The Grip Songtext
von Braintax

"It ought to be inconceivable that in this modern era, and in
The face of experience, any nation could be so foolish and
Ruthless as to run the risk of plunging the whole world in war
By invading and violating, in contravention of solemn treaties
The territory of other nations that have done them no real harm."


From the furthest point east to the wildest west
Powers travel round the planet on a bloody conquest
European kings and priests with omnipotence
Soldiers freaking out in foreign lands killing citizens
And worse still spreading germs and plagues
Now we′re so much a result of those bad old days
From the town hall to inner city architecture
From the money in Surrey to sweatshops up in Leicester
Casino alcoholics in the midwest
Junkies in Brazil feel the effects of mass death
The urge to learn killed by a greed for piles of gold
And churches justifying lives being sold
Still the culprits change, control rarely shifts
Only China comes close to even fucking with this
This world we call Earth and the system I diss
A lifestyle full of work where we barely exist
Look at Chile now, decimated native populations held down
The rich white powers holding on
With British backing like Malaysia's arms buying
The same gang′s running the show and I'm trying
To see through this and not become a lone hitman
Out to kill that bitch Maggie Thatcher with a sick plan
Sick bitch, supporting Pinochet in extradition
On telly, she put my brain into a strange position
So can you come to terms with devilish ways?
Or do you try to escape, run away or start to pray?
I try to think about the positive things
One love, no queen, one god, no king


I wish I had the will to fight back
Be at the World Trade Center all dressed in black
Me and the angry pack, instead I just rap and give back
And see a rich life and think I still want to live that
It's so subtle how they muddle us
Now life is so complex we let the small things trouble us
And revolution? Forget that, for the one fact
We don′t have the arms to even try to compete
It′s even easier to keep your head down and stay asleep
And while you're lying there in
Countenance see your face in them sheep
And that′s deep, but not as deep as losing a child
Seeing his teeth crushed by the rifle butt by your village hut
Pure grief, thanks to far away beef
Fried in messed up religion, half baked with belief
So I won't stop rapping till you get my gist
That we′re held in the grip, getting sorely dissed
Capitalists, are we? We pretend we're not
Buying better trainers each year, connecting dots
We go from first job to next job to mortgage to kids
Make it harder to be happy, 9 to 5ing to live
Me, I′m striving to give, but I'll hustle like mad
Just to get ahead in life, I need money so bad
Yeah I'm pissed now, so do you get my gist now?
If hell existed, half the world′s already in the lift down

"Wait, wait, wait, what′s this? Why'd the beat stop?"
"Me, I dread garden style, seaside style, any type of... we can rock"
"Wait... no, I can′t get this... this in with a hammer"
"I told you, put the tent pegs in with a mallet"
"Oh, it's not gonna work. Not gonna work"
"Why are we... gathering all night, living outdoors and shit?"
"Do not ask what this album can do for the country"
"Rather, what can this album do for me?"