(Mirrors.)

‘The BNP’s got your card marked you bastards, we’re gonna burn your building down you fuckheads. C‐18’s watching you, you communist, [insert slur here]‐loving, [insert slurs here].’

What’s the thing that makes a black man insane?
Deranged and wanna give a man pain?
Practicalities, similarities, immoralities of what you call a racist dream.

Skinheaded warrior fightin’ for the country, killin’ black children, burning Bengalis. Enough is enough.
Ah, people think I’ve gone and lost my mind ’cause I’m not afraid to die ‘ji’

The dog‐tribe seeks the skin and puts them in a pound, retaliate and you’ll be six feet underground, pushin’ up daisies, ’cause the devil sent you to tame me but you can’t face me.

You see I grips mikes, wrex mikes, condition my mind to finally come to terms,
Anyway wake up, wake up ’c—c—cos I’m on a self‐defence vibe, never up but always down with the tribe.

People wonder why I’m positioned by the window
Ammunition close with the hand though, looking like the man brother Malcolm
If I can’t reason, time for some action.
You must hear me though, even though they don’t know, don’t ask for violence, just self‐defence.

I’m on a Romper Stomper agenda vice versa,
I’m the brown one, my brother Nubian,
Followin’ the days of the ways of the Nazis,
Listen conniving haramzada!

There comes a time when enough is enough,
Afro‐Caribbeans, Asians together is tough
Our defence is on attack, minds are made up,
Bodies are fighting back.
Self‐defence is no offence
And we’re ready, ready for a collision with the opposition
It won’t be a suicide mission, and one thing about me, I’m not afraid to die ‘ji’
And after me, there will always be another brother!

‘Fucking dickheads, we’re gonna ’ang you for burning the British flag. You’ll ’ang from every fucking flagpole in Britain for burning the Union Jack you bastards.’