God Save The King
Kurt Holes · Oi! You got a loicense for that? · 2024-06-13
The albumOi! You got a loicense for that?18 tracks · 2024
Lyrics
Yeah, Crown jewels on lockdown, sipping Earl Grey Tea so proper, finesse with the sway London Bridge steady, never gon' sway In Big Ben's shadow, where the royals play Camden markets, heavyweight flows Thames got secrets, only London knows Buckingham to Brixton, my style just glows Spitting it raw, from my head to toes God save the king, rhyme reign supreme Monarch on the beat, living the dream Union Jack flag, wave in the gleam Knighted by wordplay, keep it pristine Union Jack backdrop, speak with the accent Slang out the manor, past and the present Oxford debates, brain sharper than crescent Streets of Soho, every scene so fluorescent Royal highness, in the mic with finesse Queens and princes, ain't nobody stress From the palace gates to alleys so mess Rap royalty, I must confess Fish and chips, spit rhymes with the crisp Beefeaters salute while the tourists click My flow, Shakespeare's sonnets on a sick twist More Brit than the pound, never counterfeit Camden markets, heavyweight flows Thames got secrets, only London knows Buckingham to Brixton, my style just glows Spitting it raw, from my head to toes God save the king, rhyme reign supreme Monarch on the beat, living the dream Union Jack flag, wave in the gleam Knighted by wordplay, keep it pristine Union Jack backdrop, speak with the accent Slang out the manor, past and the present Oxford debates, brain sharper than crescent Streets of Soho, every scene so fluorescent Royal highness, in the mic with finesse Queens and princes, ain't nobody stress From the palace gates to alleys so mess Rap royalty, I must confess Fish and chips, spit rhymes with the crisp Beefeaters salute while the tourists click My flow, Shakespeare's sonnets on a sick twist More Brit than the pound, never counterfeit In the mic with finesse Queens and princes, ain't nobody stress From the palace gates to alleys so mess Rap royalty, rap royalty, I must confess Fish and chips, spit rhymes with the crisp Beefeaters salute while the tourists click My flow, Shakespeare's sonnets on a sick twist More Brit than the pound, never counterfeit Yeah, more Brit and never counterfeit Whoaaa Brit than the pound, never counterfeit