Attila The Stockbroker - Spirit Of The Age (Rap) lyrics

SPIRIT OF THE AGE You've got to be young and black to rap, right? So I've no chance ‘cos I'm old, punk rock and white... You've got to be young and black to rap? Wrong! Anyone can rap - or write a punk rock song So don't look at me with scorn or derision I don't accept boundaries of cultural division I'm MC Attila and I'm right in your face So listen up folks ‘cos I ain't going no place This rap's called ‘Spirit Of The Age' All my life I'm gonna be on stage Millions of ideas buzzing round my head And I'll be rapping till the day I'm dead Aged 48 I won't be sedate Rancid rule, Joe Strummer is my soul mate 49 I'll be doing just fine Reeling in the Right on my verbal fishing line Fifty? I'll be nifty! So don't look at me like I'm sad or I'm shifty.... 51 I'll be having some fun When Brighton score 10 and Crystal Palace score none 52, I'll be talking to you - And I'll make more sense than Blink 182.... 53? Top of the tree! Red rebel rhymes and rapping rebel poetry 54, like I said before - Show me a fascist, I'll show him the floor 55 - cutting it live While boring arty poets take a nose dive 56 - high in the mix This old punk rocker will have learned some new tricks 57, still first eleven Drinking real ale like it's manna from heaven 58, I'll be fuelling debate Giving it straight from the 51st State Aged 59 laying down the line Pulling out words and watching them intertwine 60? Still defying convention! I won't be drawing my punk rock pension..... As long as I'm alive I'll be live on stage: Age of the spirit - spirit of the age!