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Intro: Mix talks while The Star Spangled Banner plays in the background 

Huey B. Newton shot in cold blood in west Oakland 
Oliver North receives community service hours 
for selling weapons to known terrorists 
Tawana was brutally raped  but two fools said she did it to herself 
A six hundred million dollar stealth bomber fails to fly successfully 
And you say I should be proud of this song 
Think about it AMERICA! 

Verse One: Sir Mix-a-Lot 

I'm living like hell in a world of death 
Protectors of the people wear bullet-proof vests 
Your little nephew, flipped him a Uzi 
Took to the streets, shot em up and then "Who me?" 
Locked in a trunk by Republican villains 
Pinstripe suits, experts at killin 
Civil war, but some want out 
Trapped in a box called the ghetto we shout 
Headin for the strip cuz the squares ain't hip 
Sell a couple keys, make the home boys trip 
The president is a dope man's friend 
The governments strong but the dope got in 
Punish the accused, but the trial was short 
A black man's dogged in a all white court 
The jury dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em" 
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem 

Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot 

The pentagon had a plan for a rescue 
They said intelligence never makes miscues 
The thirty-first was a day of death 
Lieutenant Colonel Higgins, you know the rest 
No negotions with a terrorist force 
But Iran's still buzzin' offa Oliver North 
The Ayatollah's dead but the hearts not gone 
The burning of the flag in Iran goes on 
Anti-American, we're loved by few 
We pay big money to the ones that do 
The christian militia, they give us big knowledge 
But the pentagon messed up and wouldn't acknowledge 
Ollie took orders from the number one man 
But the crap hit the fan and superiors ran 
Democrats tripped, the committee said can em 
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem 

Verse Three: Sir Mix-a-Lot 

Am I a communist? No. But my brain ain't slow 
Not long ago, Mix-a-Lot was po' 
Never helped out by the ones with clout 
I was mad at the world cause I felt left out 
Stealin hub caps, stereos, anything to get paid 
I realize I'm a modern day slave 
Posse downtown, the sight was set 
I saw my home boys mother with a buggy and a bag 
People walk by, laughin at poverty 
I looked in her face and I soon saw me 
College educated, but she can't get a job 
The american dream once again got robbed 
Vietnam vets on the street, that's a shame 
Fight for the man, and the man plays games 
Dogged by the hippies, dope smokin' critics 
You blame it on the soldier, but your government did it 

My national anthem 
My national anthem 
You gonna teach me now about the care and feedin of politicians 

Verse Four: Sir Mix-a-Lot 

Bolivia, Columbia, the CIA 
Any similarities, I won't say 
But the dope gets in, uncut like P-Funk 
Headin over borders in a scent-free trunk 
Coffee over dope, but the dog can't sniff it 
Remember that lady that was broke, she's widdit 
Started with a key, clocked 17 G's 
Then got another shipment, pure D 
Headin for Brumlen, the money was betta 
Rollin in a Porsche, in a cashmere sweater 
Crime, revenge, I'm tellin you this 
The people that laugh are the people that knows 
Her community complained, callin the police 
But where was the community when she was in the street 
Dope's comin in, it's killin em at random 
And I'm ashamed of my national anthem 

My national anthem 
My national anthem 
My national anthem 
I'm ashamed of my national anthem

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