VERSE 1:
BOB SAVAGE
- We're best dressed rappers, you're dead worst rappers
- I'll Fred West rappers if they're Fred Durst rappers
- Ain't guest verse rappers with barely good mixtapes
- QELD rap until the proletariat dictates
- Yo, it's no Death Cab For Cutie
- Just Q E L D running Death Camps For Bougies
- uh, and you best pass it to me
- If you're getting stoned off less than a zootie
- El Proletaro, George Romero
- Piff draws, score more than four Agueros
- Ain't Fab, we're more Solero
- You're ten a penny
- We're Bob and Jenre, not Ben and Jerry
- Dead and buried, No Gods or Masters
- Black Bloc rap squad, All Cops Are Bastards
- The have-nots slap scabs lots - fall off like plasters
- Hate the state, pawnshops and blackshirts
VERSE 2:
JENRE
- Coming to your village park, tearing down the bandstand
- QELD leaves crowds worn out like Superman's pants
- With more energy than nuclear power plants
- Q E L D is more than just a crap scrabble hand
- No Pasaran, call me El Capitan
- Ahead of the game but no I'm no Sepp Blatter man
- Hanham man! Anarchist without a plan
- Less popular than Taliban in caravans
- No cash advance, no chasing cheques
- Q E L D ain't big enough to fake it yet
- Or be hated yet
- we're just two heads
- That nobody really listens to like a tape cassette
- Start placing bets cos we're the winners here
- Soon as we taste success then we can disappear
- not from the city here
- My mouth's a pistol shooting clips full of Bristol in your ear
VERSE 3:
BOB SAVAGE/JENRE
- Most vocal critics, both total cynics
- No social misfits, so socialistic
- Kick in your door, this is no social visit
- Dragged kicking and screaming like emo vocalist kids
- We can go so ballistic, or we can go turtle pace
- We can go circulate pamphlets with circled-A's
- Blaze purple haze, get your workmates to play it
- Insurrectionary rap, Sergei Nechayev
- ...but no wackass cunts
- So don't try this at home like Jackass stunts
- Now pass that blunt to shop steward Bobby Sobotka
- Molotov topped off with a bottle of vodka
- Now whose beats popping off? It's gotta be Jenre
- We can go off on a wander
- Or we can go like chronic absconders
- We can go for your politicians, bosses and mobsters
- Kush Zombies plotting to demolish you monsters
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