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. tang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang
Yeah, we got God and we got you
Every day thinking 'bout how we get through
Everything I own is on i.o.u.
But I'm here bringing you something new
You no like the people, they no like you
Then they go and 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 M.I.A. tang
I've 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 of 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 them on
You treat me like a killer
I ain't 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. tang
I've 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. tang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you
Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. tang
I've 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. tang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang
