Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song England, artist - Jehst. Album song The Dragon of an Ordinary Family, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YNR
Song language: English
England |
We gotta stack chips and that’s the way it is yo |
Living in the city is turning Billy schizo- |
Phrenic, it’s a blood-money epidemic |
Kids rock Akademiks but they’re not academic |
Better stop for a second, take a look around you |
Demons surround you, evil is all powerful |
Love is up against the ropes, it’s God’s downfall |
Lucifer reigns — the future remains doubtful |
The gloves are off — bare knuckle for the last round |
Listen to the war drum, hear how my heart sounds |
My fists pound the asphalt, as the living dead inhale the crack smoke |
Squeeze blood out a stone just to make cash flow — streets retarded |
The daily news is too much for the weak hearted |
Deeply depressed artistic arsonist, sparkin spliffs |
Addicts jack the pharmacist’s |
The devil lives in the Houses of Parliament |
Devil worship or rebel disarmament |
Is the main agenda for the parliamentary member |
Send in the Toxic Avenger |
Mutant anti-hero, stack dinero |
Move with a band of bandoleros at sub-zero |
Temperature — New clothes for the Emperoror |
Watch how you walk, these kids will put an end to ya |
The cross-country adventurer |
Ventin' the pent up aggression, when I enter the session |
Adolescents hold weapons, and shut down your pantomime |
Draw heat — 9 milli degrees Fahrenheit |
England! |
Where the smackheads jackin up |
Crackheads crackin up |
You’re back up or backin up? |
You’ll leave with your hands cuffed |
Po-po bustin blocks, Old folk punchin clocks |
Yo it don’t fuckin stop |
Police stoppin me with the P.O.T |
Race hate is growin so their votin for the BNP |
Brits in Guantanamo, dreamin of bein free |
Fuck this country, it ain’t doin shit for me! |
Look at the history books, peep the bloodshed |
Karma is coming, you’ll see the streets run red |
RedRum! |
That’s the way that the money’s made |
The Church of England invested in the slave-trade |
Trace it back to the bank where you put your wage |
Built on the blood of slaves and stolen sugar cane |
England! |
And there’ll be toil for the royal blood |
Spillin on the soil, where they’re drillin for the oil |
Got us killin for the buck — but we don’t give a fuck |
Nobody wanna work, we just wanna live it up |
Bring a cup, fill it up |
With the blood sweat and tears too |
I got no love for these ideals you adhere to |
Dear England, please confess your sins now |
I see police tape, when I’m takin my bins out |
A dead baby got dropped down the rubbish chute |
Please don’t bum me out, cause I just bunned a zoot |
Don’t look at me funny blood, it’s the fuckin truth! |
You don’t believe me, I guess it’s too much for you |
A girl got abducted, and chopped up in Catford |
Racists with ice-picks? |
That shit is backward |
The news is confusin — it’s all manufactured |
Pop-propoganda — political actors |
Political factions and critical factors |
Get kidnapped and sympathise with your captors |
Trapped in the capital, death before dishonour |
Troops terrorised by suicide bombers |
And I wanna vomit, cause they’re blowin up buses |
It’s rough in the streets, kids growing up cussin |
Get crushed in the rush hour |
Police have got too much power, now they move like a menace |
Ask Jean Charles De Menezes, in the heavens |
They put seven in his head and sent him back to the essence |
They got us living in fear |
You get treated like a criminal if you’re Muslim with a beard |
24 hour drinkin, I’m sippin a beer |
But some don’t know their limits, it’s a little severe |
The liquor is here, the drugs are here |
The football thugs are here, you could get mugged in here |
So plug your ear if you don’t wanna hear the screams |
From the dungeon to the Huddersfield of dreams |
I feel the heat of Big Brother’s eyes on my back |
He’s watchin how I move and the way that I act |
He’s watching what I read and the products that I buy |
My bank balance? |
That’s the price of the property-rise |
My political allegiance? |
I’m angry! |
I didn’t register my Oyster Card — you can’t track me |
ID’s compulsory — they got a back door |
You’re forced to apply when you renew your passport |
It’s hardcore, but that’s life in England |
And it goes for the whole United Kingdom |
And I still got love for the place where I’m livin |
But right now they’re ain’t nothin great about Britain |