Jenre - 28 Draws Later lyrics

[Verse 1: Bob Savage] Trust man'll bust that Dustpan & brush rap No car so far Just have a bus pa** Dishrag rapper fam Spit sh** that matters man You're coming as cunning as a sh** Blackadder plan It's the big dicked anarchist Taliban Q from the rubble You knew we were trouble Like Taylor Swift steppin' in Places ya never been Ain't gettin' in with a face full of ketamin Q don't move we're the laziest bretherin Viet Cong rap don, aim at your veterans Ain't waitin' to let em in, Syria sh**, Assad at the door Chased by the state like Assata Shakur Your sh**'s so pants, put it back in the drawer There's no 'top bants', you're a twat and a bore Joffrey Lannister rap Hang you off the bannister rap Try & toss Riot cops Gas canisters back [Verse 2: Jenre] Bitter types My weakness like Kryptonite Speaking truth into mics f** your God given rights You know I kick it right, even though property is theft I own this device, in this life I properly detest Don't criticise, I'm possibly the best My quality is next, yes They'll probably honour me in d**h I expect, say this obviously in jest If anybody follows me they're gonna be misled Honesty's the best policy it's said Honestly I can't not see any solid reason left To keep this façade going They just wanna keep the arms flowing Trading in economies of d**h And women just commodities for s** So that's half the people in the world that are horribly oppressed Normal proletarians gotta lead the left So I'm staying libertarian communist to d**h [Verse 3: Bob Savage] Yo, MPs claiming they serve to inspire us While calling the workers 'shirkers and skivers' Claiming they're strivers, management shysters Picket line rap - we adamant strikers Yo... So stop the sermon Six feet deep now drop the dirt in ... Claimed she's not for turning? Dig up her corpse make sure she's not returning f**ing Thatcherite c*nts You guys are the reason I have to buy skunk Creating poverty We hate you honestly Shank up your bailiff, reclaim your property I'm the Soviet satellite Sputnik So don't be sh** Thatcherite f**wits Justice, leaving red marks Bro, have you even read Marx? Protect yo' neck like Ned Stark's [Verse 4: Jenre] I keep a close watch like drones in Pakistan I see you turning whole crowds into traffic jams Heading for the exit 'Cos life on your bars has never been detected Style forever been neglected, I don't know why you do it mate I'll be spitting fire at a stupid rate Sweat till you're losing weight, you'll need a skin graft Your chances of beating me went from good to slim fast So make a quick dash, please get out of here Cos I get pissed fast like it's just a pound a beer So get the rounds in here Your whole sound is fear It's blue sky thinking, I ain't seen a cloud all year You're dope? Don't be telling me this sh** I'm the spoiled kid at Christmas, incredibly gifted Stronger than an Irn Bru Whatcha tryna do? Yeah you might get clocked, that don't mean I got time for you [Verse 5: Bob Savage & Jenre] Yo, these are the Middle Ages Feudal free market, we start to live in cages Restart the civil cases We target little wages We Marxists Be scarring Weak-hearted fickle faces So don't find the bloodshed surprising When the proletarian undead are rising Police wanna stop them, off with your heads Peter Kropotkin, Conquest of Bread ¡No Pasarán! But you're eager to let 'em pa** Grown a** man in a V for Vendetta mask So Van Damme man, Jon-clawed your eyes out Bob slays comrades onstage, your cause is wiped out ...Now get to war with 'em Six months later, now get supportin' 'em Hands round necks of roundhead historians Kush Zombies found dead, brown bread - Warburton's Radical Historians Reading Das Kapital, sat in the Delorean Cable Street Battle rap, fascists be deportin' em Kush Zombie Antifa rapping crematorium