Verse 1
I used to smoke a pipe and mix my beer with Coke and Sprite/
that’s when I got into rap and became a celebrity overnight/
ever since I can remember I wanted to rip up open ‘mics/
and ride a prototype motor bike that glows at night like solar lights/
I ain’t a socialite I ain’t got a social life/
and if you wanna fuck around with me then roll the dice/
as for you pigs that always patrol at night/
you cant prosecute me for nothing mother fucker I know my rights/
if the government kill me I’ll return as a poltergeist/
and leave Tony Blair on the floor with his legs and shoulders sliced/
I’ve already used this rhyme schemes so now I’ve told you twice/
I don’t hold a gun I don’t hold a knife/
but if you mother fuckers don’t stop try’na control my life/
you’d better hope that you can survive a shot to the dome like Obie Trice/
your’e as cold as ice you keep the oil over-priced/
while there’s people across the world that can’t afford a bowl of rice/

Chorus
(This is England) a country that used to rule the planet/
America took over with logo computer gadgets/
(This is England) I’m always surrounded by human traffic/
rumour has it all the adverts do havoc like voodoo magic/
(This is England) the land of cold weather/
in order to get by you need to be a go-getter/
(This is England, England)The United Kingdom/
a country that’s facing the brink of extinction/

Verse 2
London’s been trashed up by university students/
and soon the pollution’ll turn every human into a mutant/
I hate living in Great Britain/
now I need to escape ‘coz this place is like state prison/
but it’s a wild goose chase, that’s why I’ve got a screw face/
that’s why my breath smells like I’ve never brushed with toothpaste/
now I’m feeling tied up like a shoe lace/
all I need is Cubase fuck an office and a suit case/
police are tryn’a find out where I’m living/
it’s like they don’t give a fuck about the war on terrorism/
I don’t believe the bullshit I see on the television/
men and women are jealous turning green like penicillin/
I bless the rhythm fuck a second opinion/
check my Baraka Mix-Tape Volume zero special edition/
doing crime’ll either leave you dead or in prison/
‘coz the police’ll strike you harder than a head-on collision/
just because America got rid of George Bush/
doesn’t mean that everything’s gonna be all good/
democracy will never help our community/
the only people that’ll make it change are you and me/
my life been like a roller coaster now it’s almost over/
I’m getting wise and growing older like La Coka Nostra/
I show composure ‘coz the worlds controlled by Coca-Cola/
when I own a motor I’ll go on the road to Oklahoma/

Chorus

Verse 3
To much power can drive a man mad/
thats why George Bush was dropping bombs on Bagdad/
killing a thousand people with a single air strike/
just to kill Saddam Hussain do you call that a fair fight?/
(yeah right) I’m searching for blessed paradise/
a world filled with flowing rivers birds and dragon flies/
my rhymes are like a London travel guide/
in this city full of people stabbing guys like samourais/
fuck the alibis this rap game’s been paralysed/
‘coz it seems like using guns and jagged knives is glamourised/
to many wack rappers are living lavish lives/
advertising corporate products till they feel they’re satisfied/
all this rage has got me pulsating/
my respect for the police has worn out like an old apron/
I don’t rate them that’s a bit of a bold statement/
but the other weekend I was nearly put on probation/
fuck these politicians now they need to stop and listen/
all they care about is try’na kill the opposition/
some friends have gone to prison and made the wrong decisions/
the city’s fucked up but I don’t believe in communism/
how can you expect your people to make an honest living?/
half of the population here ain’t got a pot to piss in/
politicking don’t fit my job description/
we’re living in a time where love and faith are none existent/

Chorus