[Intro]
They're coming through the window
They're coming through the door
They're busting down the big wall
And sounding the horn
They're coming through the window
They're coming through the door
They're busting down the big wall
And sounding the horn

[Hook]
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'

[Verse 1]
Time to spit new shit
I'm rocking on this new bit
I'm hot now you'll see
I'll fight you just to get peace
Heavy weight wrestler
Fight me in your comforter
Let you be superior
I'm filth with the fury ya

[Hook]
Puerto Rico
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Tokyo
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Columbo
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Mosco
Quieten down I need to make a sound

[Verse 2]
I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feeling shit
My Stamina can take it
Gymnastics Super Fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite, Teeth Nose Bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece

[Hook]
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'

[Verse 3]
Can I get control
Do you like me vulnerable
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people
Physical, brute force
Steel, iron you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar salt

[Hook]
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
What you want, that fire done burn
What you want, Bucky Done Gun
Get crackin', get-get crackin'

M.I.A.

One of the most musically-diverse and perplexing artists of the 2000s, Mathangi “Maya” Arulpragasam is arguably the decade’s best representation of Hip-Hop in its truest form and artistry in its broadest, most diverse format. Her lyrics are as political as Public Enemy, her sound is more eclectic than Stankonia-era Outkast, and she is as aesthetically-driven as Kanye West.

The road that M.I.A. was forced to travel to international stardom was not an easy one. Born on July 18th, 1975 in Hounslow, West London to Sri-Lankan Tamil immigrants, she moved to her parents' homeland when she was only six months old. However, it was the Sri Lankan Civil War which came to shape her childhood. During her formative years, she witnessed many her father was hunted as an enemy of the state, her schools were bombarded, and her impoverished family was constantly in hiding. In 1986, her family moved back to London to find stability and a sense of relative peace.

In England, she discovered her artistic talents and completed several years of secondary education in fine art – eventually gaining attention as a visual artist, painter, and musician. In the early-2000s, Maya began to seriously explore her musical talents and used the internet and underground radio as the means to build her reputation as a unique and talented firebrand. Amidst her no-nonsense politics, however, critics from around the world heard a talent in the making.