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Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip
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Stiff Upper Lip
This democracy?
I think I'm sick of it
Constantly politicking chicken-shit liberalists
If that sounds harsh, it's fucking meant to
Live with it
Heart full of fire, little drizzle to extinguish it
See the evil, hear the evil, talk a lot of bullshit
Complain about their ways but still support it
I heard a revolution's coming
Better batten down your bandwidth
Make stands from your laptop
And then finish off your sandwich
But oh shit
This isn't just a Twitter campaign
We gonna take to the streets
The man will know our names
But every protest is authorized,
Cleared and sanctioned
So is that a protest
Or just a pleasant little gathering?
Two million marched against a war
And then what did they do?
Complained that no one listened
Man, there's two million of you
And all those mad about the fact
You didn't vote for our leaders
Your solution is to wait and vote again?
Fucking genius
That stiff upper lip shit?
Man, that was good marketing
Make man's trait to “never complain”
Remove the spark from him
Charming little phrase
For emotionally retarding him
Hold it down, son
Feel your darkened heart hardening
Fuck your stiff upper lip
Pick up a brick
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And if the crime fits
Then fucking do something with it (x4)
Listen it's a British tradition
An orange camper van
Used to staple sheets up to the walls
Battle plans from J18, yeah
We had em man
Back to the cable street
No pasaran
Run them out our crew's
Quicker than the news
Where the need for speed beat the need for truth
It was direct action in your fucking face
Not throwing all your hope into cyberspace
And tracking your trouble
Trickology tracing you
Tracking the chatter no matter the clatter
Basic truths
Tricking the cheater
Chuck the case and then be chasing you
That's what's facing you
It's okay to have your own point of view
And not just quote other people when you try to argue
Can we save the youth from our stiff upper lip
And stop them quoting Russell Brand, me, and Pip
They don't care about your situation
They just wanna grab your information
That's why I don't like Facebook groups
I like to group up and chase them chooks
Retina scanners, closed-circuit cameras
I wear bandanas on my face and hood
A re-tweet's just a retreat, damn
When a brick through a window's worth two in the hand
Fuck your stiff upper lip
Pick up a Brick
And if the crime fits
Then fucking do something with it (x4)
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