Hip Hop Gajengi
Got Change for a Paradigm?

Artist: Giyo
Title: Swing Loaded
Lyrics: Mysticalinguist

Yo - Broken Britain, what a nation that we live in,
The racist generation's more tenacious than our pigeons.
Where parliament bickers, in rampant indecision,
And number ten is really just a pompous competition.

Policies thicker than the make-up on our women,
Addicts in a prison while the bankers make a killing.
Cooking up a crackpipe, in Hell's Kitchen,
An echo in a chamber for a Christian fiction.

It's a bigoted addiction,
Apathy pervading, stifling ambition,
You're conditioned by your television, abolishing volition,
Commissioned by the Man to suppress your opinions.

The Divided Kingdom, a beacon of individualism,
And all I see is one great big schism,
Misdirected fear and a prison of division.
Sit and listen.

I got beats so fresh like ya mam's linen.
Okay, let's go:

I love this country, don't get me wrong,
But I often feel that I don't belong here,
Bow to a cuppa tea, worship a strong beer,
Sorry, excuse me, I'm trying to sing a song here.

Seems like living is a paycheque premium,
And I know that it just ain't right -
Tell me, why do they call it Virgin media,
When it goes down on me every night.

Christmas time I'm off to Manchester,
Spent all my pennies on First Great Western,
Hundred and twenty quid this December month,
Nobody bothered to check my ticket once.

It's a bad joke, but too true,
I paid 50p for a poo in the station,
Travelling through this glorious nation,
Dude, my railcard wasn't renewed.

I saw a yout dem outside Lidl,
Told me to go inside, get him a bottle of Bell's original,
I thought: "You're having a giggle" - But I tried to keep it civil,
And yet he threatened to put me in a hospital.

I received a coalescence of spittle,
So I thought maybe I should call an official,
Will it be beneficial to get Officer Dibble down and make a fuss?
For this little cunt with a bigger mug than Sports Direct does.

Maybe that was a bit vicious, but he was a cock,
Trying to mess with me, when I just wanna shop.
Like daylight savings, to an analogue clock,
He was acting like the new quid on the block.

Too many rudeboys, not enough kindness,
Cease and desist all your hatred and violence.
Nightlife buzzing and a-here come the sirens,
We won't be silenced.

Systemic defiance,
Cultivating perspective unbiased,
Force feeding the truth to the liars,
Bringing a bit of spirit with my lyrics,
To the fundamental limits of your science.

Down with the tyrants,
Gonna go and join a Rebel Alliance,
Delivering the stars for the innocent, ground to the pious.
Weed to your highness, stoned with Goliath.

So many old bones without a home, cold,
Sleeping on the hard stone, and so alone,
Curled up, frozen by the traffic cones
But we pass by glued to our phones,

In our clusterfucked up economy,
We got a government that doesn't represent the majority.
Call it a democracy? Hypocrisy, honestly;
At best, weak and wobbly, a wannabe monopoly.

Mrs. May,
Can I get a remedy to this dismay?
Can I get a little bit of change today?
Can I get a JC, please make way, please make way.

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?

Saying fuck the young, and fuck the disabled,
Fucked every way like you're forced to do anal.
Bringing all the cards to a one-legged table.
Is it Strong, is it Stable?