Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Rebels, artist - DJ Vadim. Album song USSR: The Art of Listening, in the genre
Date of issue: 22.09.2002
Record label: Ninja Tune
Song language: English
Ghetto Rebels |
I’m vexed and perplexed like Malcolm X |
On stage with chains around their necks |
From the thread of the governments evil flex |
I’m taking steps against the kind of lies they try to bring me |
As a? |
soldier with? |
Daily papers they’re just propaganda scriptures from the government |
It’s not the daily news, it’s the daily satanical supplement |
Cause they don’t deal with holy testaments just war and pestilence |
Can I get a witness I don’t need one in fact there’s too much evidence |
Spying on the people lying evil little devils |
They’re recruiting demon soldiers while they execute our rebels |
CCTV cameras set up on no man’s borders |
They’re not for law and order, they’re Lucifer’s camcorders |
Politicians they’re not concord borders they’re using flying saucers |
Decide to take to the sky or travel underwater |
Chameleon type reptilians moving they’re tongues like geckos |
And they’re trying to turn our ghettos into oversized death rows |
You want heroin there’s tons of that, guns and crack |
But who’s got the funds and cash the same people who supply guns to Iraq |
They’re pimping the public like rent boys prostitutes and hookers |
Bringing strain to the brain as you remain in this giant pressure cooker |
Behind your back trying to took your promise the world and overlook us |
Spreading the evil love of Beelzebub, these human race butchers |
Mankind destroyers, life I’m chasing those freemasons |
Chasing 'em back to the place of birth to reverse all of their creations |
Scientists give us fabrication of mathematical equations |
But the square root of my truth will cause the devil devastation |
Well listen I’m more than vexed |
I live in a time where I can’t afford to flex |
The police are stopping and searching just like some illegal border checks |
You better beware we’re living inside of lucifers era |
My cypher’s been scientifically sent back in time to prepare ya |
So start stoning the Babylonians to show you’re controlling then |
Cause this Babylon been fuelling my anger just like petroleum |
I’m scolding them with the hard rhymes from a scarred mind |
From living amongst the hard times |
Where people just working through all of the serpentine |
The devils disciple that stifle our plans for freedom |
If wee keep conforming to all these laws set by the demons |
They’re thinking they’re intellects |
By plugging the whole world with the internet |
If they thinking they got me they’re information be incorrect |
I’m using my third eye to guide I through the wilderness |
Cause the system in Babylon’s bad and there’s enough people that’s skilled in |
this |
I’m vexed with the devils descendents with paganist pendants |
For having the lack of faith and a disregard for repentance |
My lyrical sentence is longer than people that’s charged for child sex |
Cause all the disordered leaders are into having a wild flex |
I’m vexed with the government sects for giving this minimum wage |
And working this nine 'til five bringing heat to my simmering rage |
I spit this lyrical wisdom to charge down the Babylon systems |
The rebellious Rastafarian that’s flinging his fist to the system |
Listen Atti if the devil tries to take Selassie |
Put some? |
you lose more blood than the face of Arturo Gati |
I’m a raw rhyming anti smoking idol keeping it tribal |
While reading pages of the bible to gain vision as a disciple |
Studying at rasta night school while using my tongue as a rifle |
Sniping you worse than the bible cause life I’m all about survival |
I spitting my violent recitals so bright that they melt your eyeballs |
Turning the Anti-Christ suicidal wrestle the devil like Shawn Michaels |
The clash of the titans will over crush the devil and take his title |
Phi-Life will remain his messengers cause a rasta revival |
No time to idle the rastas are rising black we come to wipe out crack |
Paint the Whitehouse black and speak real fast to the children |
Expose our government foes who know the truth will never be told |
They teach the people the root of all evil while they’re stashing all of the |
gold |
Attacking their souls and spirits until your life is finished |
Phi-Life I spit the righteous lyrics |
Chained the minds of the cynics held the blind endemic |
Cause when I talk my vocal is blessed with holy powers |
Making the devils cower while shaking the foundations of the Babylon tower |
I terminate them like T2 when I spit my scriptures in Hebrew |
A politicians not an honest man like a hologram he be see-through |
Trying to deceive you lead you up the path so that they can feed you |
Phi-Life I’m a friend of races representing the rasta nation |
So when we flex on a rhythm we draw on the powers of the law of exorcism |
Inject the rhythm of the holy serum purify all the fat cats |
Who experiment on innocent lives of people like they were monkeys or lab rats |
My? |
sound tear the transponders out of your pounds |
And explode Babylon satellites that scanning down to the ground |
With the type of coast to reveal we’re living under a microscope |
My cipher be strangling Babylonians with the tightest rope |
I’m fringing the violence you can fuck with living with silence |
Cause before long they be forcing us into buying a breathing licence |
I’m dissing authority with my forces of purity |
I piss in the parliament and I fart on the face of conformity |
I never fill in the government census they cunningly sent us |
It’s asking me information like what I ate for my breakfast |
Cause we the Messiah that’s bringing more fire to the empire |
With the type of tribal recitals that’s setting Satan on fire |
We’re culling the paganist shaman the Phi-Life Cypher will slay them |
Reveal the seventh seal to start the freemason complaining |
With positive action infiltrates into paganist factions |
I smashing your playstation and all these tools of distraction |
With adequate satisfaction I smashing Babylon’s walls |
To stop all the gat cat bureaucrats from giving it all |