Released: March 22, 2005

Songwriter: M.I.A. Paul Byrne Switch

Producer: Paschal Byrne Switch

[Intro]
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
M-M-I-I-A-A, M.I.A
M-M-I-I-A-A, M.I.A
M-M-I-I-A-A, M.I.A

[Chorus 1]
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

[Chorus 2]
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

[Verse 1]
Yeah, we got God now we got you
Every day thinking 'bout how we get through
Everything I own is on IOU
But I'm here bringing you something new
You no like the people, they no like you
Then they gonna set it off with a big boom
Son in a battle, is a son and battle too
Why you wanna talk about who done who?
Why you wanna talk about—

[Chorus 2]
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

[Chorus 1]
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the poor, pull up the poor

[Verse 2]
I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, nice, nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road
Bring me the reaper
Bring me the lawyer
I'm a fighter, I'll take 'em on
You treat me like a killer
I ain't never hate ya
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, fighter god
I'm a soldier on that road
I'm a fighter, nice nice fighter
I'm a soldier on that road

[Chorus 2]
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you—

Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang, bang, bang
Sleng teng, that's that M.I.A. thang
I got the bombs to make you blow
I got the beats to make you bang

[Outro]
Oh-ah, oh-ah, oh-ah
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor
Pull up the people, pull up the poor

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.