Dog-Tribe
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The BNP's got your card mark, you bastards
We're gonna burn your building down, you fuckheads
C18's watching you, you communist, nigga loving, Paki cunts
Fucking dickheads, we're gonna hang you for burning the British flag
You'll hang from every fucking flagpole in
Britain for burning the Union Jack, you bastards
What's the thing that makes a black man insane?
Deranged, you wanna give a man pain
Practicalities, immoralities
Immoralities of what you call a racist dream
Skinheaded warrior, fighting for the country
Killing black children and burning Bengalis
Enough is enough
Our people think I've gone and lost my mind
'Cause I'm not afraid to die, G
The dog tribe, switch the skin and put them in a pound
Retaliate, you'll be six feet underground
Pushing up daisies
'Cause the devil sent you to take me but you can't face me
You see I grips mics, wrecks mics
Condition my mind to finally come to terms anyway
Wake up, wake up, 'cause I'm on a self-defense vibe
Never down, always up, bust down with the tribe
People wonder why I'm positioned by the window
Ammunition close to the handle
Looking like the man Brother Malcolm
If I can't reason, time for some action
You must hear me though, even though they don't know
Don't ask for violence, just self-defense
I'm on a romper, stomper agenda
Vice versa, I'm the brown one
My brother Nubian, huh
Following the days of the ways of the nasi
Listen, can I bin haram jada?
There comes a time when enough is enough
Afro-Caribbean, Asians, together it's tough
Our defense is on attack
Minds are made up, bodies are fighting back
Self-defense is no offense, I'm ready
Ready for a collision with the opposition
It won't be a suicide mission
And one thing about me, I'm not afraid to die, G
And after me, there'll always be another brother