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Guns of Britain

from Mind of a Tehranist by eMCee Killa

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The thought police just broke in,
Is it hands on my head or the gun I’m holding,
I gotta do it for the little kids,
i feel I gotta tell the world just how it really is,
cos I’ve been holding it up for 25,
Many died from the boss enforcing genocide,
And the truth won’t be televised,
Cos its easy to lie when your not a very clever guy,
But I’ll never let head my sway,
Even though my stomachs swollen from drinking nestle,
Your death beds made, so its time to lie,
Your tense, pace up and down cos its eye for eye,
And It makes you sad you want to sponsor a child,
Did a lot for the wild so you rock with a smile,
Now we’re facing an age where we’re bound to burn lots,
And in turn be controlled by Rupert Murdoch,

Once you pledge to the west getting chased by Ivan,
Stuck between your faith and a race asylum,
And the same things happening in London town,
You shake like seeing afghans on underground,
Whether its out the city or into Hoxton,
Police just watch men like their Boris Johnson,
Now the fear seems to cover the protocol,
Don’t you know? They say jump we’re like “okay doke”
Prepared to give our rights up, protect your country,
Those who nest above me are resting comfy,
Even try to run every district,
And world politics reflects in the Olympics,
So do you act now? And resist the smack down,
Strap bombs to waist, detonate a packed crowd,
Or see America as heaven sent,
They want a black president just to hide the white background,

I wish I could bun the christians,
Recycle the force from the guns of Brixton,
Lets the tunes spread so your sons can listen,
The bibles depicted from solar systems,
Now the west needs the wars to make cash,
They take back every bit of oil while they break the slaves back,
And put it on repeat like a ravers tape pack,
The main mans a cover for the state to rape tax,
Stay standing still while they fiddle your wage pack,
Its give it or take that, your spirit just lays back,
So your stuck and just live on the main drag,
Now your lost and forgotten on the strip of the wasteland,

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from Mind of a Tehranist, released November 1, 2009

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