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Mainstream Media
00:16
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Extra Extra
04:00
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I'm sick of lines that the tabloids are quoting me, death, murder, greed & war before the papers opened see,
its open season & my mind is the subject for subverted messages hidden in the sub-text
purpose written for division, see I clock that, in these hard times no compassion,
we're beyond that,
page 5 after 4 full of misery,
6 is the same, 7 judges us all physically
8 perpetuates the class divide, politician racists using fiction like they're facts to win our hearts & minds,
in this simulacrum truth can be hard to find,
bombarded with information, real or lie?
we can't decide
we stop asking why,
in a twist we ask for more, answers from the government,
who'd rather keep us starved & poor,
trust the printed word that nestles deep in cash pockets,
same ones who speak of peace but secretly they stash
rockets
talk of slashed profits, suits slang austerity,
still defence budgets sitting rich like they're celebrities,
IMF to B of E,
money like its C of E,
the new religion economic,
love is put to B E D
extra, extra,
read all about it,
fatcats are eating,
the rest of us are scrounging,
extra, extra,
read all about it,
robbing us blind as they tell us to get the pounds in,
the media savage in its goal to keep the public dumb,
these muppets are the puppets of the ones we trust to not be scum,
for fun they got us baited to the lives of the rich & famous,
turn the pages, to the gossip tables if you're mostly brainless
promote the aims of life as death & war,
spread across the centre of the rag on pages 23 & 24,
a group of pictures that raise questions more, like how the only victims of these blanket bombs are schoolkids aged 10 to 4?
agendas pouring out left & right,
focus on distraction pieces to detract attention from the messy fight,
digress away into the section of the TV guide so we can't make the link its not entertainment,
this really life
clearly lies cloud the vision of our generation, live inside the bubble of the fake news simulation,
the war for the mind, a physical continuation to keep the status quo intact & straight up stifle inspiration
extra, extra,
read all about it,
fatcats are eating,
the rest of us are scrounging,
extra, extra,
read all about it,
robbing us blind as they tell us to get the pounds in
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Stay Relevant
00:28
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At the Mercy
03:12
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I feel I'm at the mercy of the business end of music, I'm told my bars are deep but my image it be useless,
mostly 'cause I rap & value knowledge over cash when in fact I should be posing with some bling & fitted caps
'cause this'll get me noticed by some devil in a suit who presents himself as someone who will represent my truth, but if he only knew how much I hate his filthy guts trust he wouldn't try approach, wouldn't try & sign me up
he's corrupt,
he's a crook,
he's got addicts on his books more addictive are his lies than the crack a junkie cooks,
from CEO's to A&R, from both of them I'm staying far, trusting either one is like gambling with playing cards
me? I'd rather spit a rap than worry bout my bank account, poetry my passion, underground, I'm not selling out, coz if were being honest then that's all it really is, if you fit in with the mainstream, then you can feed your kids
style over substance & hype over honesty, not considered real talk when I mention poverty, its out & out hypocrisy 'cause what is really real? at every turn we're told what to think & what to feel
what's the deal with people thinking that this industry is different, if anything, about my image, this game is militant, its not about the lyrics or the skills that I possess see its all to do with marketing releases to the press
get depressed after fame tap a vein then go to rehab, sober up & re-emerge with R&B & weak raps, me? I'd never follow this, my lifes worth more than that, never sought attention, never been bought by cash
talk about stacks on a track then I can hold a plaque? this is not my dream brother, this is not my kind of rap,
rather push reality & knowledge over fantasy, my mind is not controlled to spit a paper chaser fallacy
angrily rebel against the diamonds & depravity, insanity is thinking that this shit should be normality,
this is not reality, its vanity, me I'd rather channel all my focus on just being a better man than me...
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Muslamic Law
00:52
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6. |
March of the Ignorant
01:56
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I hear the sound of the ignorant, they call it conversation,
they're drowning out the voices of reason across the nation,
from racism, discrimination to immigration, all these sheep are shepherded by the lies & mis-information
manipulation of images in the printed press, way before the internet was feeding brains as thick as lead,
their little knowledge they're clinging onto to say their piece ultimately comes across as nothing but degrading speech
is it that their brains are weak & can't handle duality,
black & white views don't reflect the shades of reality,
it still amazes me that here in these progressive times we got a large number of ignorant & regressive minds
makes me think that I'd be blessed to find objective perspectives among the ones who know the truth can stand the test of time,
the shame, I get to find, ignorance is another choice made by all the idle minds, who are treated like another voice
no repercussions for racists who say they're patriots,
we're bombarded by EDL & Britain First plagiarists, you see the vacant minded post on social networks some doctored pics & articles of hate that make my head hurt
I'm dead certain their purpose behind this kind of act is down to a lack of intellect to decipher & revise the facts,
they must like the crap that groups like this perpetuate,
they educate themselves with facts that you & I can bet are fake
heads are swamped with a vacant space, stomping on a race with hate, trying to hide their racist face, just a straight disgrace,
displace their anger with themselves & feel entitled to an island, fully tribal in approach as they spray their hate
I face these wastes with the facts & watch them scarper quick, either to form a lynch mob or crawl back to their darkened pit,
these simple fucks need a target for their barrage of shit,
yet this one destroyed their base & still not used half my wit
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7. |
Undercurrent
00:35
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8. |
Kill Trade
04:25
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tools of kill trades out to display, in popular culture & shouts on mixtapes,
rounds of applause & awards for shit made about how it's hard to walk without a switchblade
life in a circle of death got you bugged out,
strife in the belly got you fiending acting thugged out,
validated by ones who say being drugged out the new kind of conscious,
the rest is all dumbed down
spawn a life that will talk of death & go & shoot their mouth off like the sawn off lead,
glorify that they tore the flesh,
when in truth they're an actor for who the label tore a cheque
play your position, get paid to say prison is a way or proposition with the violence that your spittin,
the truth it don't glisten like the diamonds that your blingin,
they'd kill to have your life but end up dead to really live it
careful how you flip it to the yout them,
could they really do 10?
could they grab a gun & go shoot men?
not because you said it, don't take it there,
don't need to encourage & maybe just school them
don't fool them with the slick talk,
& try cutting back on the lines of brick talk,
not slingin weight, you just say your big boss & think that it's fine spittin violent discourse
talk about this corpse made with that piece,
murder rate money what I call your stacks B,
if your drug game so big then rap free,
if your rap game so tight just rap B
fuck fitting in with a lack of lyricism,
trap house bars & a lack of simple rhythm,
no gun talk here we shoot words off about those who preach that death is living
fuck sitting in a cell in a bigger prison,
be the bigger person not another ism,
no fun talk then when you're locked in the pen with the consequence of a bad decision
we don't fund your kill trade
we don't love your kill trade
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Prometheus
04:42
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sacrificing myself for free,
falling down it's agonising, the cells are weak,
dying out as life is breathing into the sea,
grip the ether deep into which the soul will keep,
architect of everything that you know as real,
invitations to the opening of golden seals,
etched into the earth is how you'll remember this,
the distant God that in this truth is your relative
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think you can outdo me?
arrived to out prove me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you burned the hand that moulded you
say that you outgrew me
your saviour outlawed me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you turned your back when told the truth
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breathe into the empty shell I have gifted you,
elevate yourself to where I have lifted you,
see into the future path I have lit for you,
slip into the cold embrace of my twisted views,
think that I will kneel before you, pure mistake,
your creations I caress & will bruise & break,
don't confuse your status with this creators place,
now awake you want your purpose within this space?
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think you can outdo me?
arrived to out prove me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you burned the hand that moulded you
say that you outgrew me
your saviour outlawed me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you turned your back when told the truth
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cast aside every trace of birth,
your existence, no trace of worth,
asking for the immortal life,
so afraid to just face the dirt,
hard to hear that you have no reason,
bargaining with your faith of treason,
where is your place in days & seasons?
don't liken me to your face of heathens
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think you can outdo me?
arrived to out prove me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you burned the hand that moulded you
say that you outgrew me
your saviour outlawed me?
I stole the flame to give to you & make you equal but you turned your back when told the truth
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