Weekend ravers
Packs of quavers
Blurry nights and Rizla papers
Bus pass savers
Record players
Turn them up and
Wake the neighbours
Find your saviour
In a Jager
Drink it now
Regret it later
Dodgy flavours
Misbehaviour
Morning afters
Mashed potatoes

Britain god save our Great Britain
Can of Stella, Fish and chips and
Hollyoaks and bad decisions
Hypocrites and politicians
2 pound scratch cards
On a mission
Mug of Tetley’s; its tradition
Super-noodles, malnutrition
Living on the streets of Britain
Broke and hella skint
Sign on benefits
Eye for an eye
Do a line for the hell of it
Prime-time deficit
ASBO, dеcadent
Cuts and bruises on my exo-skеleton
Don don diggy, I’m don don diligent
Yes I’m addressing the room with the elephant
Dress so elegant
Nike veteran
1990s tracksuit wear it in

Oh when I do laps on the track with my flow
Call me the baker; I need dough
King of north, I’m the new John snow
Game of thrones
I’m climbing out the window, up the wall
And I hop your fence parkour
And I break down your front door

And I’m meeting with your lover
Coz I love her
And were going under covers
With no rubber
Im a f*ck her
Im a real cheeky bugger
(Knock knock)
On the front door
Shit! its her bother, he’s a mean mother sucker
He threw me an upper cut, ah
So I duck it and I dive, ah, im still covered in saliva
Hes a physo and its primal, its a game of survival
So I bolt for the back door, pray to the bible
That my legs go Usain bolt, I hope

Right here, right now
That my feet don’t fail me now
Back there, back then
When I go back way back when
Like this, like that
With the weight of the world on my back
Breathe in, relax
Got the Fatboy slim on the track, Brap!