Thru Space and Time lyrics

Alright, hands up
Give me all your money
Rob a till and get away in a Nissan Sunny
(I bought a kebab, I'm f*cking annoyed
I bought it down [?], and it gave me typhoid)
Rizla, fags, draw, cup of tea
The only way to chill in the GLC
I used to take loads of drugs and go out to a rave
But now I just listens to Chas and Dave

Molecular dysfunction occurs mainly at this junction
f*cked up and unruly I brings content for this rambunction
The GLC style brings forth chaos without function
Snapping your neck like your straight outta Trumpton
Disabled and sh*t, unable to move
You better f*cking dance to the GLC groove

Powering through the universe like Doctor Who
Destroys the world and my tracksuit is blue

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
With the dole check that I had to get to
You spent it on getting wrecked out of your brain
Well now you're totally f*cked by the Goldie Lookin Chain

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Interstellar travel isn't always necessary
But rolling in my car gets me as far as Leeds or Bury
When I gets to the place, I spread the word some more
I leave all the girlies screaming "f*cking hardcore!"

Newport's f*cking lush, it's not a nightmare
You know I loves chilling in John Frost Square
But to be wicked, you've gotta act the part
(My mum buys my tracksuit from f*cking Primark)
I's got a turbo tardis GTI
It goes 40 miles an hour in the f*cking sky
I looks for Klingons. they're not up my arse
I'm an intergalactic rasclaat who smokes grass

I likes to think I travel, through f*cking space and time
But most of the time I'm wrecked out my head on f*cking wine
I get so drunk from the freshest cheap booze
It's loads of fun, like drinking meths, you can't lose

Eggsy f*cking knows it, Hussein does too
Some of you bast*rds haven't got a clue
Listen to our sh*t, you knows it's f*cking great
Get a copy off [?] and give it to your mate
It's the way GLC likes to function 'claat
Not by selling in them f*cking pop charts
I said our crew's growing, I meant it before
Get out there bla and copy a few more
It's original crew, ain't no time for pap'
It's time to put Newport back on the map
Shopmobility, shop, shopmobility
Shopmobility, shop, shopmobility

Shopmobility! That's the one for me!
I knicked it from my gran when she was watching TV!
[?]
And everybody said he's in the GLC!

I sat at home in my fog, on the brews, staring at candles
Wearing a tracksuit, with socks and sandals
I parks anywhere in town and I don't pay no charge
Because of my gran's disabled parking badge

Are you from 'port? It's running through my veins
[?]
We're all psycho, like f*cking Norman Bates
f*ck with one of us and we'll seal your fate

Goldie Lookin Chain is f*cking so strong
It's like Geoff Capes turning a f*cking mini over, for Record Breakers
With Roy f*cking Castle