Lyrics: Apollo Four Forty. White Man's Throat.

Said the bird
"Didn't die like I wanted to
With my hands around
The white man's throat"

Dig it?

Fly, dip, die
Yeah, word, yeah
It's the world
Like it's at [unverified] beginning

Didn't die the way he wanna to
Hands wrapped around
The white man's throat
Diggin' world
Diggin' world

Fly World
Dip, die
World, world