Chester P - Urban Jackanory lyrics

Mr storyteller, yes, tell us a story, please


I am on the underground sitting
With a slim shot
Run up in the Queensway and rob
Off at the King’s Cross
Then escape to the Temple where
The heist gets stashed then I make a dash
Quick for the Knightsbridge
Cross the bridge then the military surface
So I make a break for the Piccadilly Circus
To see a girl they employ on the tightrope
In the slight hope she might
Know where to lie low
She sent me off to the Angel on a Blackhorse
Where the Mile Ends she led me to a trapdoor
And then she tapped more sonnet
In a skilled trend when it opened up she led
Me off into Willesden
Through the razor sharp think


It’s called bear cuts
Bumped into Sloane so me
And Sloane Squared up
But it was unfair because Sloane
Had the hammer ready
So I disappeared knowing that the Cannonburys
I escaped with my life shackled
Then I met the Black Friars who
Hid me in a White Chapel
Then they led me to a hideout in a Lime House
In a room for a week with the blinds down
Then I am back on these
Streets that never missed us
Linked Shadwell to take me
To his Seven Sisters
And to tell them I’ll be
Selling them a parcel
And not to bother offering
The Elephant and Castle
We done the deal in the park by the Royal Oak
As a Monument
We’re dealing with some loyal folk
They took my word for a case full of currency
Then I head south to
Purchase some Surrey Quays
But as I left police in their war paints
Jumped on me quick their
Sisters they’re all saints
They won’t snitch on me was my first thought
As I got sentenced to death
Up in Earl’s Court

A lot of rappers and their bars just bore me
Please mr storyteller tell us all a story
Please mr storyteller tell us all a story
Please mr storyteller tell us all a story
A lot of rappers and their bars just bore me

Please mr storyteller tell us all a story
Please mr storyteller tell us all a story
Please mr storyteller tell us all a tale

Ok, ok

King Luna escaped from Bermuda
Triangle shooters in the clouds
Made it viable
To carry out fire war hack by a bally scout
Droids with their lasers out stunned
By a phaser mouth
Smart bomb Jet pack stashed in the armstrong
Neutron shocks for the droids in the star com
Proton blades for the guards in the courtyard
Jet pack fail - that’s across
To the store cars
Luna made a run for the door to the war mast
Nerve gas blast put an end to their forecast
Outlaw spacecraft – violate the territories
Luna broke free to escape to his destiny
Sentinels got the alert and corresponded
Far too late - King Luna’s absconded
Cyclops cops and the top bounty hunters
Gathered in their numbers
Lurked in the thunder
And searched to the ends of the world
And couldn’t find him
Luna had escaped to an underwater island
Built like Atlantis uncharted waters
Lived with his people and
Raised two daughters
Planetary police never did stop searching
Media and journalists never stopped cursing
Five years passed and it all gets nervous
Coz Luna gets an itch to
Return to the surface
Sets off in a sub pod for the dry land
And as soon as he arrived he
Was stopped for an eye-scan
Battle breaks out King Luna lost gravity
Fatality he retreats in the anarchy
Death’s by his side as he runs to his family
Death of the king was the
First of their tragedies
Next thing they knew sub droids
Were on top of them
Luna never knew it but the
Droids must have followed him
Oh that’s a good story, that’s a
Wicked story, love that story
Thank you Mr Storyteller