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REMI
REMI
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Aderemi Matthew Kolawole
Aderemi Matthew Kolawole
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Sensible J
Sensible J
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Aderemi Matthew Kolawole
Aderemi Matthew Kolawole
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Daniel James Siwes
Daniel James Siwes
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Justin Scott Smith
Justin Scott Smith
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Sensible J
Sensible J
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I come from the land down under, I'm Australian I come from the land down under, I'm Australian I come from the land down under, I'm Australian where we've got men at work Sudanese to Israeli And this has got the ignorant acting a little Hilter-ish saying that any immigrant should be detained'ed Cause ho we've got skills, man, they want us in cages They're scared, they see beige skin and think we're Hussein skins If they're found in the ground like him, then who's saying shit? Rather than Saddam, Remi's straight John Blaz'n Leaving casualties from Canberra my birth place To Nigeria's sand that my Daddy was raised in I'm fucking racist propaganda in its face lips So Tell McGuire cram it before I go ape shit Though I guess it's not his bad That mindset is old, probably got it from his dad, copy and pasted And just reiterated what ignorant racists Have thought since my mother's ancestors invaded And that's Fuck foreigners. Those Africans aren't worth shit Fuck the origins. Aboriginals aren't worth shit Fuck foreigners. Indian, Islander, Arabic, Asian if you're not male and caucasian you ain't shit I give them something stupid raw No condoms when I give them food for thought Tell'em I'm extra extra Brought the big issue with me I've got a real big issue with it Sushi, sushi raw A la carte food for thought Tell'em I'm extra extra Brought the big issue with me I've got a real big issue with it My white friends say I'm overreacting Like Japan's power plants when earth cracked it I tell them I wanna send tsunamis Waves of change obviously Need to swell in to action So I'm starting 'em up Turn on the TV Nah fuck it Turn it off It's time warped like Michael Fox But it's not back to the futures It's back to when blacks were in nooses The media makes it so we look like aliens I mean when's the last time you saw a black guy on Neighbours and When the newspapers Say migrants are taking over all of us Fear's the drug Our dealer's the Herald Sun But let's take a back step Even if you can ignore all of the facts then You can't eliminate my experience Of being made inferior Or my dad's cause of his accent I fucking hated seeing him get knocked back when Ever he went for jobs, just because of his black skin They said he's over qualified I said he's over colour-fied They said I pulled the race card out of the pack man You think I wanna play that shit? This isn't an arcade This isn't a game This shit is degrading Can't take that shit I fucking hate that shit We've gotta cremate it But they keep fanning the flames with Fuck foreigners. Those Africans aren't worth shit Fuck the origins. Aboriginals aren't worth shit Fuck foreigners. Indian, Islander, Arabic, Asian if you're not male and caucasian you ain't shit I give them something stupid raw No condoms when I give them food for thought Tell'em I'm extra extra Brought the big issue with me I've got a real big issue with it Sushi, sushi raw A la carte food for thought Tell'em I'm extra extra Brought the big issue with me I've got a real big issue with it
Writer(s): Justin Smith, Aderemi Kolawole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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