Released: December 31, 2010

Featuring: Rosalee Pfeffer

[Intro]
We squeeze
We sniff
We cut away
(M-M-M.I.A.)
The ultimate

[Partial Hook]
(You-you-you-you-you-you-you-you)

[Verse 1]
Cause I'm the best
Bitches call me no less
I stay grounded in the age of unrest
I been billin'
While I'm chillin'
Must confess
It's just important that I get this off my chest:

[Hook]
(You-you-you-you)
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love

[Rosalee chanting]

[Verse 2]
Every time I see you
I'm on the rebound
Rewind the words
And I'm still re-found
Every time I hit refresh, reboot, reload
I need to refill, rebuild, react

[Hook]
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love

[Rosalee chanting]

[Verse 3]
A hustler is a female version of a hustler
So come here little soldier
Get you very faster
I'm a dasher but I'll leave you hangin' in a Chrysler
I'm the bitch that got you talking
Here's the fucking mantra


[Hook]
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
(Vicki Leekx
Leak me)
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love
You my love, you my love
You my, you my love
You my love

[Outro]
This is my vent
I scream it down my celly
When you start makin' me peanut butter jelly
It may be wrong, but it's just sometimes scary
Every time I scream it out
You don't seem to hear me

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.