Ill Manors Page #10

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- I don't think so, do you?

- Yeah.

- You do, do ya?

- That's half of it there.

A load of bollocks, pal. You can shove it

right up your arse. No chance!

- It's not your baby.

- What are you talking about?

Don't worry.

It's a scam. Can't you see it?

It's not a f***in' scam, Vince,

and you know it!

- It's her baby! She's the mother!

- Shut your mouth!

Can't understand it

without a cock in your mouth, can ya?

It's all right when it's your f***in' cock

in my mouth!

Hold on a minute.

What did she just say then?

She's a brass. She's always got a cock

in her mouth. What did you think I said?

No, she said your cock

in her mouth.

Do I look like I'm f***in' lying?

And if I am f***in' lying, go get the baby.

And give it to them,

cos that's what they f***in' want!

- I ain't giving them the f***ing baby back!

- Well, they ain't getting it either!

You stupid b*tch!

Oi! Oi!

Come here! F***ing... Oi!

F*** off! F***ing slag!

Settle the f*** down, all right?

Right, now you, get the f*** upstairs

and get the baby!

(Baby cries)

Come on. It's all right. It's all right.

(Coughs)

Oi!

(Baby cries)

(Coughs)

(Alarm rings)

What the f***.

What the f***!

What the f***!

(Grunts)

Carol! It's the wrong f***ing number!

I think it's number eight!

No, number nine!

Vince! F***ing hell!

Ed! Where the f*** is the gun, man?

There's a f***in' fire goin' on, bruv!

That's Chris's f***ing gun, man!

He knows you took it!

- I had to bring her down!

- Where the f*** is it?

Bruv, top floor, man. All right?

Wait. Where's the baby? Where is it?

What room?

Ed, the baby's still up there, bruv!

(Coughs)

(Baby cries)

(Coughs)

F***!

(Gunshot)

(indistinct chatting)

(Ed) Aaron!

Ed! Here!

(Pants)

(Coughs)

- Catch it, bruv!

- What is it?

It's the bucky, bruv! Catch it!

Aaron!

(Gasping)

What the f*** are you doing?

Bruv, I can't breathe!

She can't breathe neither, man!

You gotta catch her!

(Coughs)

(Gasping)

- Aaron!

- Do it!

(Shrieks)

(Camera shutter clicks)

It's OK!

(Sirens blare)

(Gasping)

(Shouting and sobbing)

Ed!

(sobs)

(Aaron) Ed!

Oi, Aaron, you've gotta go!

The gun! Aaron!

(Siren blares)

Who else knows about this?

No one.

What do you mean no one?

What about Ed?

He's dead.

What the f*** do you mean Ed's dead?

How did he die?

Don't worry how he f***ing died, bruv.

Just know that he died...

getting you this.

Bruv, where the f*** are you going, man?

Shut the door.

Come work for me then, innit?

I'll bell you tomorrow.

(Kisses teeth)

(Sighs)

(sobs)

(Mobile rings)

Take this, innit, for the funeral.

They might not let you cos you ain't family.

Tell them you're his sister or something.

Yeah, course.

Oi!

What flowers do you reckon

he'd have liked? In the hearse and that?

Don't know. Anything that you choose.

White roses are nice, innit?

Yeah.

Where's he goin' then?

Are you f***ing stupid or somethin'?

F*** you then! F*** you!

P*ssy!

Follow me as I descend

Into madness with gladness

For years I've been surrounded

By this badness

No time to waste

It's high time I escaped

Out of the forest's gate

Sorry, mate, but these ends

Are in a sorry state

You can't relate? Yeah, well,

you can f*** off can't ya, mate?

Your heart is faint

Can't appreciate how this artist paints

My art is great

It's my mind that's in the darkest place

I can't erase the memories

I have of darker days

Darker days

That left a bitter aftertaste

I'm passed the stage

Of trying hard to mask this rage

I'm letting go, callin' out to God

To let him know

I'm fallin' on my own accord

Please don't attempt to save my soul

Get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

You get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

You get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

You get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

No backpack

Just a tramp making tracks

I'm cool like Keith

Making friends with the rats

Observing how they act

They ain't beggin' for my scraps

They ain't cats

They'd rather wait

Until I've turned my back, no turnin' back

Maybe now's the time

To turn to crack I've learnt the facts

Way before I learned to rap

This place is mess

The people here they don't pray success

They hate it, yes.

They don't want you to progress

That's why they test

Try to knock you to the ground

You pick yourself up

That's when they knock you back down

The university of lifeblood

That's where I got my schooling

I know that they can't knock me down

As long as I keep falling

You get up off the ground

Take a look around...

- Are you the owner of this vehicle?

- Yeah.

You get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

You get up off the ground

Take a look around

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down...

- Bored today, gov?

- I'm not bored. It's just a routine check.

But you lot stopped me for no reason.

Well, not sure if you knew

you had a low tyre there.

How can you see my front tyre

from the back?

(Shouting)

Hope.

I'm falling down

I'm falling down...

- I've got good eyesight.

- It's cool. There's nothing in there.

- What's your name, anyway?

- PC Madeira.

- (Chris) Do you like wearing that uniform?

- What's this, Chris?

I'm falling down

I'm falling down

I'm falling down

Down

I'm falling down

I'm falling down

I'm falling down

Dust yourself off

That's when they knock you back down

(PLAN B:
Ill Manors)

Let's all go on an urban safari

We might see some illegal migrants

Oi, look, there's a chav

That means council housed and violent

He's got a hoodie on

Give him a hug

On second thoughts don't

You don't wanna get mugged

Oh, sh*t, too late that was kinda dumb

Whose idea was that... stupid

He's got some front

Ain't we all

Be the joker

Play the fool

What's politics?

Ain't it all smoke and mirrors, April fools?

All year round, all in all

Just another brick in the wall

Get away with murder in the schools

Use four-letter swear words cos we're cool

We're all drinkers, drug takers

Every single one of us buns the herb

Keep on believing

What you read in the papers

Council estate kids

Scum of the earth

Think you know how life

On a council estate is

From everything

You've ever read about it or heard

Well, it's all true

So stay where you're safest

There's no need

To step foot out the burbs

Truth is here we're all disturbed

We cheat and lie it's so absurd

Feed the fear that's

What we've learned

Fuel the fire

Let it burn

Oi! I said oi!

What you looking at

You little rich boy?

We're poor round here

Run home and lock your door

Don't come round here no more

You could get robbed for

Real, yeah, because my manors ill

My manors ill

For real

Yeah, you know my manors ill

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