Released: July 14, 2020

Producer: M.I.A.

Eeah
It's M I A yeah!
Hey!

[Verse 1]
Don’t bring your gun there
Don’t bother bother me
You can’t take me
You want me, pay me
You can’t 2Pac me
You can’t Biggie me
I’ve got a pikini with a bikini in Bequia
They wanna stop me
Galliano sack me
I’ll keep on coming back
Like your freaking acne
I am pro active
Brand new perspective
Back on a mac tip with matching red lipstick

[Hook]
Baby got back, I got front
You got a stack, I got a trunk
You got some junk, throw it in the bank
You think you get this but this ain’t what you think

[Hook 2]
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up

[Verse 2]
I’m not on seven, I’m on eleven
The difference is kinda like Devon and Yemen
When I go Oman I say "Yeah Man"
I open up a club and fill it strictly full of woman
My mama go to church she says "Amen"
She also says "Why are men teaming up with Demon?"
I love all men they all take me heaven
I can’t keep myself in check like a Mormon

[Hook]
Baby got back, I got front
You got a stack, I got a trunk
You got some junk, throw it in the bank
You think you get this but this ain’t what you think

[Hook 2]
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up

[Verse 3]
Can’t be got I’m a
Cyber dog I
Fight the bots I
Free up a lot like
Chinese a chop chop
Put it in your hip hop pop
Encrypt and code it and I put it on your laptop
Bubble up poc poc
In my new bop bop
E’d up head up and I gon' beat a body up
This is immediate
We don’t need no media
Feel it, reel it, pull it
We gon' light the city up

[Hook]
Baby got back, I got front
You got a stack, I got a trunk
You got some junk, throw it in the bank
You think you get this but this ain’t what you think

[Hook 2]
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up
Can't be stop, stop, stopped
[?]
[?]
Yeah, I'm gon' light the city up

[Outro]
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I'm laughing all the way to the bank
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Laughing all the way to the bank

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.