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