It ain't about tea and biscuits.
I'm one of those English misfits.
I don't drink tea I drink spirits,
and I talk a lot of slang in my lyrics.
There goes a horse, horses for courses,
Nah more like corpses on corners,
And Staffordshire Bull Terriers and late night crawlers.
Police carry guns not truncheons,
Make your own assumptions.
England ain't all crumpets and trumpers,
It's one big slum pit.
We ain't all posh like the queen,
We ain't all squeaky clean,
Now do the Tony Blair,
This is the picture I painted my low down,
This my notz that I call my home town,
It's where I'm living and this is my low down,
This is my England I'm letting you know now!
No I don't watch the Antiques Roadshow,
I'd rather listen to Run the Road.
And smoke someone's fresh homegrown,
And not get bloated on a plate of scones,
Cricket, bowls, croquet,
Nah PS2 all the way, in an English coucil apartment,
We don't all wear bowler hats and hire servants.
More like 24 hour surveillance and... dog sh!t on the pavements.
Big up Oliver Twist,
Letting us know the nitty gritty of what London really is,
It ain't all pretty, deal with the realness,
It's all gritty, deal with the realness.
Ohh the changing of the Queen's guard,
That's nothing for me to come out of the house for the farse,
I'd rather sit on my arse,
And have a glass of Chardonnay, nah,
We ain't all Bridget Jones clones, who say pardon me
More like gwanin mate. You get me...
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Dont get me started
To late is to late
Ill leave you departed
Beat you down dont go half hearted
Half hearted you cant know me
Yes i know im only 16
But the girls get on 'Kay come be with me'
I make them fall, make them stand
Call it Abra Kadabra Alakazam
I can take a pen in my hand
And turn it to a grand
I could turn your mum and dad to a fan
Diseapear for a year come back with a bang
I touch the pro's who say 'Hay What you do?'
Im like 'You got promo's? Whipedy doo!'
No remorse i smash you through
Throught the beat cant spit on bland
Beat you to death with my right hand
Kay will leave you dead next to the mic stand!
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My name is kay im only 16,
Never had a tech or a M-16,
rude boy take advice from a teen,
keep your head up, keep your nose clean,
taking drugs thats not right,
thats the reason you sweat at night,
and the reason you steal and fight,
rude boy, rude boy drop that light,
rude coming in like a tramp,
hoodie all dirty shirt all damp,
im a white boy rolling with a shank,
this aint no war you aint no tank,
get a real girl not a skank.
drugs? nah i dont do that,
robbing people? no i dont do that,
tell me people whats the point in that?
dont know what im gonna say on track,
aint got time for the crime its time wasting,
aint gonna be no debating,
so stay away from crime, dont wanna do no time,
in a cell...
places like that there like hell,
rude boy, whats the deal with that knife?
rude boy, you wanna lose your life?
stop fooling about stop playing around,
or you gonna end up underground,
rude boy be nice!
rude boy be safe!
that take you to a better place!
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