When Gordogangsta was asked in parliament about his thoughts on terrorism, security, freedom, citizens rights and a written constitution, his band started their signature slow groove, Gordo leapt onto the crossbenches and delivered one of his finest performances to date.Immediately cut to disk, this classic recording will be released Friday of next week. In the mean time, here are the lyrics, before they're copyrighted:
Hey, commentators say I'm more honest than Tone
You gotta be high, man, cause that I ain't shown
I'm callin' a ‘culture war’ to defeat terrorism
Stringent security go ter fri-g-n prison
Winning ‘hearts and minds’ of young Muslims - some joke
We got some badass laws to invoke
Western values worth arguing the toss
We're undermining 'em, jack and that's just your loss
It's by the power of argument, debate
And dialogue we conceal the truth of yer fate
A global battle for yer heart and yer mind
Or so we tell yer, yer the cretinous kind
[All the wimmin' 'ere sing the chorus to Sting's tune]
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every step you take
Every bond I break
Every single day
Every word you say
Recorded every way
We're gonna get ya, yey!
[Back to the rappin', mthrf----s]
No longer the ‘old methods of censorship’ Jack
With the Anti-Terrorism Bill it's a knife in yer back
That'll mean discussion through media and arts
Through culture, literature and sittin round bars
Yo ain't that funny cause I'm Gordo the Louse
Everfink's debated by MPs in the House
Back to the old values - that's where we're goin
Hangins on Tyburn 'n drawn gizzards showin'
Treasury's become a ‘department of security’
Like it shouldda, yo, torture, impurity
I‘ve found myself deeply immersed in these measures
Designed to cut off the terrorists' pleasures
[Wimmin', where's the fr---in chorus?]
Yo all departments from transport to economy
Energy, immigration to soshal suckurity
We used to think security was a Home Office order
Yeah well now every ministry's a fri-g-n' informer
We're protectin' the nation from terrorists, Jack
And bringin' back the old values so get off me back
Security officials keep one eye on the floor
And report on the sheep who come in through that door
You fink it was bad the way Tone was down hittin
Yeah - now watch the militarization of
Suspicion'll be sewn into British life, son
'N state officials don't like it - go to Room 101
[Wimmin', do yer stuff; I need a quick toke]
Yo, for dodgy identities and now that means all of yer
Clampdowns on liberty we'll get a fair haul of yer
Let us be clear: we face enemies that hate
We pushed 'em to do this so there ain't no debate
Between justice and humanity, barbarism and evil
No one should be impartial or disengaged, yer weasel
But engaged, resolute and solid for justice
Remaking British society the fastest
Silence the terrorists their job is done now
People o' Brittin there ain't no more fun now
ID cards'll get yer; yer thought yer could hide
Welcome to Brittin youse f---ers inside
Yo, hit it, Jack!
Gordo leaps on the speaker's chair as the band goes beserk, kicks him in the head, tarzans onto the polished wood part of the table, break dancin' and scattering tomes. Wimmin' start the chorus again but the Men in Black drag 'em away for a good rape and pillage - the old values - return to the old values, you unnerstan.
Brilliant! You have cheered my evening, Lord-whatever.
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