These things that you own
All your silver and gold
Cannot buy you a hope
In these judgement days
These things that you know
Well they just might be false
But the truth will unfold
In these judgement days

(Runkus)
Judgement
Would you swim or drown when it come then?
When the king come down fi go judge men?
When The Skints drums sound and the trumpets (loud)
Income income coming
Would you count on Him when you counting
Would you bank or swim to the mountains
Would save yourself or the hundreds?
(pounds)
Hope you don’t
Love the money more
Than you love you soul
What you owe to a couple golds
Than to go fah your goals
Know the score
So if you run in Manchester city
with a arsenal fi da sterling
Then on judgement day when you get the visit
and you ask the Lord you’ll be burning

(Rise Up)
Forest Gate was in my heart, Manor Park was in my arteries
I guess after all the parties Walthamstow's become a part of me
And bunnin' all this Woodford Green has made me Chingford Hatch a plan,
So yeah man, I will be Leytonstone'd but at least I will know where I stand
and I dunno about the Rio Grande, but I'll tell you bout the River Thames
and I've never been to Montego Bay, but I'll tell ya about the Ilford ends
And on the real fam, man I deal with friends and I'll never put a Dagenham
And yes I will go Barking mad if the people start attacking 'em
And I Wanstead on my own, but they now there is a crew of us
So watch out you don't get Clapton Road, if you man out to slew and duss
And big enough for the two of us, this town don't seem to be
been up and down the Lea Bridge strip like each and every week singing...
(CHORUS)
The Skints we are gonna kill you inna this here time.
(We are the roughneck scouts)
The Skints we are gonna kill you inna this here time.
(Dis ah the wickedest sound)
The Skints we are gonna kill you inna this here time.
(We are the roughneck scouts)
The Skints we are gonna kill you inna this here time.
(Dis ah the wickedest sound)
So I bet you think you're rougher than them, tougher than them, see you dying to cry
cause I play you like instrument, calling out the mandem, cause man can't
understand them, I tread on the level because nowhere is where I can't step.
I bet you think you're knowing how to fight for survival, living off the government and
pray from the bible. I bet you think you know about the roots but it's no rival. I'm
rocking the baroque, larking with Bach, I'm analysing!
CHORUS
I tell them "Rise up! Me ah listen good music inna evening, until the morning time.
Rise up! Me ah dance ah Reggae music inna midnight, until the sun start shine.
Rise up! Me ah listen good music inna evening, until the morning time.
Rise up! Me ah dance ah Reggae music inna midnight, until the sun start shine"