Ill Manors

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 sh*t too late that was kinda dumb

Whose idea was that… stupid…

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

Fuel the fire, let it burn

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 (yeah) because my manors ill

My manors ill

For real

Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors 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

I’ll lose my temper

Who closed down the community centre?

I kill time there used to be a member

What will I do now until September?

School’s out, rules out, get your bloody tools out

London’s burning, I predict a riot

Fall in fall out

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

Let’s go looting

No not Luton

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 (yeah) because my manors ill

My manors ill

For real

Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors 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 (yeah) because my manors ill

My manors ill

For real

Yeah you know my manors ill, my manors ill!