This Ain't No Fantasy chords by MC Tunes

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Verse 1
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Staring at
the city from the heart of my home
Thinking bout what backstreet to roam
I'm born from the city but
I'm in no gang
Ain't no revolution, I rhyme where I hang
Out for a good time, no money to spend
So I'd advise on how many rooms I'll lend
To get what I want, no income support
No medals, no honors for
the battles I fought
I get my shit together
from a cold in my back
pick up my pipe, my weed,
and set out on my tracks
Out into the open,
from the road to the streets
Cautious but ready about the people I meet
I see a light in the distance,
so I ring the bell
Top floor flat, the music's loud as hell
It's a high class ghetto,
it's where we meet
But we talk smoke a wee before
we hit the street
Trampoline,
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the corner bus called out his head
Night fighting on blues,
someone else is dead
Riot van cruising slowly,
staying close to my eyes
Riot turned down an alley,
the time was ours
Carried on with the mission,
walk punks to tracks
A group of fools, making our tracks
Hustle through the middle,
picking pockets and all
I feel a blow to my head,
so I started a brawl
Beat the fools down
to controlling that cash
Ate to my brother's house to
buy a quarter of hash
Coke chimney with a smoke,
put together on skins
The clock hits one,
that's when the party begins
They say we're fantasy
Ain't no fantasy
Just a swift
kick in reality
We made a destination,
in the center of a crowd
Find an empty corner,
where the speaker is found
This place had no class, it wasn't a risk
But we could sit down to
chill and coke that blitz
With my bottle, specially brewed as my sip
I've got some elf in it's face
and he's talking shit
So I rolled on and we decided to leave
Hit the doors,
headed out into the morning breeze
Breathed in deep to try and
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clear my head
Turned around,
SPG fans lay dead ahead
It was the devil that we shook off of earlier on
I spun around, started running,
my boys were gone
I was on my own, leaving dust on my trail
But every effort I made
wasn't gonna fail
Running strong through the city,
keeping my head down
Put the beast to shame because
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I knew my ground
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Was a little fantasy
This isn't no fantasy
Sweet dreams
Stayed awake all night but
feelin' tired and weak
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Got the music turned down so
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I  could hear the street
Hear the revs of an engine,
hear a side door slam
Fist connected, my door,
three or four loud bands
Butterflies in my stomach
as I plough downstairs
I hear the voice of my past
CEO,
June's you in there?
I unlocked the door, I hustled them in
Said to my partner
Calvin, where the fuck you been?
Him and the boys got run through town
Jay
Big got grip, pigs beating down
We stay quiet for a second
I reminisce, but it's survival
of the fresh
And that's the way it is,
this ain't no fantasy
Ain't no fan -ta -sy
Ain't no fan -ta -sy
Just a swift kick in reality
I'm classed as a thug, no matter as all
A number in a book,
another brick in the wall
Overpopulation,
but no accommodation in a house of lords
There's no organisation,
they vote about nothing
And nothing gets solved
Kinnick's only words,
let's get rid of the bomb
He's a fool, he's got no sense of touch,
he's just a dancer
Her only worry's more pounds a pence
It's a never -ending reason
no one ever wins
We all get punished for
someone else's sins
They say kids are the cause
of all this trash
And our living's a crime,
but they live in the past
Young boys are abducted,
young girls are raped
More babies are born and
classed as fucking mistakes
You ask why we're violent,
you must be blind
Cause no one gives a shit,
cause they ain't got the time
This is no fantasy
What you see before you is flesh and bone
No fantasy, realisation,
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