You�ve got to be young and black to rap, right?
So I�ve no chance �cos I�m old, punk rock and white...
You�ve got to be young and black to rap? Wrong!
Anyone can rap - or write a punk rock song
So don�t look at me with scorn or derision
I don�t accept boundaries of cultural division
I�m MC Attila and I�m right in your face
So listen up folks �cos I ain�t going no place
This rap�s called �Spirit Of The Age�
All my life I�m gonna be on stage
Millions of ideas buzzing round my head
and I�ll be rapping till the day I�m dead
Aged 48 I won�t be sedate
Rancid rule, Joe Strummer is my soul mate
49 I�ll be doing just fine
Reeling in the Right on my verbal fishing line
Fifty? I�ll be nifty!
So don�t look at me like I�m sad or I�m shifty....
51 I�ll be having some fun
When Brighton score 10 and Crystal Palace score none
52, I�ll be talking to you -
And I�ll make more sense than Blink 182....
53? Top of the tree!
Red rebel rhymes and rapping rebel poetry
54, like I said before -
Show me a fascist, I�ll show him the floor
55 - cutting it live
While boring arty poets take a nose dive
56 - high in the mix
This old punk rocker will have learned some new tricks
57, still first eleven
Drinking real ale like it�s manna from heaven
58, I�ll be fuelling debate
Giving it straight from the 51st State
Aged 59 laying down the line
Pulling out words and watching them intertwine
60? Still defying convention!
I won�t be drawing my punk rock pension.....
As long as I�m alive I�ll be live on stage:
Age of the spirit - spirit of the age!