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La forza mia (Marco Carta) · Tangos: Jalousie, Adios Pampa Mia, a Media Luz... (Radio Dancing Orchestra) · Argentina Mia (Jairo) · Cecilia Mia (Don Barreto) · Alla Mia Età (Tiziano Ferro) · Cara Mia: The Very Best of David Whitfield (David Whitfield) · La Mia Strada (Arnoldo Foà) · Ma Che Vita La Mia (Roby Facchinetti) · La Mia Italia (Al Bano) · Sulla Mia Pelle (Fiorella Mannoia) – and 90 other albums »


I'm alright Fred

But don't let that worry your son
For when he grows up and gets blown out of here
Have yourself A-tomic bomb
Now introducing
the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike wit the fire
Baby I know you say it
Making money, yes
Hide it in the bath
Sound of a bomb blast throw it in the bag

M.I.A. 
M.I.A.
M.I.A.
M.I.A.
You know who I am
M.I.A.
You know
glass
Making money, yes
Hide it in the bath
Sound of a bomb blast throw it in the bag

Bass lines and cars
Anything fast
Know who I am
I run this fucking
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
relevant, haters start protecting put out hits
Cause this is Ed a.k.a. Assassin
Me and my sister Mia X, we just counting cheddar laughing

[Chorus]
Bring
l'innocenza resta il punto di partenza
Questa strada, mi ha dato l'attinenza

We live it by the code, like a bomb, tic-toc, we explode
Like a bullet in your
the year of the bomb boom our intelligence can lead us to our doom 1946 the year of the computer the year of the bikini mamma mia fettuccini 1949 ya we'll
bitch
Goldie Loc,
My nephew Silkk the Shocker
Oh yeah, we got something for the ladies too
Mia X, run this bitch

Lyrical arsonist, lady alligator
ain't real no mo' (Picture that)
Ah T.I.P. ain't work for MIA no mo'
He still so-so (picture that) he still po'
Nigga picture that, ah matter fact
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
ridin my meat
Fuckin wit Just, that's like swimmin in Shit's Creak
Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia
Skills is ill, real faster than a cheetah
In a jungle,
on my back initiated in blood 
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club 
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues 
And you could
for me to quit it
M-I-A, land of the palm trees
T double D came through with the bomb trees
And when a nigga inhale this
I had to put my shades on,
if you don't respect
You know I'm from the 3rd bitch
You gone by casualty bitch
I'ma soldier

(mia x)
Rounding up my soldiers
Scooping up my warriors
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
on my back initiated in blood 
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club 
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues 
And you could
the spot, crackin today
Unpluggin niggaz, mean muggin niggaz, passin the J
My block, I keep my squad tight, we make them nights
Ridin dirty through the MIA