Текст песни ill Manors (Funtcase remix) - Plan B
Let′s
all
go
on
an
urban
safari
We
might
see
some
illegal
migrants
Oi
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
cunt
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
cause
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,
its
so
absurd
Feed
the
fear,
that's
what
we′ve
learned
Oi!
I
said
Oi!
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,
because
my
manor's
ill
My
manor′s
ill
For
real
Yeah
you
know
my
manor's
ill,
my
manor's
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
Who
closed
down
the
community
centre?
I
kill
time
there,
used
to
be
a
member
What
will
I
do
now
until
September?
Schools
out,
rules
out,
get
your
bloody
tools
out
London's
burning,
I
predict
a
riot
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
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
Here's
a
charge
for
congestion,
everybody′s
gotta
pay
Do
what
Boris
does,
rob
them
blind
Oi!
I
said
Oi!
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,
because
my
manor′s
ill
My
manor's
ill
For
real
Yeah
you
know
my
manor′s
ill,
my
manor's
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!
Oi!
I
said
Oi!
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,
because
my
manor′s
ill
My
manor's
ill
For
real
Yeah
you
know
my
manor′s
ill,
my
manor's
ill!
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