Piracy Funds Terrorism, Vol. 1

You can watch TV and watch the media
President Bush doing takeover
Kate Moss in ads for mascara
All my youth the young offender
The bill payers, the drug dealers
Girls who are magazine covers
The part-time jobbers at the call center
No career plans cause you won't go far
Put away change for Ibiza and
Check your credit on your new Nokia

You can be a follower but who's your leader?
Break the cycle or it will kill ya
Break the cycle or it will kill ya
You leader, you lead, uh, do what you do
What really good's gonna happen to you?
What really good's gonna happen to you?

Your prime minister to your employer
Ego lovers need more power
Trendsetters make things better
Don't sell out to be product pushers
The gyro casher and baby makers
Try something new cause it ain't over
All poor people from all over
Lottery's got a rollover

You can be a follower but who's your leader?
Break the cycle or it will kill ya
Break the cycle or it will kill ya

Cherokee Indian, Iraqi and Indians
Girls and me girls when they come to the fellas and
Japanese, Moroccan, Caribbean, African
That's your life but who the fuck's your president?
You don't get my life cause I don't have a side and I
Spread dat boy 'I'm a mile wide and I
Got brown skin, I'm a west Londoner
Educated, but a refugee, still.
You wanna boy, you're old, you go
You wanna fight, you suck, you blow

London calling
Speak the slang now
Boys say wha'
Come on girls say what, say wha'

London calling
Speak the slang now
Boys say wha
Come on girls say what, say wha'

Slam, galang galang galang
Shotgun, get down
Get down, get down, get down
Too late, you down
D-d-d-down
Ta na ta na ta na

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

Who the hell is hounding you in the B-M-W
How the hell he find you, 147'd you
The feds gon get you
Pull the strings on the hood
1 paranoid youth blazin' through the hood

Who the hell is hounding you in the B-M-W
How the hell he find you, 147'd you
The feds gon get you
Pull the strings on the hood
1 paranoid youth blazin' through the hood

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

London calling
Speak the slang now
Boys say wha
Come on girls say what, say wha'

London calling
Speak the slang now
Boys say wha
Come on girls say what, say wha'

They say
Rivers gonna run though
Work is gonna save you
Pray and you will pull through
Suck a dick'll help you
Don't let em get to you
If he's got 1 you get 2
Backstab your crew
Sell it I could sell you

They say
Rivers gonna run though
Work is gonna save you
Pray and you will pull through
Suck a dick'll help you
Don't let em get to you
If he's got 1 you get 2
Backstab your crew
Sell it I could sell you

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

Blaze a blaze (galang a lang a lang lang)
Purple haze (galang a lang a lang lang)

Growing up, brewing up
Guerilla getting trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop

Growing up, brewing up
Guerilla getting trained up
Look out Look out
From over the rooftop

Competition coming up now
Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop!

Competition coming up now
Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop!

Row the boat - straight to the ocean
Give em a run, a run at his own game
Signal the plane and I landed on the runway
A survivor, independent foreigner
First your beats had me running to the running man
Then your chat had me want to do the bogle man
Click suits and booted in the timberland
Freaking out to missy on a timberland

Growing up, brewing up
Guerilla getting trained up
Look out! Look out!
From over the rooftop

Growing up, brewing up
Guerilla getting trained up
Look out! Look out!
From over the rooftop

Competition coming up now
Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop!

Competition coming up now
Load up. Aim. Fire! Fire! Pop!

You should have been good to me
Then I wouldn't get so rowdy, rowdy
You should have kept ya eye on me
Then I wouldn't get so baddy, baddy

Whether you are,
Swinging out to swing beat
Laying low and jacking up to Lou Reed
Chasing out to Pixies and the Beasties
Doing accede with hair-colored geek freaks
F-F-W-D onto the '04
Got my own flow get you to the dance floor
Little mama doing the booty rolls
Crump clowns got me rooting for the Linos.