Tax Man

Lyrics

[Intro - eerie piano keys, distant siren samples, low whispered ad-libs]
Yo, tax man creepin', but he missin' the real opps...

[Verse 1 - sliding 808s, rapid trap hi-hats, aggressive London flow, masked vocal effect]
Tax man knockin' at my door, tryna claim his slice,
But I'm on minimum wage, bare scraps, payin' the price.
You lot dodgin' billions, offshore islands, hidden cash,
Corporations laughin', loopholes wider than a smash.
Billionaires in jets, writin' off the yacht fees,
While man's gettin' drilled for a tenner on e's.
HMRC on my ends, fines stackin' like bricks,
But Bezos got trillions, untaxed, doin' flips.
Why you chasin' roadmen when the real dons evade?
Pockets deep as oceans, your system's gettin' played.

[Chorus - heavy sub-bass drop, chopped & screwed vocals, gang shouts ad-libs, relentless drill beat]
Tax man, tax man, go get the big boys,
Billionaires and corps, dodgin' with their toys! (Skrrt!)
Leave the mandem alone, we ain't got the funds,
Hunt the fat cats hidin', leavin' us hung! (Gang!)
Tax man, tax man, switch up your aim,
Billions in the shadows, put 'em all in the frame! (Woi!)

[Verse 2 - darker synth stabs, faster hi-hat rolls, pitched-down growls, gritty roadman delivery]
Shell companies stackin', Virgin this, Amazon that,
Payin' pennies in tax while we fund their fat cats.
Musk on Mars dreams, writin' off the rockets,
Man's skint on the block, can't even top up the pocket.
You raid my nan's house for a missed council bill,
But Google's got havens, keepin' the billions still.
Politicians in suits, takin' backhanders too,
Hypocrites preachin', but the drillin's on you.
Time to flip the script, tax the evasion kings,
Real talk from the ends, let the truth bells ring.

[Chorus - intensified bass wobble, layered gang vocals, drill claps echoing, high-energy hype]
Tax man, tax man, go get the big boys,
Billionaires and corps, dodgin' with their toys! (Skrrt!)
Leave the mandem alone, we ain't got the funds,
Hunt the fat cats hidin', leavin' us hung! (Gang!)
Tax man, tax man, switch up your aim,
Billions in the shadows, put 'em all in the frame! (Woi! Oi!)

[Outro - fading 808 rumble, reversed vocal echoes, sparse hi-hats trailing off, ominous whispers]
Tax man... go get 'em... billionaires... dodge... fade out... (skrrt, woi...)