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we Spinnin' Yeah we spinnin' Yeah we spinnin' Now we spun Here we go one more time Here we go one more time Now we Spinnin' Yeah we spinnin' Yeah we spinnin' Now we

wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back when we were young and we were friends

the cops with them choppas Che Guevara and Castro bangin' in Cuba To the Zapatistas and Latin kings that bust with that Rugger. We ain't forgot but baby boy that block still hot People

to clear it out and claim it as mine Indigenous people were peaceful it took no time Great grandmother Africa was blind and disabled Sons was traitors we