China Shop Taurus

The sun sets over cityscape silhouettes Bright lights flicker cigarette smoke pirouettes It's the addictive kiss of death in effect I'm a little stressed spittin' liquor breath introspect Hot like triple X, getting lost in the mixing decks Sweat glistens like glitter balls reflect Recollect on the dreamscape Escape the freebase infested Police state Teenage protesters riot in the heat wave Fire in the streets place bets on the sweepstake Check how the greed shapes their mind sets The beast clockin' like Timex flexing their biceps There's nothing out here for us Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness I'm like a china shop Taurus I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus BNP berserkers bent on murders Teens tagging for a sense of purpose Streets is tense and nervous So bait is bound to tempt the serpent's Appetite, parasite paradise Po-lice patronise, lappin' up a pack of lies Macho guys turn hermaphrodite by candlelight Still they wanna scandalise mine cos' I spit rhyme I'm tryin' to scrape the paper and escape quick time Get yours, utilise your get out clause Outlaws on course for the great outdoors I'm way out like Cheech Wizard Keeping warm in the winter blizzard Banging my head like Lynard Skynard I'm having nightmares I'm naked in my ground floor flat Gripping a baseball bat With the back door open to night-time predators Crack-heads highlight heaven gone wrong Watching back street revellers Revelation of the Devil's messed up messengers Sin is effortless, yet affecting us In fact infecting us with disease Beast inspecting expecting us to mess up, muck up Leave you bruck up, you'll get beaten the fuck up And cuffed some even got snuffed Others live on to puff another bag and brag How they're mad tough, man I've had enough There's nothing out here for none of us There's nothing out here for us Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness I'm like a china shop Taurus I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus Post-modernist, pre-apocalypse Living in this rotten metropolis Existing with broken hopes hearts and promises Park bench politics, soap-box soap bar Smokers acknowledge this novelist The broke pocket economist on a mission Fists clenched for the opposition Sitting tight like Taliban in Tora Bora The last stand now we're living land of the lost And the age of Sodom and Gomorra Divide and conquer your block by the border Locked by the law and order The war reporter walks streets As the cycle of suicidal thoughts repeats In the minds of the poor and meek A meat market of morbid freaks Freebase heads speak to inform the beats The bleak picture, the cycle of war and peace is crazy vulgar Sick as the kids that killed Damilola Taylor and Jamie Bulger My heart broken open and beating slower The cold blooded grow even colder In a globe so rotten like teeth in Cola No hope of mending, a culture of violent endings pending Our pens become government scapegoats But no guns bust at my stage shows (So yo it's like...) There's nothing out here for us Negative forces force us to live lawless and spit rawness I'm like a china shop Taurus I talk of torment and pen chorus after chorus After chorus After chorus