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letra de the ramblers - qeld

[verse 1: jenre]
cl-ss war keep the peace at bay
qeld “we ain’t the least afraid”
you got rights but theresa-may take ’em each away
have the whole cl-ss lead the way
we stroll past police today
in the future cold smash teeth away
many proles can’t eat today
yet we gotta claim peace
marching a to b up on the same streets
man, it’s way deep, they find a way of charging me
sell us revolution back in f-cking che guevara tees
i don’t need no idols – that ain’t a part of me
no need to look up – all around me there are stars to see
discord before the harmony, and it’s alarming me
how far the world been torn apart from me
raid the armory, straight shots cops dead
sherlock holmes with a blakelock chopped head
show them what’s red
there ain’t no gods left
taking your roses and eating your posh bread

[hook: lotte bagpipe, bob savage & jenre]
we ramble away now
better wrap me a j now
“¡no pasarán!” like we’re gandalf the grey now
gotta keep fascists at bay now

[verse 2: bob savage]
ignoring your raps like louise mensch said it
now you’re left out in the cold, like old mensheviks
them dreaded bourgeois forced into more reforms
but that’s their working cl-ss chloroform
…no time to occupy wall street
i’d rather alexandria kollontai wall street
peasant revolutionary, sergei semenov
wet blanket rappers still tryna clean the semen off
… my flow blows up a load of cops
most you toffs know that you’ll go like the romanovs
oh my god
i decree “f-ck buckingham palace”
ied stuck under the carriage
ducking the damage, and stabbing the tyrants
f-cking ’em savage, with jacobin violence
no double-0 7 though, i haven’t the license
state apparatus under stalinist guidance

[hook]

[verse 3: jenre & bob savage]
enter a nation, of gentrification
we can’t afford to live in our present location
rich kids treat this like a pleasant vacation
but one of these days, these peasants’ll chase ’em
your bars just aren’t strong, but we flow nang and gruesome
then start to harp on, like we’re joanna newsom
irritating voice, the accent’s bristolian
living in a country that’s acting dystopian
… britannia rule the waves
raped the natives and traded slaves
now they question anarchist ways to behave?
put your bracelets away and racial hatred at bay, mate
acab, take it away
kush zombies rise on the 28th day
we don’t give a f-ck what you many fakes say
ip man style, make plenty men flay
rate ak press
hate late pay cheques
kush zombie appetite, crave brains and flesh
slay vampiric parasites, stake they chest
d-mn sick of thatcherites, break they necks
demanding a fatter slice
stabbed with a dagger like
that’s what these rapper types may face next
but we stand with the m-sses like
chanting for palestine
stamping the fascist-right spray paint red
then we ate they flesh, while the pricks still squabblin’
kush zombies starve while the rich still goblin
fed like a gremlin
the feds are all trembling, remembering
qeld see red like the kremlin
…and they’ll see dead men avenging
the welfare for ending
the wealth they’re depending
so while you’re defending the rich pricks’ gambling
the workers shirk on a quick trip rambling!

- qeld

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