The British Are Coming

Written By Mr ShaoDow

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The British are coming, they’re coming British are coming, Oi,
The British are coming, they’re coming British are coming, Oi,
The British are coming, they’re coming British are coming, Oi,
The British are coming, they’re coming British are coming, Oi.

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VERSE ONE

I come from the land of kings and castles,
Jolly old England in the past rules,
If you ask you’ll, find our star falls,
We lost it all like Royal Mail with parcels.
Now rapping is my passion but fashion won’t let it happen,
British rap is automatically wacker and it’s a fact,
We lack the support we need for our tracks,
UK don’t care so we’ll build it off our own backs,
And we get no breaks,
Working harder than rappers from the USA,
Is that gonna change? Only getting little recognition?
Listen cos Britain is gonna be switching its position,
Pull the mic out the stone like Excalibur,
American artists think that we’re amateurs,
They believe we’ll never reach their calibre.
It’s the British Revolution blud, Let’s Be ‘Aving Ya!
…Shhh, quiet so you can’t hear,
Side track kidnap Paul Revere,
Then it’s too late, and we’re too near,
It’s an invasion now Britain’s here!

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VERSE TWO

I come from the land of Fish and Chips,
I got flows ShaoDow hold mics in my grip,
I know we’re opposed, keep a stiff upper lip,
If we fight for a fix then the game’s gonna flip,
Ninety nine percent of rappers living in a fog,
We’re Uncle Sam’s well trained British Bull dog,
Whenever will we sever this tether, we’ll never flog,
Our own mixtapes if we keep following the states,
‘Cos we’re not unique,
We dress like ‘em, walk like ‘em, talk like ‘em speak,
On the track with an accent, just to get signed,
But left on the shelf ‘cos nobody’s buying,
British rap’s in a coma,
It threw itself over the white cliffs of Dover,
You could rap hotter than a Super Nova,
Unless you’re American they don’t wanna know ya,
Bring rap back, that’s the aim,
Lack of interest in our art, that’s to blame
Over shadowed by another land, that’s a shame,
But the British are coming we Union Jack the game.

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VERSE THREE

Lie back, and think of England,
We’ve been held down now it’s time the kings stand,
Big Ben rings will you take the call?
We stand tall like the mics of the round table,
It’s a shame how the game wanna tame our rhymes,
They claim the UK’s reign is in pain and dying, they’re lying,
We the biggest gangsters of all time,
The British Empire robbed the whole world blind,
Took the tea out of India, the gold out of Ghana,
Made killers, gave the guerrillas all their bananas.
Grab your armour it’s time for war,
Make sure that you know what you’re fighting for,
We fight for our words to be heard in our own land,
Fight cos we blurred and obscured by the pop band,
Make a plan and create your brand,
If you’re British to the finish time to make a stand, and,
Hear my words, make sure you’re learning,
We hunger for the top feel he stomach churning,
My team don’t stop by the pound we’re sterling,
We’re turning up the heat Guv’, London’s Burning.

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*POINT OF INTEREST*

Despite what most believe, this song is not aimed directly as an attack at the USA

Paul Revere was credited as being the one to warn the Americans of the incoming British (or Redcoat) invasion by riding into town shouting “The British Are Coming, The British Are Coming”. However in truth he never actually said that. (I know this because I own a time machine).