Chorus Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Smile in we face while he praising old sin, Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Empire talk sweet, but the truth cutting skin. Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Talking “West” like only they could win, But from cane field sweat to the violin, We build the world they still living in. ⸻ Verse 1 He fly to Munich, chest out wide, History book with the truth denied, Talking like Columbus still is guide, And all the rest of we should step aside. He call it noble, he call it grand, Mission and empire across the land, But he never name whose blood wet sand, Or whose bones make rich that hand. Refrain No mention of the first nations there, No stolen home, no broken share. ⸻ Chorus Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Smile in we face while he praising old sin, Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Empire talk sweet, but the truth cutting skin. Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Talking “West” like only they could win, But from cane field sweat to the violin, We build the world they still living in. ⸻ Verse 2 No word for Africa chained in hold, Bought and branded, worked and sold, No word for stories never told, Only a civilised tale in gold. No word for India crossing sea, No word for China in the factory, No word for Caribe, no word for we, Who turn pain into identity. Refrain They love the fruit, forget the root, Then dress up conquest in a business suit. ⸻ Chorus Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Smile in we face while he praising old sin, Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Empire talk sweet, but the truth cutting skin. Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Talking “West” like only they could win, But from cane field sweat to the violin, We build the world they still living in. ⸻ Verse 3 He say, “Don’t shackle allies with shame,” But truth and shame not the same game, Call every crime by the proper name, Then maybe justice could finally claim. If pride means memory cut in two, Then that pride crooked from the jump, that true, Because the future they trying to do, Still standing on what they never review. Refrain We not against pride, hear what we say, But pride with amnesia will lose the way. ⸻ Bridge And when hard times mash up the scene, Who send doctors? You know what I mean. Small islands, big hearts, hands stay clean, Humanity show up where power turn mean. So doh come south with selective respect, And expect the Caribbean to just accept, We reading the script and the subtext, And kaiso is we public fact-check. ⸻ Final Chorus Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, Same old empire with a new coat skin, Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, But the drumbeat rise and the truth step in. Rubio rub it in, rub it in, rub it in, We know who lose and we know who win, From Belize to Havana the voices begin, You can’t rub out truth, when the kaiso lock in!
