Album : Arular
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M.I.A.
M.I.A.
M.I.A.

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Yeah, we got God now we got you
Everyday thinkin' bout how we get through
Everything I own is on IOU
But I'm here bringing y'all something new

You no like the people they no like you
Then they gonna set it off with a big boom
Son in a battle is a son and daughter too
Why you wanna talk about who done who
Why you wanna talk about

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, 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 the lawyer
I'm a fighter 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

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang

Slang tang, that's the M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
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