Clones Songtext
von Akira the Don

- Yes!
This is yet another rapper
Yapping over other people′s tracks as if it matters
Living in a glass house
Wonder why it gets shattered
Chat that crap and you wonder why you get battered
This is why you can't tack a ticker to this tale
I′ll bust this diss, get pissed like Withnail
And I can't stand to see this
Heinous
Monument to the penis


Get real its 2000
Twenty Five
I'm ah ah ah ah staying alive
Still living in my glass bubble
Hubble and rubble do not trouble me
Living life -
Jubbly
Del boys, DVDs and magazines, celebrities and amnesty, and honesty
The monarchy, the "rap morrissey", the crap oddity
Poverty, pissed off
Belmarsh, Guantanamo, Penelope Pitstop

I′m all alone, so are we all
I′m all alone, so are we all


Oi, it's Bashy
Oi, Akira
Now what kind of world are we living in?
Cos we′re all clones - we're just listening and giving in
No say - they steal our money via tax even on low pay
We can′t live properly
House prices high so we gotta rent government property
Twisted priorities
For a fucked up govenmnet who's got a problem with honesty
More like Monopoly
Where who′s got the most money
Has got the authority
Overpriveleged minority
Acting on behalf of the deprived majority
Living in hypocrisy
Where the British government is just an extended monarchy
Honestly
Its like there's no way out but there's gotta be
Just gotta find who′s got a key

I′m all alone, so are we all
We're all clones
All are one, one are all
All are one, one are all

Who shot HST?
Same cunts who shot Kennedy
There′s only one remedy
There's your enemy
Click clack blam
Tenner says your enemy′s a man
Doctor Kelly knew it
Lennon knew it
Reagan knew it
Nearly blew it
Like they did the world trade
Ooh it
Makes one want to move to Clwyd
Anghovio!
We like fuck it lets get pissed
Nofio, park bench, graveyard, guest list
I then developed a cyst the size of a fist
It helps to prove that I exist
From - Caerphilly any villy in fact to fast track
Mastricht tax on rats to cashback
Silly billy rilly though you owe 'em a grand son
Best flex them pecks and pretend you′re handsome

I'm all alone, so are we all
(Creationsits and Satanists in awe of the Skygod
We're not Great Apes we′re just monkeys with iPods)
We′re all clones
All are one, one are all
All are one, one are all