Disruption Songtext
von Spit Syndicate

Verse 1
Now in my younger days as a pupil,
A bright-eyed menace to the faculty, without scruples,
Spent many a morning outside the office,
See I showed promised but my focus wandered,
In all sorts of strife I′d find myself,
Could gone far if I applied myself,
And kept my eyes on the front, eyes on the blackboard,
Leaning on my chair, throwing smart alec backtalk,
A lost cause, my mouth got me into some trouble,
But it also got me out of a lot more,
See I could play their game of high marks and top scores,
Or make a fine art of the skylark, and what's more.
I had more off days then I had on,
I was more concerned with what I had on, Stacked shitty report cards as my platform,
To get higher than if I had gone
So what they say?
Said if I put as much time as I did into sketching,
Into etching out a worthwhile direction,
Then I would learn my lessons and learn to not question,
Or fill my desk with tags before the test ends, tisk tisk
I′d be, outta there in 2 flat,
Tie my shoes and be back on my shhh like a library,
So I'ma tell you like my teacher told me,
Pay attention or you're gonna be F′d, now they′re finally saying A.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,
In all great ideas there lies disruption,
It's no time to tow the party line,
This is no time to tow the party line.


Verse 2
See everybody round me broke boundaries,
We get up ′cause we ain't down with the powers that be,
We fed up that everything ain′t always how it seems,
I ain't sporting every thought that′s handed down to me,
But yo, we ain't no fuck the 5-0 types,
Still I question them, like they know something that I don't,
Learn a lot from raising my right hand,
But learnt more from the writers,
And trying not to get jumped on the ride home, right on.
Quick question, if everybody′s too shit scared to test them,
How do we get the answers,
How do we take it all, if we ain′t taking the chances,
We don't break, we stay in our stance like break dancers,
And I stand for mine, that′s why I put it in my stanzas,
Like exiled dissidents ducking the propaganda,
Never leave nothing to chance, nah,
We flush your hush money, we're sick of being happy little campers,
This is something that my folks have given me,
That′s why I put the scent of dissent in my soliloquies,
That's why you won′t catch me high-fiving the dignitaries,
Gotta keep a close eye on the ministry
No matter the portrait they hang in the foyer,
You must watch your back like you're hanging with lawyers,
The weed smoke, the pangs of paranoia,
But keeping your mouth shut can destroy ya.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,
In all great ideas there lies disruption,
It's no time to tow the party line,
This is no time to tow the party line.

Verse 3
From the ghettoes of war-town Warsaw,
To portfolios of Warhol, screens of Miss Monroe,
Jimmy Hendrix, Sex Pistols, The Clash
Jamaica to a Bronx Basement and back,
Graffiti Taskforce, Year two thou,
Clean up the city acts, saw hardcore writers hit harder than before,
The rum rebellion, the BLF and more,
Any change brought forward from disruptive thought,
See at the heart of creativity lies
A disruptive disregard for the way that things are done,
The way that things look, the way that things sound,
The way that the world is run,
And it′s the same spark, same part of the mind
That hears music different, that colours outside of the lines,
That answers back, that overthrows governments,
And it′s inside each and every one of us.So we break from your regular viewing, We interrupting,
In all great ideas there lies disruption,
It's no time to tow the party line,
This is no time to tow the party line.