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"America"

"America"


America, America
Here's to your health
America, America

Now tell me
Why's the country that's the most wealthy also amongst the most unhealthy?
There's probably a lot of theories out there
But mine's got to be the lack of national healthcare -
A category of welfare that happens to be well fair
Whether there's wealth there or whether it's elsewhere
Now you can probably tell where this is going from my accent
Or you're thinking "Why's this British guy rapping?"
I like America, the music, the people
That's why I want to see improvements to each of them
There's problems here too, Britain's got its fair share
I'm sure you know about our questionable dental care
But there's one thing that stands better than the rest
And that's the NHS, yes
Where nobody faces rejection
Just because to treat them would be a dangerous investment
Where what the doctor prescribes is what you're given
Instead of having to wait for your insurer's decision
Where prescriptions are a reasonable price
If you need something lifelong you can even subscribe
Where if you're old or young; unemployed;
Then it's free, and the price tag becomes null and void
Where you can go home without paying one penny;
Where you've still got the option of a private company
It's unbelievable the stuff they've done for me before
Months in hospital and I've not paid a fee at all

[Hook:]
America, America
Here's to your health
America, America
Here's wishing you good health

Insurance firms are about saving dimes
Before they'll even think about saving lives
So say goodbye to your treatment if there's even
A minor loophole in your legal agreement
Is your system victim free?
There's fifty million Americans who evidently disagree
Fifty million without health insurance
That could die just because they couldn't afford it
You don't have to pay to have a fire extinguished
And you have the police, not private militias
So why should this difference apply to the systems
Providing for victims requiring assistance?
Nothing should be held higher than citizens
Putting wealth over health? I am sick of it
Insurance firms are commercial businesses -
They're not concerned what your physical fitness is
They're only interested in what the interest is;
Over here we have a different incentive
A lot of you are incensed at this
And I don't intned to be insensitive but listen
There's several myths about the terrible British
Medical system that I better dismiss, quick:
1. You can't choose who your doctor is. Not true -
There's a long list of doctors I've gone to
2. One of the most stupid lies is that
Old people are euthanised when they're due to die
Not true - if there was institutionalised
Granny killing don't you think there'd be a public outcry?
You don't have to use the NHS anyway -
There's still plenty of private firms if you want to pay
But the proof's in the pudding, come to Britain for a bit
I bet you can't find anyone who would get rid of it

[Hook]

America, America
 
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"American Assassin"

"American Assassin"


An eagle soars as the people fall
However, he ignores
All your feeble wars
He will steal a horse
Speed the steed across
Clean between your forces
And beat them all
In a free-for-all
These scenes of gore
Are nothing but another bit of heathen lore
From Florentine streets to Venetian waters
The whispers persist of a secret order
And whether or not you believe, it's all good
Either way I'll proceed; keep wreaking trauma
You're never making Connor fall
I never honour laws
When I'm on a warpath
My tomahawk's
Always responsible
For an onslaught
Of monstrous proportions
You're a goner, fool
Done for
Humans I hunt for
Dropping through the roof
Never knocking on the front door
What, you want more?
Or do you want war?
I've been around for longer
Than Rob Faulkner
And now I'm gonna
Run up on a futhamucking armed gunner
Pull a Stone Cold Stunner
And I've done a runner
Quicker than a bullet from a gun
And once again I'm under cover
Repping for the Brotherhood
Stepping like no other could
Uppercutting any threats
I never take another look
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
I combat colonialism
While owning a rhythm
I know the world doesn't owe me a living
So throw me a bone
And I'll cause pandemonium with it
Ignoring Newtonian physics
Forget opprobrium
Critics'll go with baloney below
To the same place I take fakes
Phoneys and mimics
No need for gimmicks
Do you need me to explain that
I'm lyrically spraying it
Sharper than the tip of any bayonet
I pack a hidden blade and I make you lay on it
Whether minutemen or redcoats
It'll only take a minute at the very most
'til they're both dead, ghosts
I dead both
Behead foes
'til stocks and shares in lead rose
From Boston to New York
Soul of an eagle
Aloft in a true hawk
And as I move through the frontier
The truth becomes clear
The future calls, I'm done here
Almost
I've just got another little task
And I won't tell
If you don't ask
Because
I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
Said I'm an assassin
One with a passion
For innovative rapping
Dropping so fast
You're probably having
A problem to follow the captions
 
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"And The Songbird Sings"

"And The Songbird Sings"


[Hook:]
And the Songbird sings...
(It's Infinite)

This is for the voices who are unheard
Who never back-talked one word to the Songbird
This is for the second class citizens, and prisoners locked alone
I bring a list of things the prophet wants you not to know
I've got to blow the propaganda out the box and so
Open up the rift and put this disc into your Voxophone
I'll take your brain to places it doesn't often go
So brace yourself for take off and watch the show
I'm properly known as Booker DeWitt
And I've had enough of this shit
Fed up of being stuck in a rut
So I'm looking to rough up a couple of pricks
And accomplish a mission to look for a woman imprisoned and stuck in a city where something's amiss
Like the rhythm the government's drumming to whip the anger of the people
Daily handling the stress
While I've just ambled in from gambling and landed in a mess
And I'm telling ya, Elizabeth isn't a damsel in distress
She's the damn best wingman to ever don a dress
To be honest, we've loads of things
In common, we both can bring an opening
We're probably closer twins
Than Robert and Rosalind
I throw my grapple and aim
To blow the back of your brain out
And contemplate on why we play those irrational games
My main foe is Zachary Hale Comstock
The day his reign begun, a fundamental bomb dropped
Columbia's on lockdown
Every day they're destroying somebody, so what now?
Send for Daisy Fitzroy
The rich get fatter, while the slums are getting hungrier
It's a matter of time before they pull the rug from under you
We'll make your money disappear from you like a conjurer
And overthrow the fundies that are plundering Columbia

[Hook]

So, I know this is absurd and sounds bananas
But have you observed the way they worship founding fathers?
That's why the Vox Populi have hurtled out the darkness
Emerged, about to start to turn around and clout this heartlessness
If this disc is flying, you'll be dying like you're Hyacinth
Hirelings or higher things
Vox Populi's guys or Jeremiah Fink's
If they pile in on me, then they're receive undying violence
I'll lynch the pious kings with the silent wire strings
From the tiny violins that won't be crying when they're lying singed
Ignite the tinder, set the sky alight in flights of cinders
And let freedom ring inside your cries like the singer
That's like trying to hide your violent injuries, as if they're minor things, by keeping just a tiny thimble on your finger
One hand holds Vigors
The other pulls triggers
I'm a multi-tasking action man with a glass full of malt liquor
Salt licker
Rapture's contraptions are fantastic
But don't exist yet, so that is how we pack Plasmids
No need to hack gadgets
The manner in which I battle a Handyman is akin to black magic
My life's a play where every act's tragic

[Hook]
 
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"Arkham Asylum"

"Arkham Asylum"


Ha! So the Joker's locked away in the asylum
Methinks things are gonna become quite violent
I believe, he slipped a trick inside his sleeve
And his desire to leave is non-existent till he's
Played a game malicious hide and seek
With sticks and dynamite and TNT
But what's that silhouette that you can see?
In the half-light to the dark night
You might just find the Dark Knight
Savage as a shark bite
To the other rappers who can't just quite do this
You see the truth is
I leap from roofs with
A really ruthless steez
I leave you toothless please
You silly doofus
I'll give you a Chinese burn
And I don't mean Confucius
Dead inside a little urn
I'll twist your arm
Until the skin is rather irritated
My methods of torture are really unsophisticated
To the most complicated machinations
To mash your face in
With patterned lacerations that are fascinating
And as my grapple hangs my batarang'll batter gangs
I brang the thang to make you say this can't be happenstance
The blackest avalanche, and as Dan's an anagram of "and"
I'll crick your spine and leave twisted like an ampersand
Feeling squiffy like you're getting high in Amsterdam
The neon city light'll emphasize the fact your damned

Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman

If Commissioner Gordon didn't ignore the dissonant warnings
Than it'd have surely been a different story
All together for the better
The prisoners all lead a sinister life a criminal orgy
Living inside a wicked and vile despicable isle
Sicker than bile
But it's evident I'm a vigilant militant
Willing to kill them with brilliant diligent skill and the guile
Of a killer with infinite style
Jack White is quite insane, and while I'm fighting Bane
I find a titan-like strain flowing rife inside his veins
It's the same the Joker's trying to synthesise in doses high as planes
I'm tired of games, It's time for change
To time to take is smile away, hey
How long has Killer Croc been a cock?
My trap'll leave him reeling like a spinning top
And I willn't stop until his locked up in a box
Sit and watch me fighting pound for pound with Poison Ivy
A vigilante plant antidote without my boys behind me
Horticulture's not the sort of culture to be taken lightly
I take an eighth of titan now I'm feelin' slightly hyphy
I might be quite that as high that I can see inside me psyche
Me, I'm so fly that I can fly, crikey

Nanananananana
Nanananananana
Batman, Batman
 
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"Assassin"

"Assassin"


Call it parkour, but hardcore
I make killing an art form
Death's cold taste, sweet as Carte D'Or

No need to start wars for a difference of opinion
Gimme the name of your antagonist, I'll stick 'em in the ribs
Because I'm an assassin, one with a passion for innovative rapping
Droppin' so fast you're probably havin' a problem to follow the captions
I'm so ahead of my time, I'm probably rappin' backwards
I'm a scholar of Latin with a masters in dispatchin'

Anybody that's hasslin' one of my customers
I cuts them up and shuts them up in a casket
What you've got to do is ask
And I'll have grabbed and then stabbed them in the abdomen that minute
And be finished with the killin' before you've finished with askin'

A bird of prey with Terminator's murder rate
I'm servin' plates of pain up like a perverse buffet
Take you to the pearly gates
I'll impersonate a passerby
You wouldn't bat an eye until your circulations pacified

So practiced, I couldn't count the crimes I've perpetrated
How many spines of vertebrates I've snapped
My raps travel through sound and time
Reverberate through generations, permeate
My serenade regurgitated through a nerd rapper's recitation to your earthly playlist

So I'd say this was a revelation
(Was a revelation)
A revelation
(A revelation)
A revelation
(A revelation
A revelation)
 
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"Back To The Borderlands"

"Back To The Borderlands"


Go!

Hello, Pandora fans
I'd like to show my awesome plans
Hold on tight to your organs, glands
We're riding back to the Borderlands
When I hear that Gearbox
Are releasin' a sequel, my teardrops
Are uncontrollable
I'm inconsolable, but fear not
They're tears of joy, like me as a boy
After Christmas Eve when I see a box
I open it up and say "whoa" at the view
It's only overflowin' with loot
Lockin' and loadin', I know what to do
Now who am I going to shoot?
You, you're a pitiful prick
So I'm ripping you up with a critical hit

Funds improve my guns and loot
I'll use it if it'll fit
If it moves I'll shoot it, you tit
I'm a buzzard, you're a blue tit
I fly in the sky and it's fatal
Foes are lying disabled
A hole in their face; I'm reminded of bagels
I'm ever so slightly unstable
Me? I'm hardly an angel
Leave that to the Guardian Angel
This is the eighties, I'm Arnie
And painfully makin' your army unfaithful
Health and safety; watch your head
Heavy metal; lots of lead
But before I drop you dead
I'll shred you up like Dr. Zed

I said "Zed, let him in"
Led Zeppelin
Never played on David Letterman
Though that may be irrelevant
Nevertheless it's a hell of method of making it evident
Dan is the cleverest rapper
To ever use gamin' in tracks
Setting a precedent that wouldn't ever be bettered
Till weapons are made into raps
Eighty seven bazillion guns
A similar number of brilliant puns
Turn that to cash, gimme the funds
Back to back with my militant chums
I'm blastin' stacks of straps at prats
It's action packed ridiculous fun
If kills were calories, that'd be fattenin'
Fragging a skag and I'm baggin' and taggin' him
Having you laggin' and manically panicking
Man, is it actually happenin'?

Well, I'm an assassin assassinin' you
So if that is a fact then it has to be true
You're chatting Claptrap
So I should grab your nadsack and yank it
So your nads are dropping
Like the stock is on the NASDAQ
Asshat, don't answer back
Who the fuck is Handsome Jack?
You want how many grams of that?
I'll grind you like my ganja sack
I will be havin' you cryin' in agony
Violently crackin' your violin; Paganini
Meeny miny mo

More money, less problems
The bigger the gun, the less nonsense
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Said I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
Less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
I'm less Mark Ronson, more Charles Bronson
Or a vault Hunter S. Thompson
 
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"Bastion"

"Bastion"


[Verse 1:]
The Kid awoke in bed, with a dopey head
Filled with a smokey blend of inner hope and dread
But he's not hung over yet, still has his sanity
But tragically, the land that he inhabits has been damaged deeply
The ravage wreaked with savagery would leave him
Wishing he had had a dream but sadly this is real: the Calamity
Brutality against humanity, depravity
Dang, he'll need a little more than bandage for this malady
Disaster has the people abandoning morality
It's a little too late to handle diplomatically
The situation thus demands a different strategy
A mission that'll leave you battling with gravity
Brandishing battering rams
Calamity Cannons with hammers and fangs
From Mancer to Langston and Zand
There ain't a more masterful rapper than Dan
The man that's ransacking your ranch olives?
I'm not going to be passing the branch
You're only fuelling my fire
And I've got gas in the tank

[Hook:]
Drank a Black Tonic
Sampled the track and rapped on it
I've been to the brink
And the Bastion's coming back from it
Drank a Black Tonic
Sampled the track and rapped on it
I've been to the brink
And the Bastion's coming back from it

[Verse 2:]
Oi
I visit the Shrine, hit the Distillery
Stock up on Spirits and Wine, liquid artillery
Then I hit a Windbag with such a vicious impact
That I split the very atoms that keep him intact
Think back
To who knows where, you're going to get
Pimp slapped
If you don't care
I'll aim the Breaker's Bow straight at your face
And break your nasal bone (nose)
The Stranger throws flaming flows
And vocal flame bellows
It's the way it goes, terrain shaking from the Cael blows
While I'm shooting guys, neutralise the threat that they'll pose
And we had ought to take the Galleon Mortar from the sailboats
Before the floor crumbles away like so much stale toast
Thrust a Brusher's Pike, right in the bushes like:
"Have we not met before? You must have a lookalike"
Kid's just another guy following a call to action
He'd give up his life for the Bastion
I

[Hook]

[Outro:]
We're coming back...
We're coming back now
You don't need to play a new game, trust
Just boot up New Game Plus
You don't need to play a new game, trust
Just boot up New Game Plus
We're coming back now
 
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"Battle For The Planetside"

"Battle For The Planetside"


I’ll nuke the New Conglomerate
I’m a Super-Don with it
Apocalyptic popping clips like Chewing Gum and if
The Vanu Sovereignty obviously got to be cross at me
It’s because I’m possibly one of the
Hottest technology properties
You’ve probably seen
You never can touch this
I’m a fellow to crush gits
With every couplet
So bell up the Terran Republic
And tell them they’re getting their nuts kicked
You’re outnumbered and down for the count
Fumbling around as it is getting louder
The sound of my sunderer
Thunderclouds are coming
So get underground or something
‘Cause I’m the real deal, sealed your fate
Best stay at your warp gate
My method of taking you out’s
In really rather poor taste
I leave you sautéed
NS-60 brought flames
Then I bring it back again
Like this upcoming chord change

Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside

I use a flash and flank, shoot your battletank
Boost my battle rank, boot a frag into your ranks
A brutal hacky sack – You losers poo your pants
Nappy rash
Action-packed
This isn’t a hack and slash
You need precision for hacking
Stats seem to indicate the fact you lack panache
Infiltrators: grab the stash
Liberator: have to dash
Back to the harasser fast
Mission failure? Nah, we passed
And smack the actual crap from your candy ass
People get mad at me for repeating
“Do you have any batteries?”
Like Peter Griffin I’ll leave you
Grabbing your knee in agony

Sign up
To the battle for the Planetside
This is a theatre of war
Not a pantomime
Think you can hack it?
Only the baddest can apply
So back up and decide
What kind of man am I?
A brand new kind of interplanetary samurai
The type to ram your mind into a brand new paradigm
And if the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
If the damn reply is yes then
Get down to the Planetside
 
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"Battleborn"

"Battleborn"


What's Dan Bull doing?
Why ain't he rapping?
Cause I feel like it
Deal with it, bitch

I was born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come just to rattle your bones
I was born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come back just to rattle your bones
Let's go grab the
Grab the, cattle by the horns
Roll like a stone, like a stone

You motherfuckers feel the fat fuzzy humbuckers
Drums pump you full of dumdums
You're dumbstruck
Flashing you out when we bunch up and bum rush
Swinging guns at you like they're fricking nunchucks
We're crude, lewd and rude
We leave you nude
In a puddle of blood
It's enough to make your mum blush
You've got a big gun?
Well I've got a bigger one
If you want to live another minute brother, better run
We could have been anything that we wanted to be
But all we wanted to be was this predominantly
Do nothing moderately
So don't be bothering me
Cause currently I'm swallowing a bottle of beam

Born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come back just to rattle your bones
I was born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come back just to rattle your bones
Let's go, grab the
Grab the cattle by the horns
Roll like a stone, like a stone

Five fives is twenty five
That's twenty five motherfuckers want you dead or alive
Twenty five fives is a hundred twenty five
But a hundred twenty fives is two thousand five hundred

I'm in the place
Bombing the base
Running up with a gun in your face
Let me cut to the chase
I come at a pace
Similar to somebody running a race
Nothing'd faze me
My aim's keen
With a laser beam
To cut a long story short I'm crazy

I was born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come back just to rattle your bones
I was born in the battle, in the battle was born
And now I've come back just to rattle your bones
Let's go, grab the
Grab the cattle by the horns
Roll like a stone, like a stone
 
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"Battlefield"

"Battlefield"


Look at my dog tag!
You'll see D. Bull
A heavy hitter from the Midlands
Like Led Zep have reformed
I don't need the Marine Corps
I'm lethal, from 3,000 miles
Off the eastern seaboard
Colder than Trebor mints, Nee Naw
K People step away from the keyboard
I wanna see your heads bopping see saw
Up and down so speedy
You're reelin' from the G-force
Give me a vehicle
A BMD or Super Hornet
Troops are fallin'
Uniformed superiors are fearful
I'm really tearful
Saline solution, slides from my eyes
At the same time I'm shootin'
So maybe I just should
Let a Beretta do the talkin'
'Cause after all
You're a dead man walkin'
I walk in, pull out my M1014
And end all these porkies, and tall stories
With the ease of a nuclear attack
I shout "Look behind you"
And shoot you in the back
Suited up with flak jackets, flashbangin'
Leaving claymores in your path
Need I say more?

This is the Battlefield
Where if you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel back
Like an apple peal, twat
In the Battlefield
If you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel
Like an apple peal
So grab the steel

You're a super soaker
I'm a super cobra
Soupin' up my guns
Till I become a supernova
I'll take you to the moon
And over like a lunar rover
I got a new limo
And so are you the chauffeur?
I'm a human Yoda
No, a new Jehovah
I do my flows with the devotion
Of a Jew to Kosher
So I shot the charcuter and do him over
I'll do to you what
You've seen me do to SOPA
I'll straight flush you
Like a full suit in poker
And mutilate you leavin' you
Lookin' like you're doing yoga
Resume control, assume the role
Of Henry "Black" Blackburn
I'm coming for your guts
Like a freakin' flatworm
Soon as your back's turned
Blackburn'll blast murder fast
I'm packing more heat
Than a massive thermostat
I've got a certain knack
To turn the gas
And hurl a match
So if you'd prefer to lack a burn
Then stand further back
And I slap bureaucrats
That haven't heard the facts
I'm rappin' more original
Than a frickin' Werther's Pack
I mix hardcore, nerdcore, commercial rap
And stay on top of the beef
Like a burger bap
I'm a soldier
But not the sort to traverse Iraq
I'll come first in any match
On 30 racks of server stacks
I serve a purpose
That you might find confusing
Dicing right through
The digital illusion of the

Battlefield
Where if you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel back
Like an apple peal, twat
In the Battlefield
If you lack the skill
Than your cap'll peel
Like an apple peal
So grab the steel
 
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