Braintax - The Grip lyrics
[Braintax - The Grip lyrics]
"It ought to be inconceivable that
In this modern era
And in the face of experience
Any nation could be so foolish and
Ruthless as to run the risk
Of plunging the whole world into
War by invading and violating
In contravention of solemn treaties
The territory of other nations that have
Done them no real harm"
From the furthest point East
To the wildest West
Powers travelled round the planet
On a bloody conquest
European kings and priests with omnipotence
Soldiers freakin out in foreign
Lands killing citizens
And worse still spreading germs and plagues
Now is so much a result of those bad old days
From the town hall
To inner-city architecture
From the money in Surrey to
Sweatshops up in Leicester
Casino alcoholics in the Mid West
Junkies in Brazil feel the
Effects of mass death
The urge to learn killed by a
Greed for piles of gold
And churches justifying lives being sold
Though the culprit's change
Control rarely shifts
Only China comes close to
Even fucking with this
This world we call Earth and
The system I diss a lifestyle full of work
Where we barely exist
Look at Chile now - decimated
Native populations held down
The rich, white powers holding on
With British backing like
Malaysia's arms buying
The same gang's running the show
And I'm trying to see through this
And not become a lone hitman
Out to kill that bitch Maggie
Thatcher with a sick plan sick bitch
Supporting Pinochet in extradition on telly
She put my brain into a strange position
So can you come to terms with devilish ways?
Or do you try to escape
Run away or start to pray?
I try to think about the positive things
One Love, no queen, one god, no king
"The Grip"
I wish I had the will to fight back
Be at the World Trade Centre
All dressed in black me and an angry pack
Instead I just rap and give back
And see a rich life and think
'I still want to live that'
It's so subtle how they muddle us
Now life is so complex we let
The small things trouble us
And revolution? Forget that for the one fact
We don't have the arms to even try to compete
It's even easier to keep your
Head down and stay asleep
And while you're lying there counting see
Your face in them sheep
And that's deep but not as
Deep as losing a child
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle
Butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in messed-up religion half
Baked with belief
So I won't stop rapping 'til you get my drift
That we're held in the
Grip getting sorely dissed
Capitalists are we, we pretend we're not
Buying better trainers each year
Connecting dots
We go from first job to next job
To mortgage to kids
Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in' to live
Me I'm striving to give but
I'll hustle like mad
Just to get ahead in life
I need money so bad, yeah I'm pissed now
So do you get my gist now? If hell existed
Half the world's already in the lift down
In the grip!
"The Grip"
In this modern era
And in the face of experience
Any nation could be so foolish and
Ruthless as to run the risk
Of plunging the whole world into
War by invading and violating
In contravention of solemn treaties
The territory of other nations that have
Done them no real harm"
From the furthest point East
To the wildest West
Powers travelled round the planet
On a bloody conquest
European kings and priests with omnipotence
Soldiers freakin out in foreign
Lands killing citizens
And worse still spreading germs and plagues
Now is so much a result of those bad old days
From the town hall
To inner-city architecture
From the money in Surrey to
Sweatshops up in Leicester
Casino alcoholics in the Mid West
Junkies in Brazil feel the
Effects of mass death
The urge to learn killed by a
Greed for piles of gold
And churches justifying lives being sold
Though the culprit's change
Control rarely shifts
Only China comes close to
Even fucking with this
This world we call Earth and
The system I diss a lifestyle full of work
Where we barely exist
Look at Chile now - decimated
Native populations held down
The rich, white powers holding on
With British backing like
Malaysia's arms buying
The same gang's running the show
And I'm trying to see through this
And not become a lone hitman
Out to kill that bitch Maggie
Thatcher with a sick plan sick bitch
Supporting Pinochet in extradition on telly
She put my brain into a strange position
So can you come to terms with devilish ways?
Or do you try to escape
Run away or start to pray?
I try to think about the positive things
One Love, no queen, one god, no king
"The Grip"
I wish I had the will to fight back
Be at the World Trade Centre
All dressed in black me and an angry pack
Instead I just rap and give back
And see a rich life and think
'I still want to live that'
It's so subtle how they muddle us
Now life is so complex we let
The small things trouble us
And revolution? Forget that for the one fact
We don't have the arms to even try to compete
It's even easier to keep your
Head down and stay asleep
And while you're lying there counting see
Your face in them sheep
And that's deep but not as
Deep as losing a child
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle
Butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in messed-up religion half
Baked with belief
So I won't stop rapping 'til you get my drift
That we're held in the
Grip getting sorely dissed
Capitalists are we, we pretend we're not
Buying better trainers each year
Connecting dots
We go from first job to next job
To mortgage to kids
Make it harder to be happy 9-to-5in' to live
Me I'm striving to give but
I'll hustle like mad
Just to get ahead in life
I need money so bad, yeah I'm pissed now
So do you get my gist now? If hell existed
Half the world's already in the lift down
In the grip!
"The Grip"