Idle hands Feat. Lims

from Small Axe by Verbal Terrorists

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lyrics

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

credits

from Small Axe, released August 9, 2008
Lyrics: Drop Dead Fred, Lims, Nobull
Production: Burt

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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!