Lyrics Disruption - Spit Syndicate
Verse
1
Now
in
my
younger
days
as
a
pupil,
A
bright-eyed
menace
to
the
faculty,
without
scruples,
Spent
many
a
morning
outside
the
office,
See
I
showed
promised
but
my
focus
wandered,
In
all
sorts
of
strife
I'd
find
myself,
Could
gone
far
if
I
applied
myself,
And
kept
my
eyes
on
the
front,
eyes
on
the
blackboard,
Leaning
on
my
chair,
throwing
smart
alec
backtalk,
A
lost
cause,
my
mouth
got
me
into
some
trouble,
But
it
also
got
me
out
of
a
lot
more,
See
I
could
play
their
game
of
high
marks
and
top
scores,
Or
make
a
fine
art
of
the
skylark,
and
what's
more.
I
had
more
off
days
then
I
had
on,
I
was
more
concerned
with
what
I
had
on,
Stacked
shitty
report
cards
as
my
platform,
To
get
higher
than
if
I
had
gone
So
what
they
say?
Said
if
I
put
as
much
time
as
I
did
into
sketching,
Into
etching
out
a
worthwhile
direction,
Then
I
would
learn
my
lessons
and
learn
to
not
question,
Or
fill
my
desk
with
tags
before
the
test
ends,
tisk
tisk
I'd
be,
outta
there
in
2 flat,
Tie
my
shoes
and
be
back
on
my
shhh
like
a
library,
So
I'ma
tell
you
like
my
teacher
told
me,
Pay
attention
or
you're
gonna
be
F'd,
now
they're
finally
saying
A.So
we
break
from
your
regular
viewing,
We
interrupting,
In
all
great
ideas
there
lies
disruption,
It's
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line,
This
is
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line.
Verse
2
See
everybody
round
me
broke
boundaries,
We
get
up
'cause
we
ain't
down
with
the
powers
that
be,
We
fed
up
that
everything
ain't
always
how
it
seems,
I
ain't
sporting
every
thought
that's
handed
down
to
me,
But
yo,
we
ain't
no
fuck
the
5-0
types,
Still
I
question
them,
like
they
know
something
that
I
don't,
Learn
a
lot
from
raising
my
right
hand,
But
learnt
more
from
the
writers,
And
trying
not
to
get
jumped
on
the
ride
home,
right
on.
Quick
question,
if
everybody's
too
shit
scared
to
test
them,
How
do
we
get
the
answers,
How
do
we
take
it
all,
if
we
ain't
taking
the
chances,
We
don't
break,
we
stay
in
our
stance
like
break
dancers,
And
I
stand
for
mine,
that's
why
I
put
it
in
my
stanzas,
Like
exiled
dissidents
ducking
the
propaganda,
Never
leave
nothing
to
chance,
nah,
We
flush
your
hush
money,
we're
sick
of
being
happy
little
campers,
This
is
something
that
my
folks
have
given
me,
That's
why
I
put
the
scent
of
dissent
in
my
soliloquies,
That's
why
you
won't
catch
me
high-fiving
the
dignitaries,
Gotta
keep
a
close
eye
on
the
ministry
No
matter
the
portrait
they
hang
in
the
foyer,
You
must
watch
your
back
like
you're
hanging
with
lawyers,
The
weed
smoke,
the
pangs
of
paranoia,
But
keeping
your
mouth
shut
can
destroy
ya.So
we
break
from
your
regular
viewing,
We
interrupting,
In
all
great
ideas
there
lies
disruption,
It's
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line,
This
is
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line.
Verse
3
From
the
ghettoes
of
war-town
Warsaw,
To
portfolios
of
Warhol,
screens
of
Miss
Monroe,
Jimmy
Hendrix,
Sex
Pistols,
The
Clash
Jamaica
to
a
Bronx
Basement
and
back,
Graffiti
Taskforce,
Year
two
thou,
Clean
up
the
city
acts,
saw
hardcore
writers
hit
harder
than
before,
The
rum
rebellion,
the
BLF
and
more,
Any
change
brought
forward
from
disruptive
thought,
See
at
the
heart
of
creativity
lies
A
disruptive
disregard
for
the
way
that
things
are
done,
The
way
that
things
look,
the
way
that
things
sound,
The
way
that
the
world
is
run,
And
it's
the
same
spark,
same
part
of
the
mind
That
hears
music
different,
that
colours
outside
of
the
lines,
That
answers
back,
that
overthrows
governments,
And
it's
inside
each
and
every
one
of
us.So
we
break
from
your
regular
viewing,
We
interrupting,
In
all
great
ideas
there
lies
disruption,
It's
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line,
This
is
no
time
to
tow
the
party
line.
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