text: No Church In The Wild Radio 1 Live Lounge Lyrics
  Human beings in a mob
  What’s a mob to a King?
  What’s a King to a God?
  What’s a God to a non-believer
  Who don’t believe in anything?
  We make it out alive
  All right, all right
  No church in the wild
  Blood stains on North London floors
  Peace to every young person taken by the law
  The police equivalent of Raoul Moat is at your door
  Theyve got machine guns and now theyre ending lives like it was war
  I still get asked for ID for cigarettes at twenty three
  But at eighteen, they send the kids abroad and
  Give em the licence to kill
  Tell them to ride but its still
  If that was me and you, wed see the rest of the life in the ville
  With no uphill, so I tell you how I feel
  Cause everything I see is lies, so sick it makes me ill
  OT from old thugs that run tills, who on drugs
  Or on mils with a house up in the hill
  Im tryna follow suit with the latter
  To everybody in a manor
  If I can be a famous rapper, then you truly will
  Break the mould if you wanna
  But I aint no one to follow
  Im just a road kid
  With a little more of a passion and honour, so...
  Human beings in a mob
  Whats a mob to a King?
  Whats a King to a God?
  Whats a God to a non-believer?
  Who dont believe in anything?
  We make it out alive
  All right, all right
  No church in the wild
  I live by you, desire
  I stand by you, walk through the fire
  Your love is my scripture
  Let me into your encryption
  There aint no church in the wild to inhabit
  Aint no one to idolize but those who supply to the addicts
  Long days, tired nights, why do we fight with this planet?
  I dont know but I aint got the time for bible-bashing
  I dont need a God, I need to plot to see the top
  So carry on talking instead of walking, then you see the mob
  Stood behind me in unison, oportune to the men
  Thats tired of being down, now were standing and overruling them
  So tell me, whats a peasant with the passion?
  Ten times the riches any Pharaoh could imagine
  How dare this white gutter child climb out of the chasm
  That you thought you could secure me in?
  You surely couldnt fathom
  World-rated talent inside of a mind, unbalanced
  And I aint been an angel but Im nothing like a judge
  Who gives a beast three years and goes home and makes love
  If thats upper class, then Id rather be scum
  Son
  Human being to the mob
  Whats a mob to a king?
  Whats a king to a god?
  Whats a god to a non-believer
  Who dont believe in anything?
  We make it out alive
  All right, all right
  No church in the wildEmbed