Released: November 5, 2013

Songwriter: Switch M.I.A.

Producer: Switch

It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor
It’s so simple get to the floor

[Chorus]
Immina immina thana thana
Ingana ingana giiina giiina
Matangi

[Verse 1]
Somalia Bosnia
Cuba Colombia
Ecuador Mexico
Bhutan Morocco
Botswana Ghana
India Serbia
Libya Lebanon
Gambia Namibia
Bali Mali
Chile Malawi
Bequia St Vincent
Trinidad and Norway
China Canada
U.S.A. U.K
Nepal Nigeria
Ethiopia North K. Myanmar Panama
Philippines Nicaragua
Palestine and Greece
Peru and France

It's so simple do the dance

[Bridge]
Pretty raw
Get to the floor
Came up listening to war war
Weekend breaks in Singapore
Preach like a priest
I sing like a whore
Do you want more?
Do you want more?
Do you know what I got in store?
Do you want more?
Do you want more?
It’s so simple get to the floor

[Chorus]
Immina immina thana thana
Ingana ingana giiina giiina
Matangi

It’s so simple get to the floor
Do you want more?
Do you want more?
Do you know what I got in store?

[Chorus]
Immina immina thana thana
Ingana ingana giiina giiina
Matangi

[Verse 2]
I'm ice cream
And you're sorbet
They got guns but it points the wrong way
Yeah I’m on it they cirque de soleil
They make big sounds with nothing to say
School of fakeness
I’m school of hard knocks
You're here to fool us
I’m here to take shots
Look-alike, copycat
Doppelgänger, fraud
They ain't got nothing on me
Now I’m getting bored
If you're gonna be me you need a manifesto
If you ain't got one you better get one presto
Yeah you got money we sell bootlegs only
When the shit counts our numbers way plenty
We started at the bottom but Drake gets all the credit
Paper route or life route yeah we be ready

[Chorus]
Immina immina thana thana
Ingana ingana giiina giiina
Matangi

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.