| Floating on the mothership to the motherland
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| Going home for the first time in who knows when
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| Fly high as the pyramids
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| When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants
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| Floating on the mothership to the motherland
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| Going home for the first time in who knows when
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| Fly high as the pyramids
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| When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants
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| You know we rockin' for the homeland
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| Whenever we touch down up in your town
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| That’s the way that we rock
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| Dirty dogs better stay low down
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| I ain’t seen no red phones now
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| And no clowns save you taking the lot
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| Sending a message like the post
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| Our service to show how working
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| Up on your own dreams on the way to the top
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| I want my people to be so proud of what they’re doing
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| That they will throw pounds when they’re saying «What up?»
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| And if you’re feeling this vibe, if you’re feeling inclined
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| Motherfucker, get wild, 'cause we’re making it hot
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| And, yeah, we’re tryin' to get some figures
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| But only as real musicians
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| Yeah, we keep our shit legit, we’re never faking the funk
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| And middle finger to the idiots who support all the bigots
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| Yeah, let’s point out the biggest one, that’s Tony Abbott
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| Fuck your medieval government, you fucking budgie smuggler
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| I don’t know what you’ve got against this foreigner blood
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| But brother, you’re out of order, need to get you deported
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| Don’t worry, we’ll keep your daughters
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| Because they’re fucking hot
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| Go to vet, air-conditioner there, keeping this gal
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| I thought that shit was finished but I guess I was wrong
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| And I’m on, I keep on freak-freaking these hiss-weak frequencies
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| Made by the snare of the drum
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| Bring the muscle like a supplement
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| Bullshit, we’re culling up, we’re going dumb again
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| I need to just up |