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Ill Manors Lyrics:

Original songwriter: Alexander Shuckburgh, Dmitrij Shostakovich Let's all go on an urban safari

We might see some illegal migrants

Oiy look there's a chav that means council housed and violent

He's got a hoodie on give him a hug

On second thoughts don't you don't wanna get mugged

Oh shit too late that was kinda dumb

Whose idea was that stupid

He's got some front ain't we all

Be the joker play the fool

What's politics ain't it all smoke and mirrors

April fools

All year round all in all just another brick in the wall

Get away with murder in the schools

Use four letter swear words 'cos we're cool

We're all drinkers drug takers

Every single one of us buns the herb

Keep on believing what you read in the papers

Council estate kids scum of the earth

Think you know how life on a council estate is

From everything you've ever read about it or heard

Well it's all true so stay where you're safest

There's no need to step foot out the 'burbs

Truth is here we're all disturbed

We cheat and lie it's so absurd

Feed the fear that's what we've learned fuel the fire let it burn

Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy

We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door

Don't come 'round here no more

You could get robbed for real, yeah

Because my manors ill my manors ill for real

Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill

You could get lost in this concrete jungle

New builds keep springing up outta nowhere

Take the wrong turn down a one way junction

Find yourself in the hood nobody goes there

We got an Eco friendly government

They preserve our natural habitat

Built an entire

Olympic village

Around where we live without pulling down any flats

Give us free money and we don't pay any tax

NHS healthcare yes please many thanks

People get stabbed round here there's many shanks

Nice knowing someone's got our backs when we get attacked

Don't bloody give me that

I'll lose my temper

Who closed down the community centre

I killed time there used to be a member

What will I do now 'til september

Schools out rules out get your bloody tools out

London's burning

I predict a riot

Fall in fall out who knows what it's all about

What did that chief say something bout the kaisers

Kids on the street no they never miss a beat

Never miss a cheap thrill when it comes their way

Let's go looting no not Luton

The high street's closer cover your face

And if we see any rich kids on the way

We'll make 'em wish they stayed inside

There's a charge for congestion everybody's gotta pay

Do what Boris does rob them blind

Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy

We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door

Don't come 'round here no more

You could get robbed for real, yeah

Because my manors ill my manors ill for real

Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill

We've had it with you politicians

You bloody rich kids never listen

There's no such thing as broken Britain

We're just bloody broke in Britain

What needs fixing is the system

Not shop windows down in Brixton

Riots on the television you can't put us all in prison

Oy, I said Oy what you looking at you little rich boy

We're poor 'round here run home and lock your door

Don't come 'round here no more

You could get robbed for real, yeah

Because my manors ill my manors ill for real

Yeah, you know my manors ill my manors ill

Artist Information

English Singer / hip-hop recording artist, actor, film director and producer. Born 22 October 1983.

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