Brixton Briefcase

[Verse 1] I have my Brixton briefcase, from across the pond London's burning, but the beat the goes on Feel my power, the electric life Real rudeboys, own the town tonight And we don't need no fighting All these beautiful birds around The liquor touch like lightning As soon as the sun goes down [Chorus 1] Turn it on Oh, turn it on Turn it on Oh, turn it on [Verse 2] I got a Brixton briefcase, Ministry of Sound The walls between us, it'll tear them down It's a Brixton briefcase, is that such a sin? Blokes get spat on, they get a Chelsea grin Whoa, do you dance to the chorus? Smile and sing along Shake your arse for me, mamma They're playing your favourite song [Chorus 1] [Verse 3] Worn off records, nothing soft Turn it up louder, tell Old Bill "fuck off" To all my family, and all my friends Have to ride that train, on their way to the ends Oh, aren't you a nosy little neighbour? Pretending to be posh Burning the music won't save us Only a wine-coloured citric wash [Chorus 2] Get on Get it on, get on Get it on Turn it on [Outro] I got a Brixton briefcase Feel my power I got a Brixton briefcase Feel my power