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Seeds For Revolution

by Riot-Act.

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1.
1 Intro 02:10
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2.
2 Viva La Revolucion 03:40
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Viva La Revolucion Wake up to a new day and your faces are pale Watching the news, flicking through the pages daily mail Every word is a lie, spewing propaganda And you wonder why the fuck I’m having issues with temper Every TV channel invest in brainwashing kids Advertising new shit they say next Christmas you’ll need Enforcing slavery to support your consumerism Perpetuating the wave of terrorism Every government official is thief and a fraud That’s why they hide in their shells behind the National Guard Now I’m not some anti-west conspiracy theorist Go ahead add my name to your top 10 most wanted list At the bottom of my gut I know they fucked us over The way the government claims to be our four-leaf clover Exchanging weapons from dusk to dawn in return for oil With their hands on every gram of coke that crosses the border Another youth is the victim of police brutality Fuck what you see on the news, this is cold reality Subliminal marketing, media censorship, telling lies Fake reality TV, pulling wool over your eyes And you wonder why my music aint generic Cuz these studio gangsters are sounding sort of pathetic I don’t need no fucking radio play homie You think I’d go through all of this just to make money Chorus Funny how they trialled and executed Saddam Claiming he’s a threat cuz his making nuclear bomb Though Regan and Saddam were like father and son He gave him chemical weapons to go to war with Iran Hasta la victoria siempre, we fight Join forces no matter if you’re black or white Take your money out the bank, turn off the TV Fuck the law-abiding citizen I’ll speak freely You simple mindless fucking drones are too lazy to look Cuz in your pointless little life you’ve never opened a book When you don’t feel the need to know you wont stand to defend With your head in the sand things look better or you pretend The prince of Persia the alpha, and the omega The dragon slayer, after every government leader You are responsible, I can see through your façade I’ll say it again you’re all thieves and your game is a fraud Margaret thatcher covered up the Hillsborough disaster David Cameron’s banner red hang Nelson Mandela Gorge Bush must be trialled for 9/11 Tony Blair plotted the bombings of 7/7 To be safe, silence wont be the price that I’ll pay I’d rather stand on my feet and fight a war every day Every hour and minute, viva la revolucion Until Palestinians claim back the land that they own United states of America, the land of the free The same nation that was built upon slavery Not to forget the genocide of all the natives With the largest prison complex freedoms over seized I may be a sinner, but father can you forgive me? Or give me a reason as to why you’ve forsaken me I ask for strength, and not for an easier test To carve a path and shed a light to make a way for the rest This is my take on what I learnt from Immortal Technique Whose knowledge of lyrical combat’s at its peak Viva la revolucion brother cuz I got your back We’re going to war you know we got to take the power back Chorus Funny how they trialled and executed Saddam Claiming he’s a threat cuz his making nuclear bomb Though Reagan and Saddam were like father and son He gave him chemical weapons to go to war with Iran Hasta la victoria siempre, we fight Join forces no matter if you’re black or white Take your money out the bank turn off the TV Fuck the law-abiding citizen I’ll speak freely
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3 Interlude 00:50
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4 Rotten Mind 04:53
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Rotten Mind I intend to plant seeds for revolution For change in regime is the only solution You might think I’m crazy for these thoughts and my views In every battle there’s a need for someone to lose Enough with government fooling kids to join the army Glorify guns and killing, making fake enemy 40 billion pound is spent on war in Iraq The average man in the street doesn’t seem to give a fuck He got bills to pay bellies to feed and rent to pay He go to work to pay debt to bank cuz end of the day He’s stock in a circle, there’s no stepping out So he grabs to a mic cuz before none heard him shout Fuck your government leaders, they don’t care about you All they want is money in the bank and blood on the floor Join forces with others; take your money out the banks Cuz right now we’re paying for them to build rockets and tanks For the third world war here is what they want See Israel and US got beef with Iran Cuz Iran is getting WMDs from Russia And whoring out the natural resources to china And they don’t wanna see unlimited flow of cash to end So they got Iran’s back for the war or they pretend And that’ll interrupt west’s plan to take over Middle East So they won’t ever see Muslim countries to live in peace My words pain an image that’ll stick and disturb your mind Powerful enough to awake even the deaf and the blind Everything you see on the TV is conspiracy Democracy don’t mean shit when people are hungry   You can’t suppress me for expressing how I feel Without a rotten mind you’ll only believe in what is real I’ll put my faith in no man’s hands apart from my own I say off with the king’s head cuz he don’t deserve the thrown I’ve had enough, can’t take it, fuck keeping calm I’ll drop you like the twin towers, like you’re packed full of bombs Spread into pieces, like dust on the ground And the CIA claims evidences were found In burning flames, fed by the fuel of the jets You can’t digest reality when it hits you this hard So you get on your knees and fold your hands to pray to God But he doesn’t give a fuck, the taste of truth is bitter I can’t sleep thoughts run in my head breathing is tight I see an oasis I’m running but it’s moving out of sight Everything’s white, its like I’ve awoken in heaven But the clouds that I’m seeing are results of chemical weapon My city where I grew up is now nothing but dust Its like god made bet with the devil and he lost Cuz I don’t see anything that’s reminiscence of a loving World that the preachers brainwash your kids to believe in The stream of blood in Gaza is forming a lake For their youth war is within every breath that they take They don’t give a fuck the United Nations is a joke I spit it cold as a dead corpse for anger to provoke Pac was right, they got money for wars but can’t feed the poor We got to dig down and dismantle this system at its core We’ll hang them from their necks and dance under the gallows We’ll start an army and take march to the street with my flows Outro Another day has gone by we’re still in the shit But you know how it is, can’t be too upset Playing a game of tug of war, but you don’t dare to complain We’re all guilty in this, no body’s a saint Go to sleep, wake up go to work come home Keep paying your tax so the king sits on the throne All people unite can’t do it on my own Gotta show each other love, I know I aint alone Never ever let no one step in the way People talk, don’t matter whatever they say Anyone want beef gonna get it right no matter who you are Where you’re from who you chill with blud everyday’s war round here I’m stepping up aint got no other choice I’m spitting so the youth can hear my voice Coming through, another tune with a vengeance all go reckless Fist in the air shout power to the people
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5 Murderer 06:07
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Murderer I’m a murderer; I own a knife and a bat I like to spill blood, got no need for a gat I only drink cocktails, their called Molotov It’s a murder fest when I spit like a Kalashnikov Like the boy abused by his stepfather before he died He takes his pistol to school to start genocide Emptied his clip, and now all those lives are lost Like the kid who watched his mum get gassed during the holocaust Don’t push me cuz I’m getting closer to the edge Even though government officials want me locked in a cage I’m seeking vengeance from every single wack lyricist If you’re a star on MTV then we’re archenemies Cuz everywhere I looked I saw the devil creeping in sight Who took the history books and he painted them white I swore with every breath to fight every constitution Cuz I blossomed from seeds planted for revolution Saw the game for what it was and set different goal Instead of chasing the fake paper and selling my soul I chose humanity over greed for power and gold The rhyming rebel, unearthing stories that were never told Don’t hate, you can’t cope with the murderous flow Like undercover feds opening fire Cairo We’re gonna march down and put a foot through your palace door With my hands around your neck bringing you down to the floor Chorus Cuz some music dowg, are made for the shelves But what you hear right here, we make for ourselves They come from my head and heart, that’s why their felt Even though what I’m saying aint gonna make it easy to sell We’ve spend a lot of nights sleepless, not going to bed, With constant thought of the future, running through our head I’ll work my fingers to the bone and get paid for my songs Then I’ll pack up my shit and go back to where I belong 21st century and racism, I’m sick of it If I get murdered tomorrow the papers won’t cover it You know why? Cuz I’m brown and got thick black hair Rock a big bushy beard and I just don’t care Call me a Paki, Mohamed or a suicide bomber I won’t hate, cuz I learnt better from ma mama Call me a scumbag, thief, or a fucking foreigner If you aint member of the royal family they call you commoner You’re worthless, cheap and you’re expendable They’re trying to micro chip you, to keep you under control You think I came here to steal your benefit? If I were a thief I’d have jacked you in the fucking street So get your fat lazy arse back straight to the pub And moan to your friends that these Pakis came and tukar job! And on your way back home you’ll go for a kebab And tell the dude behind the counter “you lot aint so bad!!” I can do your job for half the pay and wont even blink I share a house with 6 other and I piss in the sink And don’t worry my child wont be pestering yours He goes to mosque after school and he’ll be doing his chores Shaker Aamer incarcerated in Guantanamo bay They aint even bothered hearing what the man has got say Without charge, and you don’t hear shit in the press They’ve locked the brother up for the last 10 years Now tell me Mr President of the United States Didn’t you promise to shut it down back in 2008 You’re going back and forth on your words with no remorse Like a crack addict who would do anything for a dose
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6 Dumb Youth 06:12
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Dumb youth Now let me get this straight, I'm not a man with a plan My lyrics aren't so great, and I aint even got one fan Or should I start again, I’ll just pick up a pen And start writing all the things I can, do you understand Right, I'll have another try, third time lucky Mum shouts “dinners ready!” CAN YOU BRING IT UP TO ME? She don’t understand telling me I’m wasting my time I’m trying to prove her wrong but this high grade is stopping me Fuck bitches blast thugs steal gold blunts rolled Try to look tough, look hard look cold Get away from real life, maybe just for a minute Watch a gangster film, and pretend that I'm in it Talk about "being real" and having all the money I don't even have a job, so money comes from mummy I don’t have a flashy car or vast amounts of clothes But let’s say that I do, when I'm chillin with my bros Abide by the stereotype given to the genre I'll blast you with my AK then fucking bomb all of ya Throw away money like it’s riddled with diseases So much power, girls look at me and go week in the knees Gold teeth, gold chain, you know what it’s all about Everybody looks and want a piece I aint got no doubt Look at her standing in the corner giving me the eye Stick out my chest with a swag, go over say hi Hey honey, how you doing, nice to meet you name is Bob Let’s cut to the chase I know you want it, here’s a key fob To my hotel room taxis outside and paid for I’d never taken that much mace to the face before Take a step back Sit your arse down and listen You can take action Or talk shit and complain Cuz I'm about through with this street mentality Look at yourself, walking around like you’ve been through life All by yourself, If school aint your priority Then son, you better think about life and where you want to be Ten years from now, standing on a stage To one hundred thousand people all screaming out your name They've travelled from miles to hear you tell your story But not at the rate you're going, boy you better believe me You’re lazy, unskilled addicted to PlayStation And there’re many clones of you all over the nation You aint got a girl, your left hand needs no motivation The only time you put down the pad’s for babe station Dumb youth picking wars over area codes Over guns drugs cars money bitches and hoes But you’re blind and struggle to see the bigger picture Cuz you’re letting the hype you created act as divider Running around sticking fingers up shouting fuck the pigs But you don’t even know where the real problem begins Your ignorance is feeding the bigger agenda You feel like a gangster when your face is printed on the paper Young man, beard, brown skin name is Abdullah Intelligence believe that he’s a suicide bomber In some way shape or form he’s linked with al-Qaida Out on a mission to blow up every single none believer And that’s the idea behind creating mass-hysteria Injecting fear into the mind of public through media And that’s how they avoid our unity in an instant Cuz when divided we don’t stand a chance to show resistance Take a step back Sit your arse down and listen You can take action Or talk shit and complain TAKE A STEP BAAACK!! YOU CAN TAKE ACTION OR TALK SHIT AND COMPLAIN!! URGH!

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This is the second EP released by us. Since the band formed back in 2013, we have been on a mission to bring true hip-hop to our listeners with influences from The Roots, Immortal Technique and Rage Against The Machine.
Our aim is to have our say, using this beautiful genre as a platform to make our voices heard.
Thank you for listening.

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released March 4, 2015

Produced by Oscar Eriksen and Riot-Act.

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We're attempting to bring Originality to this beautiful genre and go places where your average chart rappers avoid. Join us and enjoy! Peace.

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