Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revolution, artist - LowKey. Album song Uncensored, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SO Empire
Song language: English
Revolution |
Little man never did exams, |
Got a particular bigger plan flipping grams, |
When a bigger man in his gang gave him a stick to bang, |
Or maybe just hold 'cause no one thought he would kill a man, |
Till he got silly billy feelin &chilling in the jam, |
Sipping cham', spliff in his hand checking to the jam, |
Bang bang biddy bang biddy bang, |
Now he’s in the c&thinking damn what a pity fam, |
Rappers are yapping and flapping their lips, |
Bout how they’re packing and clapping their sticks, |
Has to be big, |
The impact it has on the kids, tells me where the factory is, |
The government kill, they’re just stacking their chips, |
You wonder why the youths are strapped and their pissed, |
If not a nine, it’s a knife getting jabbed in your ribs, |
People die for the petrol, the gas and the whip, |
In London, you can get shanked in the heart, |
Still the government put more tax in Iraq, |
Ignorant little spitters are talking greezy, |
Cause they bitten bits that the saw on TV, |
If all you rap about is the hoes and the doe, |
It’s already too late, you sold 'em your soul, |
You jokers act like you know but you don’t, |
'Cause there’s little kids dying all over the globe, |
They used to put my lights out and nights out |
And days in spent blazing |
And tell me to not be gaining the mazes |
But why now it’s right out amazing to think |
Now let the revolutionaries sing |
Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution |
Free your mind so we can prise constitution |
'Cause they’re killing us all… |
Little man never did exams |
He be chillin with his fam in a flat |
Spliff in hand and spittin raps |
But there’s more than one way to skin a cat |
Gotta make up for the things he didn’t have |
Wanna be a dan |
Little mans gott bigger plans |
Wanna be bigger than jigga and killer cam |
Picture that while hes sittin back sippin out a guinness can |
Feelin trapped |
Done with the chitter chat! |
Little man dealing crack for a bit of cash |
Put his shit on smash, buildin' stacks |
Livin isnt bad |
Untill a cat got in his flat |
And hit him with a bat |
And they found where he hid his stash |
Little man fouled it |
Get him back |
Now really mad |
Feelin militant put on his timberlands and headed to the flat |
Where the cats that had jacked him were chillin at |
Bowl full of gas in his gaff |
And lit a match |
Put it in a bad |
And away it goes BANG! |
But the cat’s whole family was in the flat |
Now it’s definitely defo prison for little man |
He could of been one in a million he could’ve had the whole world in his hands |
But shit hit the fan |
When the cat came back |
With his strap |
Pulled the trigger back |
Finished little man in a flash |
Its a FACT! |
That he’s dead now… |
They used to put my lights out and nights out |
And days in spent blazing |
And tell me to not be gaining the mazes |
But why now it’s right out amazing to think |
Now let the revolutionaries sing |
Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution |
Free your mind so we can prise constitution |
'Cause they’re killing us all… |