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Album Intro
01:56
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2. |
Don't Believe
04:14
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Verse (Nobull)
Soulful Soldier enter stage left, right on the beat
Writing to me is like a soldier left right with his feet
It’s military precision when I’m spitting writtens and killing it
Flipping rhythms ripping riddles and deciphering speech
In its belly living livid take the life of the beast
I’m too slight for it to sight so it’s not frightened of me
But that just proves it’s too short sighted and weak
A hegemonic monolith comprised of lies and deceit
We’re taking heads off we’re making moves here
So turn your tube off we’re telling truths here
Because the media’s a demon spreading fear and deceiving
Leaving people reeling with only the screen to believe in
But if only seeing is believing what is reading or reason
Or independently conceived critique enlightened perceiving?
You see then what we’re fed is disproportion and lies
The media and the state caught up by corporate ties
But caution they’re sly distorting your eyes and causing divides
Islam the scapegoat that’s contorting your mind
The democratic pretence makes control legitimate
Manufacturing consent to keep your soul illiterate
The internet’s a tool for us to use though so consider it
When they try and take it from us because you know it’s imminent
We need local solutions mixed with global collusion
A network of social movements focussed and prudent
Chorus
Don’t believe what you read don’t believe what you see
Don’t believe what you hear yo unless it’s VT
They deceive you for real so perceive and be free
Just believe in yourself to achieve what you seek
Don’t believe in the lies don’t believe in the greed
Don’t deceive your own eyes fight the powers that be
Just conceive your own life it’s not easy but please
Just believe in yourselves to achieve and be free
Verse (Drop Dead Fred)
All around me I see a sedated nation asleep
Heavily medicated by the bait papers they read
And fake lies that are biased up on state TV
I’m getting tired of waiting to awaken the beast
It’s VT rising up like we’re baking the yeast
With bread for the revolutionaries waiting to feast
And when we get out the oven we’ll take to the streets
Armed with cameras to catch police breaking the peace
Because now we have a mechanism
To give the press and the state a definite taste of their own medicine
Upload to Youtube and Indymedia
Show the world how we let the Met get so menacing
There’s always more reporters than black bloc
They follow the few and portray us all as a mad flock
All in a snapshot sensationalised
The public get a shot of the truth – the chaser is lies
Pigs in disguise wait for a rise
And when it kicks off throws bricks so the riot squad is justified
Some come alive in the clash some run and hide
But the real cowards have shields, bats and visor covered eyes
You know it’s lies when they tell you the figures
The number of protestors is definitely bigger
And the noise of the mainstream is like the sound of vultures
Picking apart the half dead carcass of counter-culture
Chorus
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3. |
Dreamer
03:19
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Nobull
Don’t stick to the script I just spit tight flows
I rip this to bits when I kick nice prose
I’m pissed at the pigs so I blitz live-o
‘Cos I’m Lifting the lid on the sick five-o (fuck the po po)
The mic mystro grip like a rifle
Opening eyes to the lies that the wise told
It’s not a sign of the times that we’re stifled
Check the lines they devised in the Bible
It’s Nobull the host with the mostest
Cos I’m controlling the flows like Moses
It’s psychosis society’s quite focussed
To dough we’re devoted to own in high doses
But where’s the onus the owners try’n own us
False hopes shown by the blind voters
The left wing’s a joke broke and quite hopeless
With rifts and the shit just split like mitosis
So you can quote this we need to focus
Get off your sofas our death approaches
But it’s not over we need to focus
Take control unite the fight soldiers
I raise my fist for Tunisia, Peace to Egypt, and to Libya
The Middle East to Bolivia - it’s people power getting rid of ya
I’m a conscious dreamer not a blind believer
Fuck the media you shouldn’t buy the lies either
No one’s illegal without the right visa
Dreams should be deeper than ice and beamers
In my dreams we’re all equal kind and like teachers
And we perceive that mankind’s the right keepers
For the planet pick up the right pieces
Dream but don’t sleep or they might defeat us
Drop Dead Fred
In the city people keep sleep walking
Don’t listen to distant voices but we keep sleep talking
Promises were made before elections nobody kept ‘em
Next step inception ‘cos your dreams need storming
Wake up, wake up rise from your slumber
Break the spell of the mind that you’re under
Thoughts must flow like the Forth, Thames, Tyne or the Humber
Before we can rise from the slumber
Gotta know that you’re dreaming before you can wake
No more time for ignoring it mate
Mother Nature is bleeding
And I’m not sure how much more she can take
Faster than cars when I’m smashing the bars hot
Treat VT as an alarm clock get up, get out of bed
The markets will always crash join our flock
Be a heard of enlightened people
No shepherd under church steeples
No wolves at the door, no bailiffs
Let’s make the courts and be the plaintiffs
I’m a dreamer but I’m being realistic
Just believe what I see not a mystic
Fuck the cryptic talk I’ma keep this neat
People, wake up!
It’s Verbal Terrorists Shangxi productions repping this
The level headed rebels put the pedal to the metal shit
The beat is venomous better it’s blessed with eloquence
We rose to prevalence repping with heavy relevance
(Said It’s the) Verbal Terrorists Shangxi you know it’s effortless
Stepping up in ya premises with evident eloquence
(With the) Seditious elements dreamers who wish to better this
Shangxi and the Terrorists repping this to the death of us
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Nobull
Its ominous days we’re lost in this modernist maze
Casino capitalists play for monopoly stakes
Real life pain to them it’s a property game
Whilst the bottom play the lottery or solemnly pray
The media’s got the populace properly trained
To turn our hate inwards in a labatomous state
Divide by our sex, class and often our race
But me I fight racism and misogyny mate
It’s not for debate non-white women face greater burdens
2 dollars a day the kinda pay that they’re earning
Sexploitation at a rate that’s disturbing
When girls as young as six watch their weight its concerning
We’re bringing home the bacon for these pigs that lie to me
Cameron’s a little man we’re the BIG SOCIETY
He’s just a front not the one who gives the demands
The real puppet master is the invisible hand
Chorus
Mass Production, Mass Consumption
Its critical mass in this mass dysfunction
Mass confusion, Mass corruption
Our class has suffer for this crap to function
Mass Production, Mass Consumption
The Mass media’s a weapon of mass destruction
Need a mass movement against this mass corruption
So Prose and VT got the masses bumping
Efeks
I feel the pressure of the world on these shoulders
As a poor family mourns another street soldier
The heat smoulders hell fire and brimstone
Slowly dying from the bacon I bring home
The chickens have been cloned sick with a syndrome
Another white rapper’s get rich with a ring tone
My phone is cancerous killing my sanity
Images on the idiot box that never challenge me
I never dumb down I ain’t for the salary
I’m living for the music and the love from my family
I’m doing this with diligence others will haphazardly
Put together bars and hooks that lack clarity
Tragedy brings pain witness a heretic
I’m seeing new faces hearing the same rhetoric
Prose and Verbal Terrorists connect for your benefit
Rhyming for a reason we ain’t here for the hell of it (fuck ya deficit!)
Chorus
Nobull
It’s a board-game CEOs play musical chairs
And who really cares so long as they’re not losing your shares
Watch for political snakes and corporate career ladders
Fuck a war on terror don’t let the fear grab us
From the telly that distorts and distracts the youth
To the bombs that we drop on Gadaffi’s troops
And when we hit civilians, the body bags we use
Are mass produced for a profit and that’s the truth
A major label’s marketing the latest rhymer
Whilst my Ecko hoody label says “made in China”
Racked with guilt but hey I gotta stay designer
Fuck that pick a side time to make your mind up
There’s blood sweat and tears sat in your sock draw
They don’t want us linking sweatshop to shop floor
They want us fighting over less jobs while stocks soar
A rebel without much but this isn’t a lost cause
Chorus (x2 )
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Chorus
No ifs, no buts, no fees, no cuts
No more buying lies from these evil fucks
No ifs, no buts, no fees, no cuts
No surrender no retreat not me, not us
No ifs, no buts, no fees, no cuts
No rotten politician can speak for us
No ifs, no buts, no fees, no cuts
No surrender, no retreat, not me, not us
Nobull
Clegg claims we haven't read up he thinks that we're fools
You patronising fuck you're the one whose ignorant dude
You think 50 grand of debt wouldn't influence you?
And it's not just the money it's the principle too
Why should the next generation pay for your crisis
While big business dodge tax and evade the law like this
They talk of fairness everyone's feeling the squeeze
A cabinet of millionaires who got free degrees
They say the recession was made by irresponsible debt
So what's the government done in response to this threat?
Charge the students more leave the poor wanting instead
Solving debt with more debt's an incompetent bet
And that's not the only reason I despise the policy
Cos it's not right to treat knowledge like commodity
Anger in streets the press can't describe it properly
Calling petty vandalism violence, honestly?
Regarding police as the divine authority
I saw them charge with horses but they deny atrocities
It's no surprise and yet it rightly bothers me
That we value human life less than private property
It's 1984 spreading like a virus
Having de ja vu cos we got striking minors
From the schools not the pits a frightening likeness
Students and workers unite and fight beside us!
Chorus
Drop Dead Fred
Once more, rich bailed out by the poor
Lopsided cuts bringing us through class war
Queen's subjects with nuff debts are taxed more
Than the rich fat cats who dodge through the back door
Look at Tesco, registered in Britain alone
But with Seven Sister companies out in Monaco
The cost of the cuts to the DSS
Could be covered by the unpaid debts of Vodafone
That knob from Topshop knows what's what
Got the whole lot boxed off
It's got me mad distressed cos he cashed a cheque
For over a billion quid and wasn't taxed a cent
It's like they've got the game theory on lock
So the strategy is spanners in imperial cogs
Boycott big chains burn the big 3 and rise up
It's high time we wise up
Chorus
Nobull
I'm sick of living off crumbs of a table we have made
From the bread that we have baked using wheat we have raised
Now they're putting up funds and taking EMA
We want to save jobs but don't forget that we are slaves
See we put in the hard work they just pocket the funds
So I'm in the streets shouting at the top of me lungs
We're claiming them back from these opulent scum
I'm plotting not stopping till we topple these cunts
This one's for the mums, the students and the migrants as well
It's rich two toffs telling us to tighten our belts
Say goodbye to our jobs goodbye to our health
Might as well tighten the noose on kids bright with no wealth
Does smashing windows constitute actual violence?
I'll tell you what the real fucking staggering crime is
We pay a thousand pound a week for Cameron's stylist
Is your tax misspent? Cos I'm adamant mine is
No money for our schools but we can pay for our troops
Disgracing our youth with lies displayed on the news
It's blatant abuse they're manipulating the truth
About police brutality won't engage with the proof
My lyrics laced with fury but I'm staying astute
Gracing the booth with the pain of kids facing the boot
From the dirty pigs they're the real thugs on the streets
Like NWA we say FUCK THE POLICE!
Chorus
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6. |
Give Thanks
03:50
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Chorus
When I’m feeling down and out broke and so lethargic
It’s easy to mope and focus on the hardships
I give thanks there’s hope amongst the darkness
And just remember that home is where the heart its
(X2)
It’s a beautiful day got the sun on my face
And even though I’m bogged down and stuck in the race
The rays melt the grey the pain turns to nothing and fades
Give thanks for my girl and my wonderful mates
To my grandparents, dad, mum and my sister
It’s hard when I’m away you know I miss ya
Wish that I was cooking food with soul in the kitchen
Dropping knowledge round the table cos I know that ya listenin
Times are hard then they’ve never been easy
But I know we change for the better believe me
Politicians and rich folk are pathetic and greedy
But I’ve still got hope and they’ll never defeat me
I love to see the people rise with their force
Feel the buzz on streets when we fight for cause
Striving for more than crumbs and these libellous laws
Live and it’s raw the thrill when my rhymes get applause
Chorus
I’m glad that I was raised in a Council flat
Cos it gave me my perspective and I’m proud of that
Both my folks were broke but they both were great
Let me make my own choices and my own mistakes
As for VT you know I’ll rep Freddy for life
Cos he nurtured my skills and we’ve weathered incredible strife
And to my other friends even though we’re miles apart
I still feel close as ever when we vibe and spark
I guess that isn’t really so surprising
When we go back further than the whole horizon
You know that I cherish the littlest moments
Sitting over a pint reminiscing with old friends
Memory lanes well trodden like the streets of my hometown
Such a pretty city it’s a pity that it chucks and throws down
I love the feeling when Blazey plays me the dope sounds
Or we rock a show out and it makes me feel so proud
Chorus
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Chorus
We keep waging this war on terra
A war on Earth a war on terra firma
Greed, pollution, famine we can’t go much further
To kill each other for a nice little earner
We keep waging this war on terror
A war on earth a war on terra firma
200 hundred years and we’ve still not learned yet
We’re killing our planet and its daylight murder
Nobull
Listen up it’s no convenient truth
Cos we’ve fucked the planet and don’t believe in the proof
See for me the Gaia theory’s just a feeble excuse
For big business and us all to proceed to pollute
The Stern Report offering an ominous warning
We need to mitigate but we can’t stop it from warming
The Copenhagen summit made flawed by the Hegemons
Imagine all the people like the chorus of John Lennon’s song
By next century of course they’ll be dead and gone
Men are wrong so take heed of what I pen in songs
Kids are starving another trillion spent on bombs
What a sentiment where on earth do we get it from?
It’s this capitalist system that distorts all our views
The rich will always win and the poor will always lose
But it’s more than that it’s the habits that we’re forced to have
Consumerism makes us waste we can’t ignore the fact
We’re told to take it all and never give a morsel back
Social obligation gets scorned and warped by cash
This whole fucking system teaches us to be selfish
If you ask me this self-help just isn’t healthy
Governments are at fault but it’s deeper than that
We’re so apathetic and keep repeating this crap:
Like “What can one person do? Perform miracles?”
The planet’s inhabited by billions of individuals
Chorus
Stic.man
Earth quakes, mudslides, hurricanes, tsunamis
Should we blame mommy earth or should we blame it on the army?
With the HAARP weapon I say the mind is the smart weapon
It’s not a war between the cross and the star and crescent
It’s the war within, struggle is a hidden blessing
A drop of wisdom’s like water in the hottest desert
From executives to farmer peasants
We share the karma of the earth what we sew is reaped by our descendents
For every bomb that Obama’s sending I’m offended
The revolution is the future like a hybrid engine
The daily stress causes hypertension
But we rebel against the cycle and refuse to be the silent victims
Drop Dead Fred
We only have one planet and its health isn’t good
Got multinationals waging War On Terra selling its blood
And as the meek toil the oil peeks its not sustainable
Talk about shooting yourself in the foot
It’s like the irony of biofuel plantations
Being one of the major causes of deforestation
Got pricks carving up carbon sinks
And selling of the produce as green fuel, It fucking stinks
(It’s like) a week before disaster was nobody scared
When half of BP’s stockholders sold their shares?
And they can still break records in the midst of a crisis
Cos they offload the problem - bring up the prices
While I’m killing my chest with shoddy fags
For whatever reason Fema invest in body bags
Because even those that walk the right path
Will feel the wrath when Terra Firma fights back
Chorus
Stic.man
Yea, Verbal Terrorists – RBG Worldwide
Dead Presidents solidarity is the movement
Get power or get out the way!
Salute!
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8. |
Subwise Soldiers
03:39
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Chorus
Make your character be known
Revolutionary soldiers and warriors
Raise ya hand up for the sound
Subwise soldiers and warriors (x2)
Nobull
Many mans wanna jam in a grimey cipher
With the mic in my hand I’m precise as snipers
If ya rhymes are the tightest I might surprise ya
Think the time is right for us to shine the brightest
Too many nine to fivers living life the blindest
Knife fights, night life, pay the price of midas
When I drop the heavy shit you lift lighters
Adrenaline setting in the crowd is hyper
I’m repping the north when I’m ripping it raw
I’m checking the score and belittling frauds
Endorsing more wars for your pitiful cause
But fuck a poor law corporate liberal whore
In syllables and syntax we stick to the facts
Me and Fred back to back with the wickedest tracks
Sick as syphilis, vociferous, ridiculous raps
Envious emcees evergreen coniferous cats
Oh! I’m slaughtering foes
Flow! With the naughtiest prose
So! I’m raw and it shows
You don’t know Joe? That’s just how it goes
Nobull the Soulful I’m rocking ya premises
Ya got no hope of stopping the Terrorists
That’s standard like nights in with bottles of Herefords
Venomous elements get toppled with eloquence
Seditious sentiments delivered with diligence
The illest will is still in us deliverance imminent
The tightest describe us with similar synonyms
The Soldier Who blows flows killing the ignorance
Blaauw!!! Leave it dead on its feet
Battle fat cats and the feds on the street
Step to the left wing then you’re stepping to me
Warriors wage war whilst blessing the beat
Chorus
Drop Dead Fred
Step to the front we’re blatantly blazing again
Grip the mics and awaken the pens
Beware of the snakes and the fakers they’re making attempts
Don’t mistake them for friends
For them it’s all about cash ‘mercialise shit and it gets worthless
Wanna talk ‘bout the flash stuff you got?
Trust me boy my styles more like a circus
Like a travelling man wanna live life by the fat of the land
Slice with a sickle smash with a hammer in hand
My words come like a battering ram
I’m the type of guy that won’t nine to five
Surfing on sub-base high as a kite
Mugs wanna try and be fly
I say take two of these and have a go at trying to fly
And take off from the roof first
I see you losing your nerve ‘cos the truth hurts
Me I flow with the prose while their crews getting merked
‘Cos they proved that they’re worse after two words
Talking all hard with boring bars all bravado and no skill
They’re all getting scarred ‘cos I’m raw with the jargon
Talk from the heart and my flows ill
Kids wanna chat about grime
You know through and through that they couldn’t do time
Gannin’ on like they’re living the grime life
But they don’t know ‘bout the reasons why like
There’s a massive divide
Between the rich and poor and it gradually climbs
Police got tasers and mace for your face
And then wonder why there’s kids out carrying knives
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Nobull
We’re programmed to consume the day we leave the womb
An endless appetite that grows with every moon
We plunder raw resources as commercial mercenaries
Poor mother-nature gets no maternal leave
Whilst we continue killing forests, burning trees
Just to fuel the flaming furnace of modernity
We enforce our habits through cultural imperialism
The Third world’s just the vulture of materialism
Picking little scraps off a bare-bone carcass
Embittered by the fact we don’t share those hardships
In a strangle grip at the hands of the market
Invisible like cash that Wall Street parts with
The corporate sectors the most evil of giants
Raping the planet while we’re weak and compliant
Money causes envy, greed and the violence
The money myth sold to us by media tyrants
But it can’t paint pictures, and it can’t write books
Money can’t buy beauty but it can change looks
Money can’t buy friends and money can’t buy love
For money to spend we give our whole lives up
You can’t eat or breathe it when you’re striving for breath
The Monetary system is just a cycle of debt
Societal psychosis we chase right to our deaths
This life is a mess but believe there’s fight in us yet
Chorus
Is it the root of all ego the root of evils?
The method of genocide executing poor people
Money, cash, moolah it goes by many names
In this world run by paper it’s time to make some change
It’s got no intrinsic value and no real worth
But for the love of money we’ll even kill our own Earth
Dough, dosh, dollars it goes by many names
In this world run by paper it’s time to make some change
Cyclonious
Yea money’s got em wiling out tryina profile
Lose yourself through the wealth tryina stack big piles
You work like a slave and when it’s time to get paid
You can’t cover the basic needs from day to day
Getting squeezed slowly by the unholy
Still boldly scorned by the system listen you can’t hold me
I make money never will it make me
Tryina make yourself bigger than what we really see
See them draw out the heat for what ain’t real it’s a receipt
TO pay the bearer on demand the sum that you keep
Stay asleep see the tale aint unique
Many crippled by the currency and admit defeat
It’s a tool and it turns many into fools
It’s a trip to see you flip watch you drool
More money more problems and more debt
More stress more pain see them all get set
Chorus
Nobull
Like Damocles my overdrafts hanging over my head
No hope of redress no options I’m slow to progress
It’s not just me seems the whole worlds choking on debt
But we’re blind to the truth our eyes not opening yet
They say this monetary system harbours the inventive
I say take a look at the market disincentives
No cure for cancer and no cure for aids
Cos pharmaceuticals can’t make sure it pays
And its harder to profit off of summit that’s abundant
That’s why renewables always suffer for the funding
That’s why new technology soon becomes redundant
The whole economy’s based on ludicrous assumptions
Like trickledown theory and infinite growth
But wealth gets concentrated and Earth is limited so
Instead of money, profit and corporate greed
We all should conceive a system of resources and needs
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Chorus
Let’s start a riot! We’re lighting fires!
You wanna step to the Terrorists? Try it!
Let’s stand united against these tyrants
And make our words and our actions direct!
Let’s start a riot! Inciting live shit
Cos they’re denying the corporate violence
Let’s stand united and not divided
With words and actions that are direct!
Rick Fury
Ring the fire alarm it’s Rick I’m high and I spark it
Setting fire to carpets bringing light to the darkness
Let’s get this riot started and wreck the fucking place
Rock a rag around me neck but never cover up me face
The cockroach that was stepped upon
So when the rest are gone I’ll be repping strong throwing petrol bombs
At anyone that I think is fundamentally wrong
I’m ready for revolution soon as I pencil a song
And just because I write divn’t think I wouldn’t fight
I’m up at night sharpening dart learning to chuck ‘em right
So when it pure kicks off to fuck
I’ll be ready with fire fuel sticks rocks and such
This is it no turning back you cannit stop the buzz
Try to lock us up we’ll flipping put cops in cuffs
It’s all backwards Terrorists assemble a crowd
While I climb up high get everyone’s attention and shout (howare then!)
Chorus
Drop Dead Fred
You can’t ignore the blatant fact
The poor man on his back is getting more frustrated at
The government have cut public spending drastically
Whilst helping out the rich by cutting corporation tax
Meaning the rich’ll get rich
And the youth get no leg up to get of the ditch
Stitched up lips will be how their face looks
Now they’re worried ‘bout getting nicked for what they say on Facebook
Politicians claim they’re bereft of values
Politicians claim they’re senseless vandals
Politician’s claims set the example
When the Politicians claimed in the expenses scandal
I’m not trying to say looting is justified
But it’s a symptom of a society with such divides
The poor on the floor straight got their backs breaking
The rich get the benefits of living in a tax haven
Whilst Britain arms the world with insane weapons
A youth gets stopped and searched every eight seconds
What can we take from the lessons of 8/8/11?
Talk of water-cannons and more state repression
Coppers are rotten and the hacks are rancid
Pull you out your wheelchair tap ya phone quick
The situation for the youth is sadly drastic
Inheriting hell is the plight of Thatcher’s grandkids
Nobull
Police just claimed another life I’m thinking fuck this
I’m with the Duggen family itching for justice
Every day they stop and search us fixing to bust us
And if we talk back even kicked us and punched us
We don’t respect authority can you blame us?
When pigs are in bed with phone hacking newspapers
Thieving politicians and the folly of bankers
Fuck authority man it’s all morally bankrupt
They don’t why should we take responsibility?
Should we blame rap music or the constant imagery?
That brands bombard us with on a daily basis
But those cunts in parliament too afraid to face this
Starkey showed society’s still innately racist
So before you judge me let’s try trading places
What’s a broken window when you’re from a broken home?
They’ve robbed our futures all we stole was phones
I’ve got no job, I’m hopeless with nothing to lose
Lost and confused bottled up tell me what would you do?
When the only power you got left is self destructive
I feel for those who lost homes when all hell erupted
Lock me up it was a matter of choice
I’m not inciting riots this is just a narrative voice
Get organised so next time people feel aggressive
We can direct that anger against the real oppressors
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11. |
How Long
03:26
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(How long, how long, how long will it take? How long will it take to be free)
Chorus
Professor with the Midas touch beats to gold
Reap sown seeds so must be the flow
Grown through the process of actual habitatual
Natural life trust me I know
This bassline aint battery farmed
If you box your existence you gradually harm it
You don’t wanna see your creativity stunted
By some jargonistic genre blogging chronic dumb shit
Up on top of his lap
With a facade more see-through than what I got from the tap
This Cilla humour gets a “lorra lorra” laughs
But I flow to take the land back twoking the map
So face the day the flavour maker kids you not
This is not time to waste on if it’s laser bass or glitch hop
Cos serotonin is essential to the brain
We need the sunshine like the consequence of rain
Essentially the sentence stays the same
Re-arrange the format come another day
The words’ll make more sense if put another way
I’ve got a funny feeling that the seasons have changed
We’ll soon have monsoons not drizzles in June
And winters so cold you’d rather live on the moon
So in short get yourself out experience the freshness
Give me a cheer if you get this...
Chorus
Break the safety barrier make it hasty
Do the DIY take the piece of pie pastry
Nature made greed and greed hated nature
That’s why the simple danger was the final infiltrator
Set the contract to do greed’s dirty work
Soon people flew to the task like the early bird
In the thirty-first century is likely we might be
Drowned by Aquarius and rightly so
The flow was code 42 the most thought he drew
Plans would grow surely true
But he forgot the damn anomalies
Rocking man’s science and a lot of mad philosophies
The madness probably took him in the end
But the bend that he took himself had a sad honesty
Techno-sapien wired up inside man
Is why the ‘devil makes work for idle hands’
(How long, how long, how long will it take? How long will it take to be free) X4
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12. |
Trapped
02:09
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I’m feeling like the unlucky brother of Midas
Cos I’ve everything I touch turns to nothing beside us
Like my gas meters always running into the minus
The fridge is empty and my Stomach bears likeness
These corporate parasites are sucking us dry kid
Living off the tears, sweat and blood of the migrants
Parseltongued politicians straight running to spite us
The venomous vagabond man I’m gunning for vipers
Fuck it this life’s shit when you’re fresh out of prospects
Got a first class degree my debts mounting what next?
I’m the jobless generation no sense of direction
No place in this society’s horrendous perception
Squeezing every ounce of talent onto a track that’s blessed
Like I’m trying to get the last out of my aquafresh
Outside the weathers crap inside I’m sat depressed
It blags my head should I just go back to bed
I just gotta face the day, make haste and face facts
Politicians are fake twats wearing face masks
Trying to save face whilst the rich just evade tax
Face to face with my wasted talented I lace tracks
But were alienated stuck the matrix
It’s a brand new day but we’re facing the same shit
The same class running the same wage slave ship
Same false economy making us waste, face it!
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Chorus
Let me see you bounce to this
Viva La Terrorista!
Raise ya left hand and clench your fist
Baile los Verbal Terrorists (dance for the Verbal Terrorists!)
(X2)
Drop Dead Fred
(Here man) You cannit handle us kid
I make a divvy run like water from the tap to the sink
When I’m commanding the ink I write flows that are heavy
Most men are never ready for the raps that I bring
Bring it hot like the fish in the batter
That little bit tighter like the twist of a spanner
Limitless grammar flowing like a piece when you’re hammered
Make cats with fat diction slip up and stammer
Relishing the flows like pesto
I devise rhymes they privatise metros
Fuck Tescos I’d never don a big chain
And blinged up agro boy rappers a bit lame
North of the Tyne raw rhymes down with gravity
I keep on gradually weaving through the imaginary land
My speech is manic reaching the peak and passing it
And people cannit fathom the fact that I need the lavatory
I am human. Do the same shit that you do
But I smash raps in a way that’s akin to voodoo
The dark arts the ju ju man witchdoctor
Killing the spirit of foolish Fubu hip hoppers
Type to bust up in the rave sniffing poppers
The bad and the ugly with a fist full of coppers
I’m not a pistol popper I’m a pacifist
So let me see you get up and fucking dance to this
Chorus
Nobull
We bring the terror when we rap it like the Jacobins
A killer team of guerrillas malicious when we jack a mic
Venues we pack ‘em tight like skinny jeans
That rip at seems, silly teens never satisfied
And waggy wives chasing money never had a life
But me I’m just sipping tea with Mr. B, kicking beats
Rinsing more green than a scene from a Hippy’s dream
Spitting breeze but dropping sharp like guillotines
Nobull‘s a cattle farmer cos I raise the stakes
With heavy scripts we hold it down like a paper-weight
Blatant fakes fade away they never made the grade
Serve an ace of spades but my suite is tailor-made
It’s safe to say breh’s cannit manage my talent
Quite like bad agents so ya fan-base has just vanished
We keep shit on lock like we crap through a keyhole
VT we elevate you just rap for your egos
Chorus
Rick Fury
1 skin, 2 skin, 3 skin that’s enough
I’ll hit it, you hit, she hit it pass it on
Blasting off rocket packs strapped zip fastened on
Catch us on a boombap beat *blaw*
That’s the one crack a Grolsch snap crackle and pop as I tear the speaker
Viva La Terrorista sweeter than an egg at Easter
Here man I neck tequila and breathing in heavy cheeba
Raw I give it to ya like coffee from Bo-li-via
So listen here we’re rinsing Tyne & Wear
I sink a pint of beer and mix with pioneers
It’s Rick and I am here to make you feel amazing as fuck
Bring people together we’re drinking and blazing it up
Bass shaking ya heart because the beats are hype
And I’m raising the bar - you can’t reach ya pint
Me speech is hype strites you can’t tell us shit
Straight next level shit I’m running with Terrorists!
Chorus
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14. |
The Solution
02:57
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I haven’t got all the answers or even half the solutions
But if we don’t try we’re part of the pollution
Lethargically diluted disheartened with the movement
We need to lay the foundations to start the revolution
Since farming evolution and food chains have changed
Technology adapting to make nature tamed
But we’re far from that kids still starve disasters reign
That’s why we try to be part of the solution
First things first educate yourself
Not with media they manipulate with wealth
We should be the news, generate as well
‘Cos Knowledge the best tool to elevate ourselves
And if you’re making wealth better check what you spend it on
Locally produced goods are better for everyone
With the exception of one- the market profiteers
Domineering thoughts in the devilish hegemon
“But capitalism is the only system that works”
Well tell that to the kids who are stitching your shirts
For a pittance their innocence inflicted with hurt
For you to live it up the poor have gotta live in the dirt
“But its human nature to be selfish and competitive”
In the past it was normal to have sex with relatives
Like a swine does a nice reminder
That human nature is whatever we do to define us
“So what d’you want another Stalin or Mao?”
Nah they were top down and its startling how
Power corrupts so fuck your partisan vows
We need grass roots democracy starting from now
Rather than bow to the monarchy we need a policy
Of redistribution of wealth enforced properly
We need a free press with a back bone
One that hacks at the top with a big axe and doesn’t hack phones
It’s a battle for hearts and minds thoughts and ambitions
In the belly of the beast fighting a war of position
Against telly and police and corporate decisions
If were convincing they’ll soon face more opposition
If the morons would listen and stop watching Sky News
Try walking a mile in the opposite guys shoes
They might find that it’s just a case of watching the clock
Ticking down like a bomb with a timed fuse
But there’s no hope I doubt that we’ll ever see
A real revolution its insurmountable territory
All nihilism does is empower the enemy
Pick yourself up and get with the counter hegemony
Sound of the remedy VT with the mix of verbal journalism
Got no herbal tea in the mix
It’s real hard lyrical liquor packed with truth
Tell ‘em Joe how you’re gonna spread the facts and proof
I’ll be in the streets putting in work for the movement
Building lasting links between the workers and students
Benefit claimants and mums all learning the blueprint
Connect with the oppressed across the world for improvement
I’ll be doing my best to convince the NF
That the real enemy ain’t black brown or red
It’s the faceless demon that we never will conquer
Unless we spread the message that together we’re stronger
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Drop Dead Fred
Too many times hear lies ‘bout asylum
I set it straight with rhymes on a beat
Some people have clearly got the wrong idea
Migrants they don’t bring crime to our streets
Face it they’re more often victims mate
Of racist workplaces and them who discriminate
Living in a place riddled with hate
Where refugees and immigrants take the blame for the sins of the state
The blame is passed to immigrants
When the fact is they pay more tax than they claim in benefits
The BNP speak of repatriation spread lies turn their back on the evidence
“Asylum seekers take our jobs”
They’re stopped from working actually
You want the truth you better learn the facts people
“Knife crime rising because of asylum”
Is a made up excuse so they can stop and search black people
I think it’s blatant mate this ‘New Britain’ is a racist state
They got companies like John Mass
Making millions off letting them a derelict place to stay
Racism is a tool used to divide and rule
From the methods of the police to the ghettoised schools
So for this Christmas on my wish list is
Everybody getting together to (build bridges)
Chorus
Build Bridges, Not Borders
‘Cos there’s too many families getting deported
Build Bridges, Not Borders
They pay their way in tax we’re not getting extorted
Build Bridges, Not Borders
It’s not always the way that paper reports it
Build Bridges, Not Borders
Imagine it was you fleeing war-torn quarters
Akala
(Akala, Verbal Terrorists – bridges not borders – listen)
I ain’t into this tokenistic nonsense of liberal words
That only further the oppression of the people that it claims to serve
Multiculturalism is just a couple syllables
That really means we all worship one cause
The history and culture of most of the planet
Remains to be deliberately distorted or ignored
We’re not all the same don’t be so stupid
And why would we wanna be that’s where the beauty is
In the differing views of reality
Not the pathetic paternal pretence of charity
That only serve to reinforce our image of power
So we can continue to devour
Everything but borders we build more of ‘em
But bridges the only thing we walk on water over
But building bridges is hard we gotta deal with the scars
Even if we cause the harm
Chorus
Nobull
The papers play meticulous games insidious ways
Displaying racist traits with subliminal hate
Their sinful criminal claims having immigrants blamed
Cos they’ll go and slave for days for less than minimum wage
“They took our jobs” we didn’t want them any way
So blame your boss his greed at fault at any rate
Ignorance disseminates and then it penetrates
You say they take our housing yet you never state
Priorities always given to the British citizens
Imagine living in a village an innocent civilian
Militant missions come with missiles they’re pillaging
So you flee to Britain faced with similar images
‘Cos our government’s even imprisoning little uns
With their parents it’s careless and belittling
Kings of spin politicians they diven’t slip it in
Saying ‘Every child matters’ -- the irony’s sickening
You wanna argue this from a moral perspective?
Your family tree would say that your quarrel’s selective
Cos we’re all from Africa so honour, respect it
Look at British culture we’ve borrowed the best bits
Want to take the economic route? You need to get off it
Immigrants contribute £2 billion in net profit
They just want a scapegoat to distract from problems
Like a microcosm of the Nazi pogroms
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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!
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