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Текст песни I Ain't Being Racist But... (Riz MC) с переводом

2016 язык: английский
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Песня I Ain't Being Racist But... группы Riz MC из альбома Englistan была записана в 2016 году лейблом CD Baby, язык песни английский, ниже вы найдете ее перевод на русском языке, песня исполняется в жанре иностранный рэп и хип-хоп, вы можете слушать ее, изучить слова или скачать текст бесплатно, прокомментировать, как саму песню так и смысл который она в себе несет.
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Riz MC
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Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп

Look I ain’t being racist

But have a look around at what this place is

I mean the flag is red and white but I don’t see no pink faces

They don’t wanna integrate is the issue it’s blatant

I know talking straight is rare when primary schools have translators

But let’s face it

This fucking country’s gone down the shitter

Immigrants nick our jobs and impregnate our sisters

Willing to work for pittance and quicker to chirpse your mrs

When I can’t get a job or my good old British dick sucked

Still free money and housing, it takes the piss bruv

Crying about asylum they’re seeking and preaching Islam — if there’s war in

your country it’s not our fault is it?

Nah

And that Jamaican fella Mandela’s a terrorist bruv

So now all them black fellas think they’re heavy Gs, selling weed, rioting,

can’t even score at penalties

At school they do terribly but it’s a sly act, they can write tight rhyme

lyrics to make my son act black

Good at maths and fractions when it comes to selling crack to Somalian’s doing

voodoo sucking on that fucking cat

The Turks sell heroin, Romanians are skets and thieves, we already know from

cricket Paki’s are enemies!

They kill their own daughters over a kiss — honour killing! all they want is

bombs and fiddling kids

It’s in their Quran to kill us, them Hindus Sikhs should go back to Pakistan

where they gangbang their sisters

It takes the mick, by which I don’t mean them IRA pricks

But they’re calling me a racist! I try to be a patriot!

Paki’s are terror-paedophiles, the Jews are reptiles, the recession was the

Rothschild’s greed gone wild!

I will not smile while Britannia gets spit roasted!

Brits have hosted aliens and now we’ve blown it

Apologising for the empire, guilty ghosts have poked and coaxed us into losing

all that’s close to us

It’s bollocks, mate!

The darkies are glad we had the colonies

We only borrowed cotton and modernised their economy

Gave the knobs democracy, built them railways

Drew cubist Middle Eastern borders that were fail safe

Educated them in the ways of the great race

Even paid for their vacations and in those great days we bonded

Through labour; We made Jamaica

Took Africans on a cruise there, didn’t even make you pay bruv!

Indians to everywhere, Africa and Malaysia

They didn’t even know about cricket — we trained ya

Made them our fond pets, and of course it’s nonsense that we gave them all an

inferiority complex

Or horribly tossed them into poverty fostered communalism, or pulled a resource

robbery on them 'cus honestly:

From Kashmir and Palestine to Scotland, mate, all they wanna say is thanks

Big up the monarchy!

'Cus we brought 'em back to our shores, taken 'em in

And now they trying to put their black sperm on Kate Middleton

They’re sick, mate

Illiterate, with benefits in brick laying, kicking of in Bradford,

picking on the poor BNP

Demonstrating in Luton to devastate the community, The EDL bravely fell and now

they’ve cleared the way to London

Riz is getting paid up in Wembley

Chicken and chips, liquor and cigarettes is what they trade

I had a bit of curry; it’s a recipe for heart disease

Revenge is sweet. It’s a conspiracy, making Brits obese

So chicks will dig their skinny limbs

Unzip their jeans they’ll stick it in

Corrupt our breed, they’re on it mate

Plotting since 1948

Until they tan the Union Jack like it’s on holiday

So watch it mate

They’re out to fuck our sisters in a pool club

Infiltrating the borders

Shops on all of the corners

They wanna see Sharia law enforced on us all

'cus their daughters are awful whores

But still, go clubbing to lure them

They run the hospitals from sweeping the floors to doctors so called underpaid,

playing the paupers

So when it all kicks off and there’s war they won’t treat us, they’ll say the

paracetamol’s all gone

Caribbean and the Middle Eastern hordes are selling us draw, kebabs and helping

Man City score

They’re so determined that them immigrants thought that they should be more

hidden so they painted their paws white

Fucking Eastern Europe, now we’ve opened the door they’re all building loft

extensions we can afford

It all started with Mosques, false visas, black barber shops, polski skleps

We have been invaded whilst we slept, soon Eastenders will be set in Abdul

Square

I wanna rediscover all our national flare

I wonder how it was when we all had blonde hair- yeah, I’ll google our history

Wait- what the fuck? The English were Picts and Celts originally

Irish and Welsh types in kilts, you’re fucking kidding me

Sheep shaggers and haggis?

Wikipedia: delete

Then came Italians, slick and slippery

Roman invasion, Inter-Milan and Celtic interbreed

But at least they were white, not Asian and poor

Wha- a North African legion guarded Hadrian’s Wall?

This is disturbing right, and then came the German tribes

-Fucking Hitler did us in before he was even alive!

Tribes called Angles, Saxons and Jutes

What a scandal, who knew we’d already lost World War II?

Then Viking invaders pounded the north and the east

-I knew it, them Geordies always sounded foreign to me

But the saddest revelation is this Battle of Hastings…

Somebody called Norman came and gave us a pasting

1066 these French sissy pricks all conquered us?

So fuck you William the Conqueror!

But the English language they started and laid the basis for Parliament

But that don’t mean berets and garlic can ever be a part of us

Then William did something else «nice» for us too

Wanted business to boom so he invited the Jews!

From all over Europe they came, settled and spawned

But English blood can’t be Jewish, otherwise… we’d have horns, right?

Shit, wait, I’m lost, so now we’re Paddy Spaghetti Jew Kraut Viking Frogs?

Well, at least they’re from white culture- wait…

Scientists find an ancient East African skull from before all this up in the

North of England?

Well, that’s written in The Guardian so of course it’s fiction!

It’s bad enough they had African drummers in Edinburgh in the 1500s

And Henry VII’s trumpeter was a black man named John Black!

That still don’t mean Dizzee Rascal should’ve done that fucking olympic rap

Then refugees, Protestants from Holland and France changed a lot of shit

Made society more advanced

Built churches, brought culture, they were nice weavers

Wait- they were basically asylum seekers!

This is a lot to digest on a night in

That great British culture is such a volatile thing

People stopping by on our Isle from horizons afar

So to get 'em back, we colonised them!

And though I don’t really know who 'We' is

I know who the others are, 'cus we ruled their regions

Made engines and an empire that never ends

'cus of our Jew Kraut Paddy Dutch Frog intelligence

Britannia ruled the waves

And 'cus she was… cruel to slaves

Trading flesh paid the ways for our bestest days

Well alright okay, one percent of how many we sold can stay

Wait- if we did that it’d double the population?

Alright I take that back, sorry my mistake then

Luckily for now it’s under .01

So let’s call it quits yeah, any more we don’t want

'Cus in the 1890s British didn’t mean dark…

Apart from Indian MPs and Finsbury Park

The first black footballer and thousands of half and fully black kids born here

back when slavery flopped

And hang about, 1.3 million Indians fought for us in WWI… brilliant!

I mean, silly them, and all the other troops and colonies

I wanna laugh, but the noise just won’t come out properly

And after the wars when Britain was nearly killed off

We begged brown, black and Polish to come and rebuild us

Help them mother country, take factory jobs

And they did, Like a rush of wind in Tilbury docks

So I suppose I should be letting all these immigrants off?

And I suppose Britishness isn’t the simplest pot

A lot of stuff’s been mixed into it and pickled a lot

But those immigrants are different to all the new lot!

I mean, they’re coming in bigger waves than the earlier hordes

Even if they aren’t invading and starting as many wars…

And even if our DNAs like a bukkake in porn

There’s one British tradition that will always remain pure

And that’s being prejudiced against the immigrant scum!

Whether it’s Paki, frogs, Vikings, or Ethiopian skulls

And when they end up a part of us and we all become one

We wait till the next lot try coming along

And when they do, my Somali Polish kids will be pissed

At all these immigrants coming over and ruining shit

The red cross on the flag means no entry — duh!

Wait- what d’you mean Saint George was a Turk?

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