Beat Butcha - England lyrics

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 de-niro 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 f**in 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 f** this country, it ain't doin sh** 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 k**in for the buck - but we don't give a f** 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 f**in 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 sh** 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, d**h 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 m**m 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 d** 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 pa**port 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