Guillotines

[Intro]
I wish it could be
I wish it could be me

[Verse]
Yo, in this spitting crap my scribble pad is iller than the Iliad
You silly cats can't even think to bring a gat or decent raps
To the first letter, followed by the twenty-third
Brought to this earth to make a statement through many words
This is the instrument of your liberation
Toussaint le Vitoe freed all the Haitians
Black people are still slaves, man, it's so blatant
So I'm starting to revolt, I'm sick and tied of waiting
Placing myself in the wrongful of greatness
All praise to Allah 'cos he blessed me with the patience
The way, right, and pick the best time to strike
Inspire or fight, as well as enlightening minds
I was born where the dawn finds the sunshine
And raised in the blaze of violence and gun crime
[?] London, I've gone to bed in the dungeons
Cos I fight back when feds hit my head with their truncheons
But my blood is from East Africa, Eritrea
Trained since birth to be a devil's layer
I walk with a crossbow and pray that I cross foes
And then I hit the stage and rock shows
And when I spit it's like pepper and lava
Put in a pot, mixed with a bit of the Sun and cooked in a wok
And added to the burning that you get when you are shot
What I'm saying is I'm basically hot
Never raving, I'm more likely to be reading
And finding a way to kill my inner demons
Cause I can't sleep but I'm always energised
Listen to this and tell me you are not mesmerised

[Chorus]
They say that people are too stupid to hear the sounds
I say shut your mouth and let them hear them it now
Shut your mouth and let them hear them it now
Keep it shut and let them hear it now
They say that people are too stupid to hear the sounds
I say shut your mouth and let them hear them it now
Shut your mouth and let them hear them it now
Keep it shut and let them hear it now

[Outro]
(Ba-da-da-da)
I'm a problem, yes I am a problem
(Ba-da-da-da)
Rich people, go out and rob them
(Ba-da-da-da)
I'm a problem, yes I am a problem
(Ba-da-da-da)
Rich people, go out and rob them