Lyrics

Check me putting the dark in corners
Check me chucking two fingers at Churchill
Sunday find me in your church, still
Loudest voice in the choir 
Open toe sandals, popped up collar
Holla
Check me  bringing Summer in the borough
Bringing rhythm  to sorrow
Check me in a hoodie
Shokoto and boba,
Check me in my sunday best and trainers
Street scholar
Chirsping on your sons and daughters
Two wheelies in our luxury flats
Spray tan on your welcome mats
Lay my prayer mats in St. Paul's
Black power fist through your brick walls
Shouting off the rooftop
Huffing and puffing and blowing all the roof ups
Check me in your parliament
360 degree turning necks
Keeping jokers in the decks
Keeping twinkles on their toes
Dark and back row like a murder of crows
Corn rows and finest saville row
Everywhere
In the kitchen cutting salads 
In the chamber repping Bow
Check me with disrespecting your borders
Check me taking no orders
Buccaneer in her majesty's waters
Ink black stain
Throw Britain in the wash
In the end I remain
Dark clouds
Dark clouds stretch out forever 
Tomorrow is bound to be better
Tomorrow is bound to be better 
Check me in a Union Jack 
Big black mark in your Union Jack
Don't hate the hustle the commonwealth taught us
We are the harvest the Commonwealth wrought
Tits will tut and pearls get clutched
The empire ties itself into knots
They never thought I would shine in the gutter
They never thought I would thrive in the rot
Written by: Ben Marc
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