| Third world people
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| Remember where ya' comin' from
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| Third world people
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| Know where you belong
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| Mother country, mother country
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| We 'ave been told
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| That it’s England, France, Germany, Portugal
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| Since the days of old
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| But I know that life could not start in a refrigerator
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| Has to be in an incubator
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| So mark I words, mark these words
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| Well, I’n’I could never be the third
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| Third world people
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| Remember where ya' comin' from
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| Third world people
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| Know where you belong
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| Father country, my father country
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| I’ve been told, time and time again
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| Says America, France, Germany, Portugal
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| Netherlands, Italy or Spain
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| But I know
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| That it’s hungry Europe, barren Asia
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| And bountiful Africa
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| So you see now, you know who is first
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| Well, I’n’I could never be the worst
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| Third world people
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| Remember where ya' comin' from
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| Third world people
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| Know where you belong
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| They want to keep you down in perpetual
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| Insecurity, ignorance and poverty
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| By keeping the pressure on the innocent ones
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| Continually, this can’t go on
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| Third world people
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| I’n’I remember where ya' comin' from
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| Bona fide, dis third world people
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| Know where you belong
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Civilization did not go up the Nile
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| It went down the Nile
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| And it reached Europe last
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| So if you not 'ave the roots
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| You just can’t know the
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| Just can’t know the truth, now
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| Africa, my country, my land
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| Africa, where the plants come from, I love to be
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| Africa, our wonderful Africa
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| Where the gold comes from
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| The diamonds come from
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| The platinum, the lignum, the oil
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| The rubber, ya' name it
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| We got it, we got it, we got it, we got it
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |