This Is England

I'm from where Reggie Kray got rich as fuck

East London, who am I to mess tradition up?

Jellied eels, pie and mash, two pints of that Pride on tap

Polo top, pair of stans, flat cap and a Burberry mac

Some ASBO kids on the crack here

Super tenants on a park bench, brown packet

Yeah, that's the hood, yeah, that's the hood

I'm just a 2Pac **** in a town full of Suges

Tryna be straight in this town full of crooks

Know when you've never seen a man buy a Bentley with a book

We take to water like a duck, headed to the green

But getting caught up in the rough

Story of my life and I'm just giving you the crux

The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning

Streets lead to wars and spies

Be sure we keep on moving forward

Straight, straight as the arrows fly

Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B

This is how we used to dun the dance in East

We used to spit sixteens till they called police

Probably somewhere in a party or a dark shebeen

This is England, this is England

Where you could be a villain or a victim

Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen

That's the idiot's guide to the manor, my friend

Uh, it's been a long time coming, like Sam said

A change gonna come for the masses

Bars back, give that dark shit a damn rest

Rap for the have-nots and the have-less

This my Rocky stairway flow

Something those Apollos wouldn't know

Brother and a mother, where's Daddy?

Ah, fuck it, same old, same old

Face bothered, suit, three piece, Nucky Thompson

Fight against the odds to the top like Jack Johnson

You can keep the more money if you keep the problems

I can keep it real, can you keep it 100?

Just bought a soda pound sign said

Stripped and underground, king of his highness

Now what will come first, getting rich or the dying?

The tears or the violins?

The wheels keep on turning, we keep on earning

Streets lead to wars and spies

Be sure we keep on moving forward

Straight, straight as the arrows fly

Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B

This is how we used to done the dance in East

We used to spits sixteens till they called police

Probably somewhere in a party or a dark shebeen

This is England, this is England

Where you could be a villain or a victim

Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen

That's the idiot's guide to the manor, my friend

It's not a hip hop party without a butt twerk

It's not a real rap song without a cuss word

It's not a house party without a shuffle

It's not a garage rave without champagne

Back when Wiley was Wiley Kat

This is how we used to get the party gassed

CS, get the party gassed

Then you covered your face and dossed out the back

I'll tell you, back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B

This is how we used to done the dance in East

We used to spit sixteens till they called police

Probably somewhere in a party or a dark shebeen

This is England, this is England

Where you could be a villain or a victim

Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen

That's the idiot's guide to the manor, my friend

Back when Lethal Bizzle was Lethal B

This is how we used to done the dance in East

We used to spit sixteens till they called police

Probably somewhere in a party or a dark shebeen

This is England, this is England

Where you could be a villain or a victim

Where you make money, make it out, avoid pen

That's the idiot's guide to the manor, my friend