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M.I.A.
M.I.A.


Background information
Birth name Mathangi Arulpragasam
Born July 17, 1975
Origin Mitcham, South London, England
Genre(s) Alternative Hip-Hop
Hip-hop
Electro
Electro-Hop
Dance
Years active 2000—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
XL Recordings
Website Website



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M.I.A. Album


Arular (03/22/2005)
03/22/2005
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Uhhhh waaa
Dum shella
Education number 1 here we go
Banana
Baaa naaa naaa
Say it again now
Baaa naaa naaaa
Say it again now
Baaa naaa naaa
Naaa naaa
Baaa naa naa
Say it again now
Baa naa naa
Say it again now
Baa naa naa
Say it again now
Get your self an educationnnnnnn

. . .


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've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang
(X 2)

Yeah,me got God and me got you
Every day thinking bout how me get through
Everything i own is on I.O.U.
But i'm here to bringing you
Someting 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

So why you wanna talk about
Who done who?
Why 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 it bang
(X 2)

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
You can 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 hate ya.

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've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang

Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it

Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang bang bang

Slang tang
That's the M.I.A. thang
I've got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make it bang

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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

. . .


Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
look out look out
From over the Rooftop

Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop

Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop

Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop

Row Da Boat - Straight to da ocean
Give 'im a run - A run at his own game
Signal the plane - An' I landed on the runway
A survivor, independant foreigner

First your beats had me running to the running man
Then your chat had me wanna do the bogie man
click suits and booted in the timberland
Freakin out to Missy on a Timbaland


Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop

Growin up, Brewin Up
Guerilla gettin trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop


Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop

Competition coming up now
Load up,
Aim,
Fire Fire,
Pop

You shoulda been good to me
Then I wouldn't get so rowdy rowdy
You shoulda 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
Chasin out to Pixies and the Beasties
Doin aceed with Hair-Coloured Geek Freaks
FFWD onto the' 04
Got my own flow get you to the dance floor
Little mamma doin the booty rolls
crump clowns got me rootin for the linos

. . .


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)

. . .


I was missin' in action
On the side of a carton
I was taken in a Datsun
From a street in Action x2

I was sipping on a Rubicon
Thinking 'bout where I come
Its all this for revolution
cuttin' up the coupon
Savin for a telephone
Can I call home
Please Can I go Home x2

Painted nails, sunsets on horizons
Palm trees silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me Ransom x2

Hello This is M.I.A.
Could you please Come get me x4

Smoking on a Benson
Tryin' 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 x2

Painted nails, sunsets on horizons
Palm trees silhouette smells amazing
Blindfolds under home made lanterns
Somewhere in the Amazon
They're holding me Ransom x2

Hello This is M.I.A.
Could you please Come get me x4

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 okay x2

Hello This is M.I.A
It's okay You forgot me x8

. . .



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 off of the Ball?

Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6 x4

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 off of the Ball?

Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6 x4

You drink too much Rum
You make me wanna run
I make no assumption
Ass will get the hump on
Wha's the point of talkin' gun?
I'm donel Blitz and bombed
That what I don't run
For the sake of havin' 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 off of the Ball?

Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6 x4

Do you know what is on?
Do you know what is on?
Do you know how this beat is made in fucking London, Doc? x2

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 off of the Ball?

Cause Bingo, now I'm hitting the 6 x4

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Oi Ga-Ra-To Pi-qa mine nu-mu-ro
Me leaga – you teaser
Leaga para min,
Please sin

Excuse me little Hombre
Take my number call me
I can get squeaky
So you can come and oil me

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

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

Hoytu hoytu
Cept cept (cet cet)
Cinko, quadro
Tres doie
You can call me over

. . .


One for the head and two for the beat
(Give me something to do!)

. . .



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?

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I bongo with My Lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From Congo to Columbo
Can't sterotype my thing yo

I salt and pepper my Mango
Shoot Spit Out the window
Bingo I got him in the thing yo

Quit bending all my Fingo
Quit beating me like you're a ringo
You wanna go?
You wanna win a war?
Like p.L.O I don't surrendo

Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
cause I'm watching you, My baby

I bongo with My Lingo
Beat it like a wing yo
From Congo to Columbo
Can't sterotype 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 would 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

It's a bomb yo
So run yo
Put away your stupid gun yo
Cause see through like a protocol call
which is why we blow it up 'for we go

Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
cause I'm watching you, My baby x2

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 got Colgate on his teeth
And Reebok classics on his feet
At a factory he does Nike
And then he helps the family

Beat heart Beat
He's made it to the newsweek
Sweetheart Seen it
He's doing it for the Peeps... Peace

Sunshowers that fall on my troubles
Are over you, My baby
And Some Showers I'll be aiming at you
cause I'm watching you, My baby x3

. . .


London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha-Gwan
Girls say Wha-What x2

Slam Galang galang galang
Ga la ga la ga la Land ga Lang ga Lang
Shotgun get you down
Get down get down get down
Ge-d Ge-d Ge-d Down G-down G-down
Too late you down D-down D-down D-down
ta na ta na ta na Ta na ta na ta

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

Who the hell is huntin' you?
In the BMW
How the hell they find you?
1 4 7'd you
Feds gonna get you
Pull the strings on the hood
One Paranoid you
Blazing through the Hood x2

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

London Calling
Speak the Slang now
Boys say Wha-Gwan
Girls say Wha-What x2

They Say
River's gonna run through
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 one, you've got 2
Backstab your crew
Sell it out to sell you x2

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 x2

Ya Ya haaaaaa... Oh eh oh eh oh oh ya ya yay x6

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