Roots Manuva - Hard Bastards lyrics
[Roots Manuva - Hard Bastards lyrics]
The pain is in the planning
From the man on the mission
Position of the glories got from a basic
Sense of overcoming all the hurt
And all the setbacks
Dirty little sweat backs things
On the neck backs
Of them not knowing how stupid it will get
A whisper in the street ain’t never a secret
Nothing is for keeps when you’re
Trying or you’re lying
Through the second and third
Hand strands of illusions
Fed to the honest hard-working types
Who’s there willing to take that
Chance on the mic
To write a little bar and show some regard
For the ordinary hero, here and everywhere
Busy till we drop debt
Machine has truly got them
The price ain’t always measured in the money
Everybody, anybody, wanna be somebody
And we all truly are as long
As we see through the lies
See through the lights and
Realise the might That
Just might appear from the
Most unlikely places
Hidden in the sacred space
Between the thought
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It’s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory, of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little Ps, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you inside of the eye of time
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you
To the inside of the eye of time
The eye of time
Things are getting bleak
We ain’t seen the worst
Kids are having kids
Kids that will never work
Granddad never worked, daddy never worked now
Three generation don’t give a shit about work
They all got aspirations but
Nothing they suppose to
The tv and the magazine it
Keeps it kinda hopeful
That one day, in some way
They’ll get a lucky break in the meantime
That plant food provides a cheap escape
The government don’t trust them and keeps
Them all in place With
Cheap food and cheap booze that
Keeps them out of shape the underclass
The lowly class with no damn togetherness
The union that sold them out
And sold them togetherness
Will look the other way
As the first becomes the third world
There’s one world not three worlds
Nothing free in the free market
Legitimate targets sitting suffocating
For the
Classless society and the endless enslavement
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It’s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory, of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little Ps, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you inside of the eye of time
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you
To the inside of the eye of time
The eye of time
From the man on the mission
Position of the glories got from a basic
Sense of overcoming all the hurt
And all the setbacks
Dirty little sweat backs things
On the neck backs
Of them not knowing how stupid it will get
A whisper in the street ain’t never a secret
Nothing is for keeps when you’re
Trying or you’re lying
Through the second and third
Hand strands of illusions
Fed to the honest hard-working types
Who’s there willing to take that
Chance on the mic
To write a little bar and show some regard
For the ordinary hero, here and everywhere
Busy till we drop debt
Machine has truly got them
The price ain’t always measured in the money
Everybody, anybody, wanna be somebody
And we all truly are as long
As we see through the lies
See through the lights and
Realise the might That
Just might appear from the
Most unlikely places
Hidden in the sacred space
Between the thought
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It’s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory, of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little Ps, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you inside of the eye of time
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you
To the inside of the eye of time
The eye of time
Things are getting bleak
We ain’t seen the worst
Kids are having kids
Kids that will never work
Granddad never worked, daddy never worked now
Three generation don’t give a shit about work
They all got aspirations but
Nothing they suppose to
The tv and the magazine it
Keeps it kinda hopeful
That one day, in some way
They’ll get a lucky break in the meantime
That plant food provides a cheap escape
The government don’t trust them and keeps
Them all in place With
Cheap food and cheap booze that
Keeps them out of shape the underclass
The lowly class with no damn togetherness
The union that sold them out
And sold them togetherness
Will look the other way
As the first becomes the third world
There’s one world not three worlds
Nothing free in the free market
Legitimate targets sitting suffocating
For the
Classless society and the endless enslavement
Hard bars from the hard arse bastards
It’s not me but I know a few bastards
And most broke cunts are all true bastards
And most rich cunts are even more bastards
Basking in the glory, of getting to the life
Life in the fast lane might seem nice
Got a little Ps, got a little rice
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You cross your heart and hope to stay alive
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you inside of the eye of time
You may not know
When you arrive on that road
That will take you
To the inside of the eye of time
The eye of time