Old fans like "Bobbi, think they're a real tankie"
You've gotten that wrong cos I'm more Bill Shankley
But wanna still thank me for We Can Go and ACAB
Still the best anarchist rap getting playback
Still the rap Commissar hitting oligarchs
Bonepart on top of yah Cliftonite promenades
Isn't like 'La-Di-Da', Slick Rick with it tho
Bobbi still got that big-dicked brizzle flow
Is it tho? Innit bro
You used to zoom Bobbi Q in the video
Do what you do who am I to judge really tho
Moving more luchadore, Rey Marxterio
Pavlov's House, Knockdown Dolls, and the Q-E-L-D
Slapping this Abramovich and found em blue as Chelsea
Messing with the proles, you're a Thatcherite calamity
We wrestle for control, like the Anoa'i family
Representing workers all across the world (QELD!)
Letting the red n black flag unfurl (QELD!)
Whether it's Charlie or Jenre Beats
We're still not lovin' police! The Q E L D
Like Cypress Hill, throw their sets in the air
At the crime-scene saw them Fresh Prints of Blair
If we were the pigs we would question him bare
Cos how would that be unless you were there?
But we're no police cos we got souls
Like MF DOOM check the sockhole
Baader-Meinhof and the syndrome is Stockholm
No bloodhounds in the foxhole
Unemployed Eric B, 'You Know I Got Dole'
'Paid In Full' while I played on a console
Clearly they think that I'll sink like a washbowl
Tryna smear me like a bogroll


They need reminding what guillotines look like
They never knew what the guillotine feels like
They never felt what the guillotine steel's like
We wanna know what the upper-class squeals like



Your middle-class friends don't struggle like you do
They never knew real trouble like you do
That's why they live in a bubble-type group, who
Only speak of themselves, coming like Groot do
Mutual aid that was all one-sided
All that love that was unrequited
And all of your truths that you trusted, confided
Became all the brooms that they brushed you aside with
Self-important, self-obsessed, self-centred
They felt threatened when the Bobbi QELD entered
They'll only help when they want you indentured
They're treating your friendship just like another business venture
Misremembered basic facts to centre their control n that
They should go reflect on how come all they do is hold us back
You should fucking piss off, not the only one who told em that
Self-appointed leaders too fucked up to take the role of that
So we don't listen to em anymore, anymore
On our guard cos there's always plenty more
But we're not gonna let in any more, any more
They're all rotten to their very core, we're what they're not ready for
Reckon your ears burn when you're hearing this
If you think this verse is about you it clearly is
Timid, insecure while I tell it how it really is
Now you're gonna learn about beefing with a lyricist
Cos you ain't got the means to answer this, fake-ass anarchist
Claim non-hierarchical when you're the face of all of this
Appalled at how you pulled the strings of everyone you're hanging with
Appalled your planning revolves around banging newer activists
...Just SWP shit
Come get fucking with me quick
NJPW knee-lifts
Q E L D ain't nothin' to chief with



They need reminding what guillotines look like
They never knew what the guillotine feels like
They never felt what the guillotine steel's like
We wanna know what the upper-class squeals like