| From West End to the West Bank
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| I write righteous rhymes with my right and wrestle the devil with my left hand
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| Never work for a Zionist, never been a yes man
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| My art is like Rembrandt painting pictures of death camps
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| The average person is allergic to the words of wisdom
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| This is for everyone of Saddam’s Kurdish murder victims
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| And all the pure souls that never had the chance to speak
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| Truth pumps in my arteries and causes my heart to beat
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| For soldiers haunted and tortured by guilty memories
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| Who realised too late to reveal their real enemy
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| It’s all dead wrong
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| For every victim of racist persecution from Auschwitz to Hebron
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| My words may sting cowards
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| For people that were atomised by the Thermite in the Twin Towers
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| Those living through the wars
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| Ask me what I do this for
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| Put the world in its place before it put you in yours
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| What happens under darkness shall come to light
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| Can’t silence us even though you try
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride
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| Come what may we will survive
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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| Keep my third eye hidden under my New York fitted
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| A crazy unmarried man that deserves to be committed
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| The future is encrypted in my troubled lyrics
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| Dream that I’ve been somewhere for weeks, then wake up in a couple minutes
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| Sweat dripping with visions of population control
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| Thoughts overflowing my world like the melting of the North Pole
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| My people are targeted by military crack committees
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| So I’m bucking at the feds like natives in Rapid City
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| Reality savage, my words are like a riot in Paris
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| The voice of the voiceless, that voice is social imbalance
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| So stand strong or sit harder in your mental palace
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| Blinded inside a Kingdom united to its old habits
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| But now, Middle Passage coming, War Chant, African drumming
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| Gatling gun humming
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| Rapid fire mechanism, reckless living
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| That checks the rhythm of perfectionism
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| Slave condition
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| While you’re singing God save the system
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| What happens under darkness shall come to light
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| Can’t silence us even though you try
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride
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| Come what may we will survive
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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| Detain my body, but you can’t imprison my mind
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| If it’s my time I’ll probably die with my fist in the sky
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| These are the thoughts of a man who can’t escape from his coma
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| Cries of a young virgin girl who got raped by them soldiers
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| Birthing a screaming bastard, post colonial nation
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| Subject to childhood diseases, famine, war and inflation
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| Education molded you into your masters image
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| And you forgot who the fuck you were before the war was finished
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| You’re hearing the ghosts of Nagasaki, You’re hearing Hiroshima
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| Beautiful babies being born with the weirdest features
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| You might never see me in the charts
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| But Inshallah my seed can see peace in Iraq
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| But peace and freedom can never be given
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| That’s historically forbidden, Cos only collision is the recipe
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| Changing the course of destiny
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| So I’m strapped with weaponry
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| Cause the government don’t give a fuck about protecting me
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| What happens under darkness shall come to light
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| Can’t silence us even though you try
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless
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| (Singer — Rochelle Rose)
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| Take our freedom, Can’t take our pride
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| Come what may we will survive
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| (Lowkey)
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| You can try to avoid us but it’s pointless
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| You can never avoid the voices of the voiceless" |