National Anthem Lyrics - Seminar - Sir Mixalot

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 'cause 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