the hell he find you, 147'd you the feds gon get you pull the strings on the hood 1 paranoid youth blazin' thru the hood blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang) purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang) blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang) purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang) [2x]london calling speak the slang now boys say wha come on girls say what, say wha [2x]they say rivers gonna run though work is gonna save you pray and you will pull through suck a dick'll help you don't let em get to you if he's got 1 you get 2 backstab your crew sell it i could sell you [4x]blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang) purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)


MIA

You can watch TV and watch the media President Bush doing takeover Kate Moss in ads for mascara All my youth the young offender The bill payers, the drug dealers Girls who are magazine covers The part-time jobbers at the call center No career plans cause you won't go far Put away change for Ibiza and Check your credit on your new Nokia You can be a follower but who's your leader? Break the cycle or it will kill ya (X2) You leader, you lead, uh, do what you do What really good's gonna happen to you? (X2) Your prime minister to your employer Ego lovers need more power Trendsetters make things better Don't sell out to be product pushers The gyro casher and baby makers Try something new cause it ain't over All poor people from all over Lottery's got a rollover You can be a follower but who's your leader? Break the cycle or it will kill ya (X2) Cherokee Indian, Iraqi and Indians Girls and me girls when they come to the fellas and Japanese, Moroccan, Caribbean, African That's your life but who the fuck's your president? You don't get my life cause I don't have a side and I Spread dat boy 'im a mile wide and I Got brown skin, I'm a west Londoner Educated, but a refugee, still. You wanna boy, you're old, you go You wanna fight, you suck, you blow


U.R.A.Q.T

Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone You fuck my man and wreck my home I'll get my bro to rob your phone Could it be that me and he Are tighter than J-Lo in her jeans? And could it be that me and he Are tighter than R. Kelly in his teens? You're fucking with my man And you text him all the time You mighta had him once But I got him all the time Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone Dt-dt-dt on your mobile phone You fuck my man and wreck my home I'll get my bro to rob your phone U.R.A.Q.T Is your dad a dealer? 'Cos you're dope to me You throw them balls across the country You win gold medals when you're with me Right then it's on He ain't no board for scrabble You don't get points for doubles Menage � trois lalalalala I'll bill you for your droudles You done lost your marble Like a ball I'll make you dribble You're the shrapnels in the rubble I'm a raging bull a rebel It's all about the low-blow brown girl The no blood no love hot girl The jnkn jnkn jumpin off the decks girl The jnkn jnkn jumpin off the rocks girl U.R.A.Q.T Is your dad a dealer? 'Cos you're dope to me You throw them balls across the country You win gold medals when you're with me Right then it's on


Dash the Curry Skit

Refugee Education Number 2 Dash the curry like a knight in a hurry Me come from the deli Me not got no worry And if you fuck with me I'm goin' to dash my curry[x4]
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