| Paper Planes – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 09:07 PM PDT [x2]
I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ‘em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait [x2]
Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I’m clocking that game
Everyone’s a winner, we’re making our fame
Bona fide hustler making my name [x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take all your money [x2]
Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit ‘em
Lethal poison for the system [x2]
No one on the corner has swagger like us
Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already in hell just pumping that gas [x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money M.I.A.
Third world democracy
Yeah, I got more records than the K.G.B.
So, uh, no funny business Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
Some some some I some I murder
Some I some I let go
[x4]
All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money 
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| Lovalot – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 09:03 PM PDT They told me this is a free country
And now it feels like a chicken factory
I feel couped up I wanna bust free
Got nothing to lose if you get me Like a Taliban trucker, eating boiled up yucca
I keep my eyes down like I’m in a black burka
Been through shit yeah it’s a fucker
Now I make tunes say shaka laka laka
Shaka laka lee, shaka laka la, shaka lakalakalaka lucky lucky me
If you check me, I check you
If they kick you, then I back you
Say somthin’ new, say somthin’ cool
I give you my time, but I ain’t no fool
Acca Acca I, breaker, breaker jaw every every time, someone steps on my toe I fight the ones that fight me
I really love alot
I really love alot
I really love alot
I really love alot,
But I fight the ones that fight me
But I fight the ones that fight me
I fight the ones who fight me
But I fight the ones that fight me Who’s in town
Them no like me, me no like dem
Like hu jintao
Instead of them I got a new found jem
Someone I can love up like men
Like Obama needs to love up chen
Like a hand me down sucker throwing bombs out to mecca
Call it goodwill, get money to get better
Keep ya head down like a unicef worker
If you get hit you can’t question the fucker
How come how come I, yeah but yeah but why?
If I be the f, who the f, b the I
If you met me then you’ll get me but if you get me, will you get a fee
Shit menu be free where’s bob marley
And I won’t turn my cheek like I’m ghandi I fight the ones that fight me! 
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| Teqkilla – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 09:00 PM PDT Johnie keep walking, Jack does too much coke
Jim Beam and Jameson, they just gave me joke
When I see Perno, I say oh hell no
Kahlua’s a turn off, I tell him to Smirnoff
Captin Morgan, a shake with sparks
When we hang out, he shoots arrows through my heart
Blue tattoo, chillin up in Malibu
He got 99 Bananas, but he ain’t my booooooo I got sticky sticky ikky ikky wiiiiiiiiiiiid
I got a shot of tquila in me I got sticky sticky ikky ikky wiiiiiiiiiiiid
I got a shot of tquila in me When I met segrams
Sent chivez down my spine
got me on the dance floor
then we start to wine
His ex sambuka
She jus a hooker
I put it on a chilla but
I want to quil a I got sticky sticky ikky ikky wiiiiiiiiiiiid
I got a shot of tquila in me 
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| Steppin Up – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:53 PM PDT Steppin up in this club, with my tool bag
Rub a dub, rub a dub dub, rub a rub a dub dub
[repeat 4x] I light up like a genie and I blow up on this song, rub a dub a dub dub, rub a dub a dub a dub
Aladdin, no kidding boy I need a rub, rub a dub a dubdub, rub a dub a dub a dub
Me and my speakers speakin sub a sub sub, sub a sub a sub a sub, sub a sub a sub a sub
You know who I am I run this fuckin club, dub a dub a dub a dub, club a club a lub a lub Bass lines in as anything fast, humpin on my leg yo I’m on my fuckin glass
Makin money last hide it in a flask, sound of a bomb blast throw it in tha bag
Bass lines and cars anything fast, know who I am I run this fuckin club
Speakers up throwin fire like a mob, thrash bang thunder throw me with some job
MIA, you know who I am
[repeat] Bass lines in as anything fast, humping on my leg yo I’m on my fuckin glass
Makin money last, hide it in a flask, sound of a bomb blast throw it in tha bag
I can kill a sound and the shit will make you jump, jum jum jum jum jum, jum jum jum jum jum jum
I can smash a beat so the track will make you run, run run run run run run, run run run run run run
I’m caught up to the tee, I tie up just for fun, fun fun fun fun fun fun, fun fun fun fun fun fun
Get ready for the city street, weights by the ton, ton ton ton ton ton ton, ton ton ton ton ton ton Bass lines in as anything fast, humpin on my leg yo I’m on my fuckin glass
Makin money last hide it in a flask, sound of a bomb blast throw it in tha bag
MIA, MIA, MIA, MIA, A, A…
You know who I am
MIA, You know, You know who I am, A, A…
MIA, Steppin up in this club, with my tool bag, rub adub, rub a dub a dub, rub a dub a dub dub [repeat] I no, no one, no one no one, I no one, no no no one 
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| Come Around – M.I.A Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:50 PM PDT (feat. Timbaland) [M.I.A.:]
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, “what’s up? holla!”
Text the address, I’ll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on In a faraway land we got shit made
Ray-Ban shades, warheads laid
Babies born in air raids
My girls run the Everglades
Indian tribesmen gamble spades
Indian chicks, they get men laid
Milk and honey, smoke high-grade
Gold and diamond, gems and jade
Ride up on our tanks, invade
Blow up thing to save our nam
Mina, Rina, Tina, Sabrina
Being a super Indian babe
We black market, we black made
We hit shit out when it rains
Would you come down and catch my train?
Would you run down and play this game? Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, “what’s up? holla!”
Text the address, I’ll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on [Timbaland:]
Baby girl
You and me, need to go to your teepee
The moon is full, and I’m shining.
Baby, I know you see me.
Put a hump or two on your back
Jst like that
Oh girl you’re on fire.
I don’t wanna be in love with you
Imma just break you off and say goodbye
The night is young
Don’t make me wait,
You just might miss your chance.
I’m gon’ tell you the truth
Timbaland, I’m the motherfuckin’ man.
Today’s the day, girl, let me get that
Don’t get mad
In fact, let me hit that
I’ve been overkilling them, I break backs
Come down, run down
Girl, where your place at? [M.I.A.:]
Check my coat in and I paid the dollar,
Sidekick rings, “what’s up? holla!”
Text the address, I’ll see you later
Baby come down
Come down, come down, come down
run down, run down, run down
Run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run, make a run down
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on
A dun da da dun da da dun da da dun da da dun dun
Beat goes on [Timbaland:]
Don’t get it twisted baby girl, baby boy ’cause Timbaland ain’t dead
Don’t get it twisted baby girl, baby boy ’cause Timbaland ain’t dead
Bounce 
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| Tell Me Why – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:47 PM PDT You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same
Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same I’ve been coming up for a while on your radar
And I know I made it just by counting up my haters
I got a speedboat get away like later
You better have a load of cheddar if you don’t got data
Cause you can live it up, pull it up, start reeling
Start throwing hands up like you’re mad at the ceiling
You could make a killin’ but don’t forget the feeling
People stealing money and down with double-dealin You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t gimmie no mo’
You won’t Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same
Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same You can take me courthouse
You can take me jail
You can take me anywhere
But you can’t get me there
You can ask me where I’m going and I’ll tell you crazy
But when I get to where I’m going you should come with me
You’ve be staying up, pull me up start reeling
I’m throwing up my hands like I’m mad at the ceiling Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same
Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same I got roots for my head
I got food in my paw
And the old ways are dead with the now ones we got
There’s water in my paw
And I’m half in half not
And the old kind is broke with the new kind we bought
I drink alcohol
Know the words to Wonderwall
I read like a code
While I do my time on road Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same
Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same
Tell me why
Things change but it feels the same
If life is such a game
How come people all act the same 
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| Born Free – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:43 PM PDT Whooo! Yeah men made powers
Stood like a tower higher and higher hello
And the higher you go you feel lower, oh
I was close to the end staying undercover
Staying undercover
With a nose to the ground I found my sound Got myself an interview tomorrow
I got myself a jacket for a dollar
And my nails are chipped but ??
And the car doesn’t work so I’m stuck here
Yeah I don’t wanna live for tomorrow
I push my life today
I throw this in your face when I see ya
I got something to say
I throw this shit in your face when I see ya
Cause I got something to say I was born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
(bo-bo-born free ….) You could try to find ways to be happier
You might end up somewhere in Ethiopia
You can think big with your idea
You ain’t never gonna find utopia
Take a bite out of life make it snappier yeah
Ordinary gon super trippier
So I check shit cause I’m lippier
And split a cheque like slovakia Yeah I don’t wanna live for tomorrow
I push my life today
I throw this in your face when I see you
I got something to say
I throw this shit in your face when I see you
Cause I got something to say I was born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
(bo-bo-born free ….)
Ooooh I don’t wanna talk about money, ’cause I got it
And I don’t wanna talk about hoochies, ’cause I been it
And I don’t wanna be that fake, but you can do it
And imitators, yeah, speak it Oh Lord? whoever you are, yeah come out wherever you are
Oh Lord? whoever you are, yeah come out wherever you are
And tell ‘em! Born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
I was born free (born free)
(bo-bo-born free ….) 
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| It Iz What It Iz – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:40 PM PDT I’m here to paint what’s written on ya face
Cuz these are the days we are loosing our ways
To find better ways to say what nobody says Cuz we’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling
We’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling
Today a a a aa aaa
It is what it is shorty
Today a a a aa aaa
It is what it is shorty I got effected but I effect alot more
They all got issues but I got a bit more
I put it in boxes and I put it in a store
I hope you really like it I can do you some more Yeah I’m gonna say something even if you think it’s nothing
Cuz one day you are gonna say that today was bumping
Yeah I’m gonna say something even if you think it’s nothing
Cuz one day you are gonna say that today was bumping Cuz we’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling
We’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling
Today a a a aa aaa
It is what it is shorty
Today a a a aa aaa
It is what it is shorty Maybe it’s just us or maybe it’s just me
We can have discussions while we are playing wii
Maybe it’s just us or maybe it’s just me
We can have discussions while we are playing wii We’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling
We’re living on the edge and my motorcycles speeding
It is what it is and this is how I’m feeling 
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| It Takes A Muscle – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:38 PM PDT Now the fear got in me
It’s got in me deep
It’s where it’s gonna stay and never leave.
Someone come lay my worry
Someone come kill my pain.
Someone come and put me on my feet again. It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love We gotta love one another
That’s what the good man says
But i got too much trouble
Going on in my head
Someone come and pick up my love
Take it all away
Cause I could break down tomorrow
If I don’t die today It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love
It takes a muscle to fall in love 
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| Story To Be Told – M.I.A. Posted: 05 Aug 2010 08:34 PM PDT I licked envelopes
Wrote a letter to the pope
He never gave me rope
In the times I couldn’t cope
He never gave me rope
In the times I couldn’t cope
They cleaned up the dope and censored my scope
The writing on the walls been beaten to a pulp
The writing on the walls been beaten to a pulp
All I ever wanted was my story to be told
All I ever wanted was my story to be told I never got struck by somethin’ in my core
I never took back that joint I rolled
What happens now to the truth I told
Do they all roll over and die in the cold
All I ever wanted was my story to be told
All I ever wanted was my story to be told A skate board rolled, a lighting bolt
Droppin’ on ‘em but it ain’t their fault
Droppin’ on ‘em but it ain’t their fault
Maybe I am floored but it needs to be told
All I ever wanted was my story to be told
All I all I ever wanted was my story to be told 
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