Football Poets

Anfield Rap vs History Repeating (2005 mix)

¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Liverpool FC is hard as hell
United, Chelsea, Arsenal
Watch my lips, and I will spell
‘Cause they don’t just play, but they can rap as well

¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Liverpool FC
Liverpool FC

¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility…

¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Aah…aah…aah…aah (Liverpool FC)

¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 …had Napoleon had that idea he’d have conquered the bloody world

¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll ne… ver walk…alone

¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Alright Stevie
Sound as a pound
I’m cushty la but there’s nothing down
The rest of the lads ain’t got it sussed
We’ll have to learn ’em to talk like us

¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Well I’m rapping now, I’m rapping for fun
I’m your goalie, the number one
You can take the mick, don’t call me a clown
Any more lip and you’re going down

¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 Alright Ace, we’re great me and you
But the other lads don’t talk like we do
No they don’t talk like we do, do they do la
We’ll have to learn ’em to talk propah

¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll ne… ver walk… alone

¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 You two scousers are always yapping
I’m gonna show you some serious rappin
I come from Norway, my name is Johnny Riise
When I do my thing the crowd go to pieces-ah

¶ 12 Leave a comment on verse 12 0 How’s he doing the Norweigian rap?
He’s from just south of the Northern polar cap
He gives us stick about the north/south divide
‘Cause they got the jobs
Yeah, but we got the side

¶ 13 Leave a comment on verse 13 0 Well I came to England looking for fame
So come on Rafa man, give us a game
‘Cause I’m sat on the bench paying my dues with the blues
I’m very big down under but my wife disagrees

¶ 14 Leave a comment on verse 14 0 They’ve won the league, bigger stars than Friends
They got more bling than Fifty Cent
No-one knows quite what to expect
When the red machine’s in full effect

¶ 15 Leave a comment on verse 15 0 Well Jamie Carragher sure can rap
It’s about time he had an England cap
So come on Sven Goren Erikson, he’s the man
‘Cause if anyone can, Carra can
Carra-can… Carra-can… Carra-can… Carra-can…

¶ 16 Leave a comment on verse 16 0 Liverpool FC is hard as hell

¶ 17 Leave a comment on verse 17 0 My idea was to build Liverpool up and up and up until eventually they would be untouchable. Everybody would have to submit. Give in, give in, give in

¶ 18 Leave a comment on verse 18 0 We’re Spanish lads
Well how do you do
And there’s four of us
And only two of you
So if you want nada trouble
And you don’t want a slap
You’d better teach us the Anfield rap

¶ 19 Leave a comment on verse 19 0 Don’t forget us chezks
And me the Great Fin
And we’re from France mate so watch your game
Well you two scousers, you’re always squaking
But we’ll just let our feet do the talking

¶ 20 Leave a comment on verse 20 0 Our lads have come from all over the place
They talk dead funny, but they play dead great
Well now we’ve gotta learn ’em talk real cool
The song you’ve gotta learn if you’re Liverpool

¶ 21 Leave a comment on verse 21 0 Walk on… walk on… with hope… in your heart… and you’ll ne… ver walk… alone

¶ 22 Leave a comment on verse 22 0 You’ll never walk alone

¶ 23 Leave a comment on verse 23 0 Ho-ho my word
That’s unbelievable, it really is
I think they should stick to playing football. Terrible
What do you think Rafa?

¶ 24 Leave a comment on verse 24 0 Oh Si !