Small Axe, by Verbal Terrorists

Small Axe

by Verbal Terrorists

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1.	NE64 Life 02:43	lyrics	buy track
Chorus Let me tell you how it is in the NE6 Everybody’s very sick in the NE6 Let me tell you what’s the score in the NE4 Everybody’s very raw in the NE4 Let me tell you how it is in the NE6 Everybody’s very sick in the NE6 Let me tell you what’s the score in the NE4 Everybody’s very raw Verse 1 Certified to hurt the mic while Burt provides this wickedest track It’s the North-East Geordie party crew we’re to put that city on the map Spit a rap like phleg if you don’t like it snap your leg Like grease to the spoon it’s grimey got no cheese to the tune like smeg Fuck a daft pigeon hole beat-box is a smidgen old new sound is as rich as gold got spliffs on the go not cheng Rap tight like cocaine dealers if you don’t like don’t blame me ‘cos Still sing like do-ray-me ‘cos I’m the type to say “don’t praise Jesus” Learn through experience not some guy telling you to fear the beast The beast I fear is alive and kicking called the corporate lies and killing While those wild kids kotch on street corners watching winos drinks and read pornos All those kids just sit and see boredom so they go start nicking Spit a rhyme quick-time like concorde supersonic when the mic gets onboard Gin and tonic and a joint but I’m still on point like the design of a long-board And I go like thrice as fucking fast quick like subtle blinks or the mice up with the cats Chorus Verse 2 Tyneside heindsight, nice rhyme writers— no shy from the limelight night ciphers Divine right to the mic ignites inside us my clique’s so sick damn right we’re the tightest No shit, thick pricks don’t wanna try us flip quick like flicked switch, light fires Ever raw, settle scores with a metaphor Letters form many more very heavy storms Stepping raw with a better cause to the NE4, we rep the north (whey aye) and there’s plenty more Yo I get applause for what I said before Cos Drop Dead Fred said rock spots best plot hot sets and mock not jest Clocked cop feds and not got vexed bop heads next then stop hot press… ‘Cos that’s just what I’m here for leaving ear’s torched Tough as fuck and you know you’ve gotta fear force shut you up and you know we’re gonna clear hordes Blurt’s berserk watch him hurt the mershest, scorched the mic watch me burst the verses Northern Lights and we burn like furnace, East to West it’s a 3 crew mergence 999 an emergency, I write rhymes for insurgency Shite white lies aren’t hurting me Certainly I move with urgency line after line watch me murk the beat Got shit locked? Then I’ll turn the key Plot non-stop and I’ve birthed a beast Yo it’s Nobull the Soulful of Verbal T, this a dope fast flow you never heard from me Chorus
2.	Fuck Bovis 03:07	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 The private enterprise travels in virus form Beaurocratic blind eyes ask you to sign this form Mind is born not through the strength of the wallet Times are torn when education feeds a profit Strikes are scorned so the silent storm builds Minds are worn thin childs are forced ill diets Health food is a scone at best Kids fed shit for quids thanks to scholarest PFI schemes wouldn’t be in my dreams Neo-liberal bitter pill is a tight squeeze And I won’t swallow no bother to Bovis They receive their pay either way and they know this Married to the devil Tony B and his minions You see that he’s like Maggie when you look at all the millions Invested in the private sector You’re cheated on by neo-cons and hidden from the sly neglect of Other schools that are lacking from financial backing No business will invest ‘cos exams are slacking It’s a spiral of failure denied by the statesmen The poorest kids are left waiting If you prioritise instead of privatise see they deny and divides And education standards rise where they need to Who must I plead to? Stop letting big business bleed you Verse 2 Fuck bovis notice how I said it with authority There ain’t no stopping me from dropping these Protests to voters they owe kids apologies Fuck their property education shouldn’t be monopoly You know this we need to focus properly on policies Of horrid greed a torrid prophecy is what I see They’ll sell newborn’s souls for gold As their regime unfolds it’s goals Ignoring the screams from the ghosts of their foes Who foretold this in scrolls of old But in seriousness they got me fearing of this I’m well scared so tell Blair not to sell shares In our future but he don’t be hearing of it Deceiving appearances suffering from periods of deliriousness Steering us away from the welfare state Well there you have it is this just the start of a continuing habit I’m avid to bring callous havoc on their balance My talents is for making statements blatant So face it they lie class sizes rise Contracted factories set school meal prices high And rob you of the right to buy from elsewhere So guys use your eyes it’s no surprise that The pupils were price tagged viewed for their value in paper Written on it the dishonest promises of new labour Chorus Fuck Bovis—Privatise it Fuck Bovis—Thatcherite shit Fuck Bovis—Tony left us all sore Fuck Bovis—When he dropped clause 4 (x2) Outro New labour was voted in on the mantra education, education, education What we really got was privatisation, privatisation, privatisation With schools forced to compete for investment within an environment where companies like BOVIS are carving up the public sector for profit… Fuck new Labour, Fuck Blair and FUCK BOVIS
3.	Idle hands Feat. Lims 02:59	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 (Drop Dead Fred) We embark on an odyssey of quality phrase Leaving marks on tree bark locked in the page See the stars and I pay attention Maybe venture too far getting lost in my brain Try stay underground but on top of my game If I can’t smash I’ll pick the locks on my chains And break free from this modernist maze of consumption Policemen got truncheons and bottles of mace To knock on ya face we get nicked for pen-knives Policemen taking mens lives Cos of terror now they’re using the gun That’s just heightening the fear Not diffusing the bomb I stay calm like the mood of the song But I know I might blow cos my fuse isn’t strong Me I elevate a thirsty and righteous man Cos the devil makes work for these idle hands Verse 2 (Lims) It’s like I’m fighting fire with my right feed it with my left Sigh at the situation taste greed in my breath It’s time to choose sides pick teams They use sly sick schemes utilise your 3rd eye To scrutinise trick themes this means Nothing’s what it seems underhand Numbers can make a man turn wonders to plundered land Damn deary me we don’t give a flying duck I clearly see frankly stuck trying luck dying for a buck We’re an unsightly growth upon the planet And most cannot fathom how I’m hoping that we’ll vanish Inevitably life’s depressing just idle potentially Gets nowhere really and wipes itself out eventually We’re just clumsy monkeys, apes with hands dragging Stabbing with flags man makes the bandwagon Burn ancient forests rape tribal lands Cos the devil made work for idle hands Verse 3 (Nobull) Driven to distraction in this city of sin Cos we’re living trapped in by the grittiest things We’re willing to be villains for the prettiest bling But diven’t give in just keep chilling with kin The truth is it’s useless the future looks fruitless The youth is too clueless-shooters are cool shit The schools aren’t too prudent the rules get abused quick Poorest are deprived so the losers keep losing This wage slave labour caper degrades us We chase paper, labels and the status As state surveillance tapes us it’s watching Locked in a pigeon-hole your boxed in, faceless We place too much faith in the famous Defined by your job or the make of your trainers To rob us of our rights is their final plan Whilst the devil makes work for these idle hands
4.	Kindness is his Middle Name feat. Red Music 03:34	lyrics	buy track
The poor frustrated by the law are kept from stirring up unrest by orchestrated paranoia. The rich applaud the hate that backs their cause, a maze of hegemonic phrase shades torture past closed doors. They can do to my brain what they can do to my nation 'coz this fear enduced control creates dehumanisation on both levels: individual and social, they're using weapons to prevent us getting vocal. Fed well is the general so his job is done properly and years of power it appears has tarnished his modesty, he says he fights for freedom but embodies hypocrisy as he signed the paper, gave the word: 'demolish democracy'. The fascist saviour of a dying elite is tied to a leash, barking as we cry at his feet and his master keeps supplying him meat and lies through his teeth, claiming to be taming whilst igniting the beast. He takes whats sacred like the death of Romero, murdered during mass his last breath addressing his fellows. Like the school of the Americas, training the Contra, a syllabus of death and torture labelled a monster by only those who have came into contact. We stay naive and unaware like babies with cloth wrapped around their eyes, ears, nose, senses deprived. They claim our speech is free but they're deading the cries and for half a millenia they've been getting the prize, plundering the raw resources while the left wing divides and reforms. Sectarian times are getting us nowhere, most care but never will rise coz they're believing the media. Its trying our patience, you fear a revolution coz of lies that are blatant. You'll part with 40 bar(slang=pounds) for the lines(of cocaine) that your making whilst in Bolivian barrios children die of starvation. Uncle sam is good as gold, he bears a gift of freedom wrapped in coup d'tats and polls that are fixed by the moles making hills of these mountains, censoring the desperate sounds of children shouting. What you wont see on blue tooth, playing on your motorola: 8 trade unionists assasinated by coca-cola in Columbia. The truth rarely comforts ya, democratically elected and left wing they're bombing ya: like in Chile '79 - 11th of 9th the date brings a terrible irony. Back then began the reign of Thatcher and Reagan, 22 years on began the new plan that they're making: Pax-Americana, half the atlas for taking. Cultural imperialists attempt relaxing the nations and make them think they gotta chance to be like Richard Branson but boil it down and you only see the rich advancing. It seems their loyalties would switch at random, this is mistaken, its all planned centrally. The CIA prefer the military states that keep the rich in they're place, this is how fascists are assisting capitalism
5.	Edukators 03:06	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 Call me the Edukator enter and brake furniture Learning ya ‘bout material gains achieving them strains like hernia brehs slave to wage their brains dazed in rage ‘Bout these days of deception The paper perception creates a racist infection In place in a way to displace insurrection A faceless collection of media evils Greedier peoples got man needing the needle time to hunt the facts about guns and crack ‘Cos it’s probably material media policy that begun that People see what they can’t have ganging their manor Will have ‘em hammered with a sharp stab They gotta burgle to win their bread Cannit buy to provide like society said Overt adverts divert attention while we work in the dirt for uncertain pensions We burn the benches neo-right law shit We burn the flag with some real live raw shit Burn the heads of the counter revolutionaries ‘Cos their solution is some PFI law shit On the rock and roll doing at the back With the voice of disenfranchised on the track This a mad guy stay tuned to crack Say bun that bun that Union jack Chorus You’ve got too much money Your days of plenty are numbered you know They say that times are changing (but then) Some people never change do they? (x2) Verse 2 Edukators, we regulate the paper chasers New age Robin Hoods blocking funds from money makers Stopping cunts from cocking guns Fascist racist dictators Are blatantly haters of what is good we’re mobbing hoods like Chelsea Wealthy white collar crooks what they’re taxed is not enough Poker faced just called their bluff We’re after social equality, better global economy Government’s a waste of space from PM candidates To the local authorities branded slaves To these total monopolies with their vocal apologies To win voter’s majorities portrayed as candid ways We’ve just properly voted monotony Edukator’s militia for the good of humanity Vigilante mentality destroying media made vanity The elitist population owns this fucking nation And that’s a fact, pathetic fallacy Of the reality of money-making, testing our patience And if that’s not economic insanity then what can it be? Single parent families need saving, famished angry and sick of waiting So we’re claiming factories as benefits Actually back to the workers who endeavour shit The proletariat are practically backing me Men of grit and clever wit we’ll battle these Right wing gits who’ll never win Chorus Outro Geordie land—erase ya flag Leeds crew—erase ya flag Madchester—erase ya flag Scouse crew—erase ya flag Crystal Bristol—erase ya flag Kerno crew—erase ya flag London fam come erase ya flag All my UK crew —erase ya flag
6.	Heavy Affiliates 04:02	lyrics	buy track
Chorus V.T., W.E. heavy affiliates Sickest kids flipping scripts readily militant Villainous, get up in ya pocket like billiards Forget millions we rock 4 the thrill of it (x2) Verse 1 I Fire direct hits with my higher dialectic Dire rhyme tech shit liars get checked quick Left stressed how we rep this Verbal Terra collective You can’t picture any out there to test this Daily blending a dictionaries eat ‘em for breakfast A thesaurus for lunch to select the best lexis Connect with crews and bruise fools who lose cool With screws loose like post nine eleven perspectives Cruise through with new tunes that prove too infectious Spreading quick like vids on youtube We make the room move with an eclectic set list Live and direct like the drive in a deck of technics On my block we drop non-stop like tetris Respect this - the most distinguished linguists Kings of English but language is irrespective Fuck a grand entrance I make the best exits Chorus Verse 2 Through the power of the solar tribe Converse with worlds long lost when I hold a mic (flow it right) The dopest type reppin’ the toon army Forget a tsunami wipe you out cos I control the tides Call me Posieden the lunar lunatic with a trident Do this shit to prove I’m sick with the rhyming And fake rappers make cacker tracks that are laughable Me I’m sick as watching two dicks split a heiman And you boys are just shit burn the dark side of the spoon A ‘Pink Floydian’ slip I’m boiling this shit With more stamina more challengers all recoil to be sick We rock heavy on the set like the oldest boulder It’s the Drop Dead Fred and the Soulful Soldier Like we said we’re ever ready and militant VT and White Elephant are heavy affiliates Chorus Verse 3 On ya marks, ready, go shit the so full of soul kid Blowing up quick like heavy explosives And Freddy is ever ready to step on ya show shit We flow sick and hot you getting left in the cold kid This White Elephant clique is so close knit We roll with the old mystic scrolls when we smoke spliffs Own this, got you on a ‘lease’ like bovis You stuck in the mud we oil the wheels of progress Emcees too weak like climate change policy Spray properly to break the fake monarchy Fuck beef but I’ll still take your property My words topple you up with reverse psychology We bring the energy of rouge Taurus Yous all are getting lost like a rude tourist Too lawless with the stance of vigilantes Slow dance romance with chance we’re spitting madly
7.	Wealth of Nations 03:45	lyrics	buy track
Chorus: North/South divide, can’t deny the disparity Rich/Poor in time, gap just widens apparently Drop debt we cry, they decide on insanity East/West two sides will collide in calamity North/South divide, can’t deny the disparity Old cultures die, globalised, it’s a fallacy Pollution on the rise, trapped inside this reality East/West two sides will collide in calamity Verse 1: Well they claim it’s a process of progress What a shame they don’t notice the protests And the pain of a half of the globe’s heads ‘Cos the core just continues to grow, yet The periphery’s bitterly trapped in inefficiency Strapped for cash living crap and insufficiently As we globalize there’s no rise in prosperity It’s all total lies just divided more readily The South cast aside we deprived it so heavily The US decides-that’s a sign of hegemony I don’t give a fuck what neo-liberal scholars say When half the world works for two dollars a day And what on Earth do we have to offer in aid? Comic Relief? £26 mil is the best that we’ve raised But that couldn’t pay a day’s worth of African debt Locked in a vicious circle paying back to the West But don’t get this twisted, I applaud that generosity But let’s be realistic, it’s more about the policies Liberal institutions enforcing global poverty They profit from the poorest without apology Free trade’s not fair when it’s a 1 way affair ‘Cos the richer in the pair always take’s a greater share All that pain and despair and no one seems to care Yes, free trade’s not fair but we just sit back and stare Chorus Verse 2: So as we’ve sat and watched this New World Order emerge Have we seen the start of a borderless Earth? Via the internet people from all quarters converse Some say the cultures of the 4 corners converged We can’t try and deny that’s a fictitious depiction 2 call it Westernised’s a less suspicious description Thanks to media supremacy implicit in the system You see it’s exploitation not malicious 2 the victims Because Hollywood gives us all hours of enjoyment But trains us to chase fame and live in paranoia Multi Nationals even offer forms of employment But bleed local economies 2 the point of destroyin’ ‘em Enveloped in poverty struggling with development The only way to get by is to trade with the Americans You gotta fall in line be a modernised nation No wonder we’re facing homogenisation It’s a cultural invasion through the TV stations This status quo that they’re perpetuating Media slave-ship drives consumerist statements It’s all about the amount of money your making We’re forced to embrace this even though it degrades us The system of trade is engineered to be racist Reinforcing American ways mate it’s blatant Well no wonder the West is so greatly hated… Chorus
8.	Hardcore 03:55	lyrics	buy track
Chorus Hardcore the way we step to the microphone Speak on a beat by Blazey and we rep with the hypest tone The mic gets owned by my control grip that shit with tightest hold Inside of the livest zones we rhyme till the night gets old (x2) Verse 1 Throw a sedative pebble ya stoned inevitable Ever wrecked but never caring at all usually very lairy after voddy and red-bull Send an emcee to beddy like a rock to the temple I’m central, in terms of talent I’m the core of it Many emcees wanna test but mate they havn’t got a fourth of it A fraction of the wit a possess I’m back to spit on the best I’m making ravers wanna kick with their legs And djs wanna mix on the decks I’m bringing it wicked when I spit with the freshness Mate I’m sick with the lexis Heavy like the base on this tune is When Freddy is ready to rhyme the crowd raves and then moves him Moving up like a train to Aberdeen ‘Cos I be crossing “tracks” from the dub to the gabba scene Haven’t been mean since the New Monkey still love the sound bounce to the drum beats Still taking e’s still smoking on trees still mashed on the dance-floor pleading for beats Chorus Verse 2 Gotta Lethal Theory to get the heads nodding Blazetron sprays bass on the decks rockin’ Next stop is a wasted Matrix Rhyme real like Neophyte the agents Until the people are sick of me I be killing critics with my Evil Activities Keep on consistently smashing the radgest spits Hammer kids beating ‘em down with an Anger Fist I’m a kid who’ll gather his gang and jump ya style Raw flows kick ya legs up toe-punt ya style This raw bredda talks better the true remedy For Nu Energy is more fellas… Of the little variety never ripping it quietly I’m the type to spit on rhythms of fire, G HOT like infernos I burn flows Lost Souls get locked in a firm hold (firm hold) Low and behold I’ll proper harm you But it won’t reflect on me like Nosferatu Start the night out with the hardest jumpstyle kick Art of Fighters and some Stunned Guys shit Yo and Blazey’s spinning quickly beats like pizza are blatantly Thin and Crispy And if you don’t sleep you get my fucking respect “Cos sleep is the cousin of death” Chorus
9.	New Britain 04:29	lyrics	buy track
Chorus New Labour, new danger in this cruel landscape Mind-states never changing thanks to the newspapers New legislation controlling the nation New race hate campaigns and it’s blatant Inter-religious relations are facing New tribulations I’m here to save it And teach through my true spitting Welcome to the streets of this New Britain Verse 1 Was it malicious intent that got innocent men Shot on sight, forgot the right to a fair trial No forthcoming apologies just square denial From the police chiefs, honestly Just ‘cos he looked suspicious and incensed And an immigrant, insufficient incentive Not a probably retaliation is imminent Sickened with the situation, it’s blatant That these incidents only encourage more kids To turn terrorist and isolate Asian communities Through intimidation and shit, yo it’s making me sick Martial law brought into partial force Is this the way that we live? Martyrs are all made By brainwashing the kids with distorted persepectives Why would British leeds kids believe this? Mind-states infected with red-mist and grievances You see it’s the anti-Eastern feeling And all the resentment shown by local residents Not to mention the covert condolence of the American President Racism still boils under the surface there’s still purges that hurt kids It’s just not as readily evident yo we’re steadily deading it But the papers are penning shit about immigrants And little kids are led to believe the propaganda of idiots Racial hatred is hideous but it seems to be indigenous Chorus Verse 2 It’s like glorification the laws in the making They’re running the government like the walls gonna cave in I’m sort of amazed when these laws go through ‘Cos they’re treating the street peeps like war-zone troops Where’s our rights at? I write tracks recite facts You can try and fight terror but it’s only gonna fight back So how you gonna kill a methodology The real evil is dictating your foreign policy Mr. “Witch Project” sucking up to “shrubbery” Democracy’s a farce and it’s daylight robbery Some time soon I’ll be taking it back making a stand For the mans who be playing life properly But they’ll get you if they can like in Manchester Hatching up some piece of bullshit to try and capture ya Innocent citizens demonised in the press Under arrest for a crime that was never a threat Thought police coming to a building on your street I know it’s the wrong approach it’s only bringing more beef They make us scared so we let them take our rights away Get prepared I ain’t giving up the fight today Got too many sectarians in the left wing Parliamentarians ain’t rebelling ‘cos they’ll get skinned It’s all the work of internal forces Abusing their powering and use of certain sources Chorus Verse 3 Cartoons caused controversy in all honesty That act was derogatory but the rash fast backlash Was in fact such a mockery I hate the brash twats But free speech has to be legitimate policy It bothers me that the rightist writers Latch on to the slightest sign of divide ‘cos They’re hyping this into a war of 2 sides With Islam verses democracy The Muslim moderates, they want a stop to it But the media spin-doctorship Warps and distorts the thoughts of the populace Cos on our tv screens all we ever seem to see is The views of extremists so the BNP believe it Is a war of cultures imminent? East versus West and everybody’s getting militant Please don’t buy into it, ‘cos this should be a war of reason versus ignorance Chorus
10.	I Mustn't Forget 05:14	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 Coming from way back when I used to count my keepy ups Dalecks from Dr. Who and Count Dracula would keep me up Taking refuge behind settees life was easy Now a lack of drugs will keep me up at night I used to be a timid rabbit then I grew up Now I only shy away from kicking habits Days were longer back then now they slip away It’s a shame now I don’t anticipate Christmas day And it makes the winter seem colder in pictures I look different but diven’t feel older I guess it’s all relative more sedatives make talk A flawed sentiment more relatives pass away (That’s a shame) as they say “life goes on” live past the pain Grasses make haste to me passing blame Me I stay true to me mates and me fathers name Chorus Who I am now seems strange I’m not who I was he changed So I mustn’t forget What I did in the past ‘cos these things are the things that I am No I mustn’t forget That little speccy kid with the snot rag That little Freddy kid he was not bad I mustn’t forget I’m the blood of my parents And these are the people that care most I mustn’t forget Verse 2 I used to think my bedtime was too early Then I grew up and bedtime was dirty I remember when being up at midnight was like shit tight Im a real fuckin big guy (hey) It’s funny how things change Money was a luxury it’s now thick chains Locking us to the game putting doubt in my brain There’s not gonna be a change the pound is to blame I ride a lot coz it saves us time I used to ride around the block with me stabilizers Lately I’ve been brakin silences Coz I’ve grown a brain since the first days I blazed the pipe and spliff Nowadays I ride a mic and rock the bars Proper charged no dynamite façade Back then I used to jump in the air like Bucky O’Hare And pretend that I was in the Byker Mice from Mars Chorus Verse 3 No I mustn’t forget The biscuits the tea and the buzzing shortbreads Or when I could get pissed and not suffer sore heads Or when I first kissed my little brothers bald head When I was six words I barely could read Now it’s sick words I set on the beat got flair with the speech And as the shit stirs kids learn disses And lose the words of Big Bird from Sesame Street Before blue movies it was Blue Peter It used to be a sip and now it’s 2 litres I’m proving I’m sick with true speaker Do deeper rhymes than you and your kids your crews weaker I remember when I hated hip-hop Then I learned to appreciate the way that it drops Pretty soon I started spitting it too But I won’t ever forget what I did in my youth (it’s like)
11.	Rising Up 04:18	lyrics	buy track
Chorus And as the world keeps turning round People’s eyes stay closed We work in dirt to earn our pound But if the word is spread throughout People’s eyes shall open Ya smirks will turn to frowns ‘Cos we’re rising up Verse 1 (Drop Dead Fred) Time to wise up taking it back eye for eye stuff Beat them pigs til they’re blue and they’re black Cos the Union Jack is a flag we light up Mr.B can boss the beat, me I just speak the prophecy To me it’s obvious we don’t got no real democracy Votes don’t count for shit it’s funny The biggest power-the biggest money Run by corporations the cross on the paper is pure symbolic Our power is in the back pocket Don’t buy shit and kill the demand for it Use your imagination think of a life not living with brand products That’s the way to make a change All got to play in the game for greater days Don’t be ‘sheeple’ buying shit you don’t need And reading the Daily Mail Some say you get sent to hell if you pick up a needle inject yourself Some say that the poles are switching and we’re all gonna die by 2012 Some say that God looks over us Some say that there’s aliens over us Some say that there’s chemicals in planes That the government is spraying over us Some say that the government run crack Making money off the young uns that bun that Some say that the towers and planes was a powerful fake And the government done that Chorus Verse 2 (Nobull) Attention please freeze, feel the tension ‘cos we’re sending A message clear we fear intentions, of them henchmen Resenting laws so we’re here to amend ‘em and the sentence Is life for them shiest types getting sniped and I’d rather Die for the cause than live my live as a fraud all that shite like Nine to fives and driving a ford and with all them holidays on some island abroad and it’s like they Make a bomb from financing wars so we’re try to Incite the hordes cos the timing is yours and it’s like the Nine eleven intelligence evidence mebbes not the President but the federals set it up and for me that’s No question a fucking definite so you see that Verbal Terrorists are heading this movement and we call for An Improvement ‘cos rulers are useless and it’s like more Squalid families are modern tragedies so the times up 4 This horrid fallacy in solidarity we’ll rise up Chorus Verse 3 (Drop Dead Fred) That’s right we’re rising up your time is up I’m telling you Gonna lock all the rich men down in chains and give all the beggars suits Stand firm and rep the crew fight for the right to a better view Got a detonator in hand to blow up the inland revenue And we’re facing the target cannot get away from the target Some of you relate to the target cos we’re all getting paid by the target So it’s hard to achieve some say too far for your reach Got ya money for your Guardian, G but remember there’s kids that are starving to eat Need an international movement calling for a rational improvement Put on bashments to prove that we can work as one and stay happy as a unit Need to unmask this puppetry the real power is monetary In a world-wide minimum wage that relates to your country’s currency Rich companies are killing us paying for a hearse then billing us The power to rebel is still in us need to do it for our children ‘cuz We ain’t got much left mother-nature’s not gonna pardon Chopping forests costs us breath but worse still it costs us carbon Chorus (x2)
12.	Dance of the Money Men feat. The Old Rope String Band 05:42	lyrics	buy track
Verse 1 (Nobull) I watch the moneymen spend their weekends on the high-street Pretend to pity them but still dragging my feet Thinking I’m a cog in this system feels terrible Only power we got is to buy or be ethical the Earth’s core has been corrupted by capital Language constructed to make critics laughable Our lexis is limited with synonyms and parables They say it’s dog eat dog we all turn cannibal The rights and the freedoms that the liberals envision Are all about the liberties a citizen’s given Undermine the group for individualism Maybe why villains are overfilling the prisons But listen ‘cos this system limits ya vision Capitalism killing any life that’s fulfilling You work a nine to five for life in an office And spend all your free time buying products A slave to corporations we line their pockets Do you never stop and think this might be bollocks? Chasing false dreams and a snidey promise It’s selfish self help shit let’s try and be honest I guess Consumerism makes the earth go round And we’ll do anything just to earn a pound But whilst we consume the 3rd world’s left out So the moneymen can shout but we need 2 burst out Chorus (rapped) Ching, ching, ching goes the beat that we dance to Or left on welfare and never get a chance to Work, work, work just to spend, spend, spend Whilst we’re stuck in the crowd that watch the Dance of the Money Men (x2) (sung) We watch the dance of the money men they cackle and the scream We take a chance on the lottery we love to buy the dream But there is nothing at this rainbow’s end There isn’t any crock of gold to spend Verse 2 (Drop Dead Fred) The scummy money men hide up their sleeve The silk for the web that they’re trying to weave You might shop lift for kids that are crying to eat Or spend a nugget on a ticket ‘cos you’re buying the dream But the liars will scheme and say you don’t exist Take you off the list, you’ll reside in the street Denied the right to claim benefit made then to spend another night with no heat Standing at the cemetery gate We mourn for the corpse of the welfare state Cos they harvest the markets with targets they tell us make Then brake down things to get in our way It’s like Bovis and Jarvis can profit from our suffering Whilst information keeps buffering I keep loving me mother but that’s another thing Gotta get out this mouth that the credits crunching in Bridge Chorus Outro (Old Rope String Band) Some people have everything, most people have nothing The poor people get more poor the rich people get richer They talk about privatise that’s a word that we despise Instead what we advise is to re-nationalise And 1 day we will watch their system crumble and fall Everybody’s got the right to share it all…

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Small Axe is the debut studio album from Verbal Terrorists. It features 12 tracks of real Hip Hop inspired by dubstep, grime, electro, folk and above all else the capitalist hegemony we live under! Guests include Hip-Hop enigma Lims and local legends Red Music and the Old Rope String Band. The entire project was self catered and paid for out of the pockets of the group members. Please show your support for independent and revolutionary music by buying it now...

“A Combination of Chomskyian intellectual rigour and deft street poetics...The album’s soundscape is as eclectic as you’re likely to hear from any hip-hop album out there... the lyrics are no less captivating than the clever musical elements holding them together.

Needless to say; Small Axe is sure to beat ten shades out of most rap albums released these days.”

-Tom Clements, Rhythm Circus. Full Review at: tinyurl.com/63k8ayz

"Verbal Terrorists’ excellent debut Small Axe delivers just what it says on the tin – ‘Governmental advisory: seditious lyrics’ – with passion, panache and intelligence and some banging beats to boot...

...Enunciative skill and dexterity shine throughout, offering political insight without arrogance or contrivance...

...this CD represents a valuable addition to anyone’s library – I’ll certainly be enjoying it on a regular basis"

-Tom Jennings, Freedom Fortnightly Magazine (Anarchist Publication), full review at libcom.org/library/ismall-axei-verbal-terrorists

"Small Axe is a set of facts, opinions and, it has to be said, choooons..."

"There’s the local, familiar level. The political level. The British society level. The international understanding. And just an all round library of first class, PhD dissertations."

-Britishhiphop.co.uk

“This blistering release nails their colours (principally red) to many a mast. But their polemic doesn’t get in the way of an inventive sound...Great Stuff”

-The Crack Magazine full review at: www.thecrackmagazine.com/index.php?section=2&category=16

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released August 9, 2008

Lyrics: Drop Dead Fred and Nobull
Guests: Lims, Red Music and The Old Rope String Band
Production: Mr. Blazey, Burt, Ezra88, Drop Dead Fred
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Mr. Blazey at the NE6 Studio

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Verbal Terrorists UK

Verbal Terrorists are a politically motivated hip hop group from Newcastle, UK. We are independent activists who seek to challenge the hegemonic culture and ideology through music and direct action!