Nayra J - Great Britain Lyrics

This Country in a bad vibe
True say these are mad times
Thought you rappers outside
Truth is rap lies
Tired of you rap guys
Using Asian culture in your rap lines
But still can't say
Free Palestine
I was just 9
When I first got called Paki
Door to door sales
White woman looked at me
I don't buy from none whites
I don't like you brown guys
Black, yellow, or whatever
Ship 'em back to their sides
Racism still alive
Martin Luther's dreams died
Can't believe my own eyes
They still conquer and divide
Let me give you a history lesson to the EDL, ay
You the ones that went to every country, made hell, ay
Maybe this karma for the shit you did to Africa
Maybe this karma for the shit you did to India
I'm so sick and tired hearing complaints
'Bout the immigrants
When without the immigrants
This country wouldn't be shit
Complaining about no jobs
Would you scrub the toilet?
I did anything, everything for
Employment
But you guys ain't the same
Really think we're all the same
Really think we need a change
There won't be, as hate remains
Call me terrorist one more time
I'ma live up to the name
Blow it up like World Trade
Keir Starmer, what he say?
MI6 and CIA
Love to see it, it's a play
You a pawn inside a game
Get this through your f*cking brain
Brown, black, white
We the human race, ay, ay
Don't know why we fighting
When we all the same, ay, ay
Propaganda and agendas
Yeah you ate, ay ay
Martin Luther
Turning in his f*cking grave, ay, ay
Generation full of rage
Since the 60s it's the same
But I think we need more love
If we really wanna change
Bangladesh free
Shit I like to see
Western world a nightmare
What's a British dream?
I don't see no changes
2Pac said in '93
All I see is racists
Media and the TV
Label them
Protests
Hold up, it gets
Grotesque
If they were some brown folk
They would be like, "Send 'em home"
They would be like, "Send 'em home"
They would be like, "Send 'em home"
Alright,
I get the message
Yeah fam
We going home
But first
Can we take our food back?
No more Chinese
On a Saturday, man
But first
Can we take our jewels back?
Artifacts and all that
History that you jacked
Let's kick facts
This country
Was built
On other people's cultures
And still
Somehow
The immigrants are the vultures
The immigrants are the poachers
Karma just bit your ass
These white gals
Call us Paki
But they got Spray-on tans
I think these racists mad
Truthfully, I'd be the same
Every white gal
Want a black or brown man
Not their own race Ay
Nazi UK Ay
Rappers so afraid Ay
Mama raised me brave Ay
Had enough
Of this shit
I'm turning up,
I'm down to click
Next person call me Paki
Ima f*ck his white bitch
Next person call me Paki
He gonna have some brown kids
What we waiting
For bro?
I'm ready for the
Slime shit