1. |
Get Ready (Album Intro)
02:13
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2. |
Jedi Mind Trix
03:50
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[[Fa-Real]]
Yo is it hype enough, I got the good stuff
The beats are mad tuff
Cos we've all gotta show a little love
To the True Element Crew in the house hu
Grab your part na, just dance na
Step to it let the music enhance ya
We'll entrance ya, to the rhythm
The crowds want hype so hype's what we give em
And this is dope of the musical kind
And you'll never get doper that this in your time
As we define, the thin line
Between lyrical styles and whats his and mine
Word perfect line by line
Politically correct you can suck mine
Take your time don't get left behind
As I burn the mic like a piece of pork rhine.
[[Kraze One]]
Verbalise I get wise up top, lyrics I drop
Make the world stop like a heat seeker on lock
To your ear drum, let the tape run
Kraze One the phantom burning hot like a cross bun
Blimey Charlie bring your army
Going barmy shooting lyrics a'int no way you can disarm me
On self destruct mode like a kamikaze suicide runner
As I move undercover
Feeling paranoid, mad, tense and annoyed
My sanity got destroyed when reality deployed
To my brain cells, over run with circumstance
Only way to advance now to take a chance
On the attack, lines snap when I rap
One for all them cats talking behind my back
Fishing for gossip, here's a lesson from the prophet
Your standing at the line, this what happens when you cross it.
[[Fa-Real]]
B-Boys that's what we are
B-Boys soon to go far
So we can all go ya woo ha
To the super dope rhymes that I busta
Na get flustered on the floor
Pace yourself brace yourself for some more
Hardcore Hip Hop music
The floors right there ra there ya to go use it
Fa-Real, yo that's my stage name
And I be taking the blame if the place goes up in flames
F*** the games I'm here to do work
Hype the beat and make the crowd go bazerk
Now that hurt I know you must have felt it
My rhymes drop phat like a uni marker felt tip
And I'm well hip to the whole game
I freak the weak and put a maim on the tame.
[[Kraze One]]
Kraze One, lyric assassination
Causing pandemonium when I hold the mic for ransom
The protocol, breaking it down to just a molecule
lyrical tool as fools are left dissolved like a soluble
Can you break down the menagerie
Words, phrases, syllables, in this vocabulary
Like a battery, lyrically stored
I get on the mic, release a vocal chord
The pattern break, ground shake like an earthquake
Expose the fake, get a verbal intake
From the lyricist, like a nuclear reaction
Shattered in to pieces, parts, even a fraction
From the core, once more the competitor
True Elementor, raw, the borough checker
Verbal selector, wisdom and word play
Bounce and ricochet look from today.
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3. |
Responsible
03:42
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[[Kraze One]]
As I rhyme I elevate myself to a new level
From the bass and to the treble frequency is comfortable
So I settle, delivery lyrically interest free
I don't need to charge you see for originality
People hating me blatantly keep on telling me
I don't really care you see trying to live positively
A damaged society the fire to fuel
Kraze One Verbalistic that exception to the rule
Never wanted to be cool just wanted to express
Never wanted to test but had to school never the less
I must confess, I stepped up to the mic at fifteen
On the scene, and I'm still here fulfilling that dream
Never fell off once man, and never looked back
Worked my fingers to the bone, almost broke my back
Motivation wasn't money just about heart and soul
Hip Hop is a life thing so I don't play the role
Talking bout music and every one becomes and expert
There's no set work, no guideline to follow so let me network
Business is Hip Hop but most Hip Hop aint the business
Some lyricists aint saying nothing
(Know what I mean)
After recycled breaks, no concept to relate
Record companies promoting it just making Hip Hop fake
No mistake, like pop music just focusing on image
Killing off originality did real Hip Hop vanish?
[[Fa-Real]]
Who ever step up gets torn apart like a leper
The hot stepper, murderer, I burn like pepper
No referee you'll see booking this MC
Dramatic work erratic with idiosyncrasy
Woo wee lord I hold the mic cord with tenacity
Styles broad you can't handle my whole capacity
And your audacity prompts me to dis
Watch my fist, duck or by death you'll get kissed
Caught up in the life of Hip Hopness
The founders and undergrounders all get blessed
No less than one hundred percent that's the best
From this MC with props like a rod rest
Make my mark, then step off in to the dark
I'm start raving craving I'm more down that block paving
Engraving your tombstone with my microphone
Bad to the bone, I'll burn you up in your f**king home
Causing heart seizures, like Jesus walking on water
I'll dash a news flash in your ears like a reporter
And slaughter weak cells up in you head quarter
It's punishment by death as I pull the rope taughter
Styles uninhibited boy like S&M
The crème de la crème run go tell your friends dem
Then we can spend the evening doing battle
Where you'll get knocked around till your brains dem f**king rattle yeah.
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4. |
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[[Fa-Real]]
Always forever living this lifestyle that's my niche
Keeping the vibe alive until the narrow minds capiche
Unique's the style and fashion this is my passion
Trashing up mics like party's that I'm gate crashing
My rap methods, sticking to the true Hip Hop ethics
Reflections of my thoughts is how I like to express this
I'm restless when my minds not in motion
Though I can test this I'm just a drop in the ocean
So I stay humble, bad attitude crumbles
Your chances to move on promote yourself and improve on
So get your groove on, nod your head to this
The True Element crew's on and this is how it is
I'll hit the dance floor no time for playing tough
If you aint grooving the music aint soothing your mind enough
All the stuff that happens in a lifetime
Can ware and grind the thought patterns of the mind
I try to focus but still sometimes I find
My mind can be the biggest enemy of mine
But I'm designed for bigger and better things
I figure my time will come who knows what the future brings
So I stay realistic doing my own thing
Not criminal don't want to spend time in sing sing
I'm always conscious and keep it right not real
I sleep good at night knowing this is how I feel.
[[Laura Cristy, Fa-Real & Kraze One]]
Cos I feel
True vibes running through my veins
Cos I feel
All my loses are all of my gains
Cos I feel
Life's tribulations paving my way
I feel
Stronger from day to day.
[[Laura Cristy]]
Pressure on my mind coming from deep inside
I feel it in my heart true feelings that I can't hide
I try to maintain keep my head right up to the sky
But you always hold me back and I can't see why
Your listening to my music but can you here the words?
Melody is soothing but my mind is disturbed
Reality is facing me day by day
From this crazy world trying to get away
The tempo's slow and I just can't keep up the pace
Now you can see me face to face
As I walk in to an unknown field
All the while you were saying this is real, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.
[[Laura Cristy, Fa-Real & Kraze One]]
I feel
True vibes running through my veins
I feel
All my loses are all of my gains
I feel
Life's tribulations paving my way
I feel
Stronger from day to day.
[[Kraze One]]
The last emperor, a twisted mind state scape
To the future always maybe one day to escape
From the distortion surrounding me and hounding me
I was misguided see they called me a liability
Internally I never let it get to me
I'm in to poetry not money or publicity
Pride or insanity you can't break the structure
What ever you say I make the diaphragm rupture
On the microphone I bring truth to combat lies
Time flies it made me open up my eyes
Realise and analyse in to the next century
To many people walking round with read only memory
I found as a youth I had a lot to say
Always wanted to make the world a better place in some way
This girl in a club once told me I was cool
I said I didn't know the rules of society
I try and live life positive give what I got to give
Live how I want to live
No matter how hard life gets I always try and crack a smile
Escape my thought for a while
Raise a question why all this mental congestion
Sit in front of the mirror looking at my own reflection
Imagine I'm the person opposite looking back in
And then it all begins again, Damn.
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5. |
Lifetime Mission
04:49
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[[Fa-Real]]
Seasoning and spice taste's so nice
On a plate full of chicken and rice
Like the numbers on a dice I'm indented on you mind
Yet you'll find I've got a tang like a piece of lime rind
I sat home and wrote some smooth flowing rhymes
Cos at the time I knew I'd always get mines
Mines meaning my chance to put you in a trance
A dance mode I've got the secret code to unload
A whole load cos I feel that you owed
A few rhymes that I stowed away, and I'm a say
I'm unpredictable, unforgettable, well selectable
Stay protectible by the posse in effectible
Never heavy sweating go getting
Me myself I'm always setting my sights on reaching higher heights
When the money was real tight I used to sit home at night
So I decided to write and recite some deff poetry
With a Super T, some W-E-E-D now your hearing the results.
[[Killa Joul]]
Wild child step aside while the mic is on overdrive
We've gone from rappers delight to rappers survive
99 the year so crack open a beer and raise cheer
Because Hip Hop is still here
True Element coming through you've tuned in to you know who
Doing what we've done man cos this is what I do
But there's not many left and this you can believe
Soul rap soldiers with hearts on there sleeves
Baggy jeans, bad attitude, a walk like John Cleese
KJ rap slap 'em down like my name was Terry Neve
Non plus fiction on my life time mission
decision, demolition cutting out crap emission
94 stage one and 95 break back
99's change a track steer clear of a set back
From party rap, to gangster rap with a gun
With that weak wack crap yeh your loosing it son
And I'm still standing after all this time
It's no crime, cos this is just an honest attempt at rhyme
6 years in the game is my claim to fame
I'm going off like a B-side Beatle you know my name.
[[Kraze One]]
True to life is my mission can I make an impact
Musically, lyrically, positively in a fact
Or a statement, expression of self I can't abuse it
So I choose it Hip Hop to me the thinking mans music
Late at night I have to write, try and set the world to right
Tell myself over and over everything's gonna be alright
Future pattern is unclear but I gotta make a plan
Damn - In effect try and swing it so I land
On my feet and keep my head above water - incident
Aint nothing going on in this set up but the rent
Although I've seen my own production grow
I'm still the poorest, hardworking B-Boy that I know.
In the know? maybe just not a money maker
Take pride in telling people boy you know I'm not a faker
Call me undertaker cos I take the underground
Creatively superior over the chart bound
Commercial rappers let me show you how to rock
Bottom line you cant turn Hip Hop in to hit pop
So stop right there or what you gonna do?
When the original heads pass true.
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6. |
The Road Less Travelled
04:30
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[[Kraze One]]
Through the days of my youth I stood by and asked why?
People living a lie would give up without try
Knowledge to apply, questions are invitations
To expand a mind and analyse situations
(Creations) creativity can be energy
Kinetic thoughts in motion definitely but eventually
They turn to potential energy as a memory
(Think about it) And I express this lyrically
Basically music to me is a mission
Society's a prison if you do not have ambition
My decision is life pursue goals at all cost
(No compromise) That's why I never lost
The creative flair or love for phat beats
Avoiding the cheats by walking back streets
Leaving evidence of my presence tonight
Then I vanish, like a shadow in the night.
[[Killa Joul]]
89 was the year it happened you see
Hip Hop like a gift someone gave to me
Got my head down and found out I could rhyme
Took my time got in line and went for mine
(The sign) dedication is essential
Change your situation make had work your fundamental
(True potential) is the key to the future
When people said to me dont't dress like that it don't suite you
The road less travelled is sign posted persistence
The Killa Joul in your crown, doing the business
Witness my fitness as I get in to this
Raise your fist or fall in to the abyss
(Like Lynell Ritchie) I am up all night long
Got to get this down got to finish this song
The money, yo I'm not exactly a star
But I can't quit now yeh cos I've come to far.
[[Kraze One & Killa Joul]]
Emphasise I must be wise cos time flies
Lyrically I analyse clear like blue skies
Realise we're gonna rise steady like sea levels
(Nothing settles) In life there's always troubles
Brewing on the horizon try and keep them at bay
Got to get up in the morning and face another day
In this crazy world we're just pawns in the game
(Dam right) But I know I'm not the same
As the next man, take the weight on my shoulders
Walk along city streets feels like I'm a soldier
Deep behind enemy lines and all I want to be is free
(In this century) creativity may be the death of me
So I will take it to the grave
That's word to my ancestors back in the days
Since day one until the end of existence
(Yeh) I guess the method is persistence.
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7. |
Ground Level
03:40
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[[Kraze One]]
From ground level, I rise to higher mental
Treat Hip Hop just like a temple worship it on instrumental
Like BBC or Central channel this cos it's live
Inside, thought patterns in my mind's alive
Can't describe inspirational feelings inside
Like the sun beating down around mid July
Clear sky, clear conscience, got pride to uphold
Take a walk down the road to try and lighten the load
On my mind, hit rewind kind of release the pressure
Reminiscing on a time I met this girl last summer
Snuggle up and cuddle up like we were stuck together
When she's back in the area can hook up or what ever
Until then concentrating on this Hip Hip
Enjoying the sunshine waiting at the bus stop
Rendezvous at three o'clock at the spot CMK
Hook up with Reggie B, Big Fazz, Silent K
Red Face, all the mans that's out for the duration
I stay in your mind like a bizarre conversation
This song is inspiration described as a vibe
that alerts my mental sends chills down my spine
On the breadline but that aint nothing new
Kraze One coming back around like de ja vu
From the True Elemental laying down the context
To the future always taking positive steps.
[[Kraze One]]
From the zone interrogation coming ruff like a crease
Blowing up like 7, expanding like yeast
It's the secondary missionary here to run the line
Bringing breaks to life like Dr Frankenstein
Walk through the borough fell the vibe socialise
City lights dazzle my eyes on the prise as I rise
Elemental is essential for the experimental
Kraze One I outline it like a stencil
The lyricist, I move and twist and flick my wrist
On the turntable step in to my world like a tourist
And look around you get my meaning its the sound
Represent like The Jam going underground
To the essence there is no breaking the resistance
A method of persistence puts us back in business
Continuing, time for the next lesson
I hook up a mic spark up a freestyle session
With my man Bannister, Maniphest on the wheels
Just keeping it real bringing the true school feel
To your area we commence like a rocket launch
As I ignite I light it up like a torch
True Element, steady rising like an aircraft
I generate heat hold the mic like a staff
Kraze One True Elemental activist
Lyrical professionist yo DJ Maniphest - Rock on!
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[[Kraze One]]
I represent True Elementals now who's coming through
For those that never knew why I do what I do
I keep it true realising steady rising like the tide
Keep my vision wide, something like Jeckel and Hyde
On the inside things are different than you see
Diagnosed sick of the society
Music is the remedy a mental stimulation
Your eyes can deceive you I try not to trust them
Focus daily on meeting every ambition with precision
This is a life time mission
With vision panoramic through many different channels
On the DL I clean the scene up like flannels
As I look back I think of how far we've come
Press the pause button and let the tape run
Ten years ago I scratched records on a hifi
Now I'm making music with ambition that's sky high.
[[Laura Cristy]]
Let your mind be free
Live in a reality
Open up your heart
Finally you'll see.
[[Laura Cristy]]
Look to the future
Let your feelings show
Give yourself some options
Look to your soul
Illusion ever changing
Imagine your floating
And life is disguised
Until you look in to there eyes
Explore your fantasies
And chemistry will flow
Strange things are happening
As you will know, oh.
[[Laura Cristy]]
Let your mind be free
Live in a reality
Open up your heart
Finally you'll see.
[[Kraze One]]
When I'm in the spotlight I do what I think is right
Address the mic reciting lyrics like dynamite
In your ear trying to rupture your brain
Take notice how I do not sound the same
As them other bods faking accents like IDs
I'm tired of you, you don't impress me
Man faking MCs with no originality
Who you trying to be? check me
No mimics or gimmicks just straight up lyrics
As I paint a clear picture kind of like hieroglyphics
Face the consequence or go back to school
And pay dues, take time develop tools
Keep it conscious don't be self indulgent
Even today some people make a pre judgement
On this set so when we get down like a knock out blow
My main objective is to let them know
So make way, I lay it out just like a play
I'm hard to break down like human DNA
But through life experience I'm genetically modified
Some mans might say I've got to much pride
That's why I always walk with my head up
When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up
So I speak, make this unit unique
I hope we get the chance so we can al reach our peak.
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9. |
Do You Remember?
05:09
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[[Kraze One & Killa Joul]]
Remember back in the days when house party’s used to rock
Round the way we’d stray – straight up like 6 o’clock
It was wicked mate meet up down the boozer
Neva got any hassle because I was a geezer
Me neither I used to carry a marker
Tag the hell out the place and as it got darker
After pick up some tins from the offie
Without mobile phones word still got round the posse
At Buckingham uni crashing parties at the weekend
Pretend that we were students just to get in
Back in to town fried chicken with your chips G
Cushdie back to paxtons for a cup of tea
Easy heading back there in the morning
Yawning hook up the 1210s for recording
Makin demos dropping lyrics like no other
Back in the days just representing the borough
I remember selling tapes from a back pack on the streets
Never got in to rave music strictly funky beats
On the ghetto blaster, Kangols & Tight roles
Selling early demo tapes, rocking local live shows
Back in 1993 British hip hop was a rarity
We kept the fires burning with a scene in the community
Kraze O-N-E & Killa Joul from the school
Of old through to new keeping it true with the crew.
[[Kraze One & Killa Joul]]
Remember hardcore hip hop like gunshot and hijack
Jordan’s, air max, and raider’s baseball caps
Rockin the flat top, tramlines, and diamond socks
British knights, troop, and pump trainers by rebook
(Non stop) I was a pure fashion victim
Any money I got my dad said I was wasting
Buying records & Tapes, hanging out on the estates
Till late tagging are names up with the spray paint
We used to get around, Travelling towns and cities
Representin at jams droppin the cuts and Lyrics
Penny on the turntable to keep the needle stable
Sound check the mics as DJs Scratch the vinyl
Back to the studio sampling beats and breaks
Digging in the crates till late for the sake of the demo tape
We used to contemplate getting signed independently
Money was always secondary to our creativity
Blimey and it happened eventually
Hip hop took the posse all over the UK
From all night house party’s to raves in the countryside
To backstreet bars squaring up to guys
There was no compromise in attitude or sound
Representing the underground cos that where we found
Our inspiration from where we started in the 90s
True Element MCs The underground artists.
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10. |
Responsible (Remix)
03:44
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[[Kraze One]]
As I rhyme I elevate myself to a new level
From the bass and to the treble frequency is comfortable
So I settle, delivery lyrically interest free
I don't need to charge you see for originality
People hating me blatantly keep on telling me
I don't really care you see trying to live positively
A damaged society the fire to fuel
Kraze One Verbalistic that exception to the rule
Never wanted to be cool just wanted to express
Never wanted to test but had to school never the less
I must confess, I stepped up to the mic at fifteen
On the scene, and I'm still here fulfilling that dream
Never fell off once man, and never looked back
Worked my fingers to the bone, almost broke my back
Motivation wasn't money just about heart and soul
Hip Hop is a life thing so I don't play the role
Talking bout music and every one becomes and expert
There's no set work, no guideline to follow so let me network
Business is Hip Hop but most Hip Hop aint the business
Some lyricists aint saying nothing
(Man listen)
After recycled breaks, no concept to relate
Record companies promoting it just making Hip Hop fake
No mistake, like pop music just focusing on image
Killing off originality did real Hip Hop vanish?
[[Fa-Real]]
Who ever step up gets torn apart like a leper
The hot stepper, murderer, I burn like pepper
No referee you'll see booking this MC
Dramatic work erratic with idiosyncrasy
Woo wee lord I hold the mic cord with tenacity
Styles broad you can't handle my whole capacity
And your audacity prompts me to dis
Watch my fist, duck or by death you'll get kissed
Caught up in the life of Hip Hopness
The founders and undergrounders all get blessed
No less than one hundred percent that's the best
From this MC with props like a rod rest
Make my mark, then step off in to the dark
I'm start raving craving I'm more down that block paving
Engraving your tombstone with my microphone
Bad to the bone, I'll burn you up in your fucking home
Causing heart seizures, like Jesus walking on water
I'll dash a news flash in your ears like a reporter
And slaughter weak cells up in you head quarter
It's punishment by death as I pull the rope taughter
Styles uninhibited boy like S&M
The crème de la crème run go tell your friends dem
Then we can spend the evening doing battle
Where you'll get knocked around till your brains dem fucking rattle yeah.
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11. |
Triangular Lyrification
04:47
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[[Kraze One]]
Full frontal assault cometh the lyrical assassin
Rhymes everlasting not stooping just passing through
The microphone I check it one, two
Know the coup who's coming through the element (true)
Mathematical, acrobatical, fanatical
Theory like a triangle coming equilateral
An on point like the wire to a speaker
I make the connection like prophet or teacher.
[[Fa-Real]]
Every word I rap's the law
You want to know the score f**k the Fugees I'm your boy
No toy will ever f**k with this MC
Your immature and purely mental CRTV
See me the hottest property on the streets
I'm pure Hip Hop down to the fat laces in my sneaks
I go for week bussing unique techniques when I speak
Go for a leak and you may well miss the rhyme of the week.
[[Killa Joul]]
Mic check one, two move aside for the rugged one
Don't try to test as I step up to flex
I'm the veteran MC, I've got battles galore
And I'm 25 and o in my one loss draw
For warn is forearm as I come correct
So reflect on the damage cos I come to reck
True Element all start number 3 in the place
With a slap in the face I'm like old bill on the case.
[[Kraze One]]
Yo reverse polarity in actuality mentality
Looking for the salary coming through with clarity
Or clearness, bear witness and hear this
Verb from the lyricist, elemental activist
(Tune to this) come across the junction
Causing rambunction from the introduction
Is static, back from the edge of panic
Dramatic, fanatic so lets get ecstatic.
[[Fa-Real]]
Commercial I nah that aint my style
I play boys like Hugh Hefner so strip and crack a smile
Finatically your pathetically under par
When your trying to sound like your coming from America
No tar I won't be having none of that
Still having fun with rap that's how it should be done and that's
Period, got more angles than a pyramid
The finest MC who told me yeh the mirror did.
[[Killa Joul]]
Check, check, check, check it out with the lyrical flow
I'm in the know, I'm set to blow and coming down like snow
Can't stand rappers who can't rhyme
There all out of time and watered down like larger and lime
Non retired ripping up mics again
Knocking out suckers and then counting to ten
I be picking the pops while preparing to play
Ladies love LL but go crazy for KJ.
[[Kraze One]]
Imaginative how I live so I give
All that I can give breaking through now with
(A take over bid) words carry like a satchel
I blow up the spot like a tub of biactol
(On the attack break back in to raw mode)
Systems overload (Time to explode)
And reload I maintain like a mechanism
Intuition my decision realism.
[[F-Real]]
Who the f**k you and your pu**ey boy crew
Steeping up with your breath stinking like Pepé Le Pew
No coup you'll get boxed up like .....
Ringing alarms I'll disarm you with the truth
You think your madder, yeh the hype don dadda
I'm badder ad off the hook like Ralph Lauren and Prada
(prêt-à-porter) any time any place
Choose your weapon from stepping back to back ten paces we'll pace.
[[Killa Joul]]
Last time round for the come back kid blowing the lid
I drop more rhymes than Shakespeare did
Cos KJ Rap is at the back of the pack
And I'm on the attack yes return of the mac
Cut the crap, skip the track cos I know that
Don't think I can't rap just cos I'm not black
I dazzle like (Sugar Ray) smoking like (Frazier)
Lyrics like metaphors they'll blaze and amaze ya.
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12. |
The Truth Will Out
05:17
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[[Fa-Real]]
Aint nothing changed but the weather
Things fall apart when people can't stand together
If exploitation of the nation by the government
Keeps people running for cover then
From the underground more criminals will emerge
And subliminal minds are the scourge
Have you heard, about the ten political agenders
I aint feeling shit from the services the government render
Big spender, that aint you and me
I struggle to see P-R-O-F-I-T
That's profit in my pockets
Though I'm skilled in a trade I'm paid meega wage dockets
I'm not living to be used and abused
Pimps and politicians stand guilty as accused
Or are they fused, one in the same
Moulded together over Hades flame
Sleaze and scandal coming from all corners
Police and MPs can't event keep law and order
Corruption's rife in the whole system
The philosophy nothing can't be bought is how there living
No thanks giving I make my own way
Dodging the beast ignoring what MPs say
Lord knows the truth will out so I shout
My piece one day who knows the lies may cease.
[[Kraze One]]
Open my eyes, I rise to society's cries
Surprised I've become institutionalised
At the weekend I met up with a friend
Sitting and reminiscing about way back when
Things were easy, I liked being a youngster
Right now I'm caught in society's structure
Of credit cards, student loans and overdrafts
(So what) So here my paragraph
And my sentence will sentence a government
That miss represents career development
An establishment, quite intent to present
A student with the money for rent
And a credit card for when times are hard
Don't sweat APR cos your gonna be a star
When your qualified, so get the declaration signed
On the dotted line, sit back and unwind
Put it out of your mind paybacks no big hurry
Inflation keeps rising gotta borrow more money
More worry, now you get back to reality
Start working for an agency that's paying you a salary
Less than satisfactory trying to build skills
Investment for future being shattered by bills
Tax, living costs, general maintenance and such
(This is doing my head in) I guess were all.
[[Killa Joul]]
If you think about the greatest cons of all time
A sly of hand that done mess with your mind
And the thing you took as being right
Just smoke and mirrors, a trick of the light
What's can I say about the world around us
Political systems that you just can't trust
We must expose decepters
Eject and expel all these court jesters
Do what's right with what's been blessed us
Applaud and support human rights protectors
Money talks the truth is walking
I know you're lying cos your mouth is talking
Downing street number six six six
They love a little fiddle with their own expenses
False pretences, a lenient sentence
Those with fingers in the tills no mention
More interested in celebrity
Instead of doing things their supposed to be
somethings happening on the streets tonight
Maybe in the shadows, maybe out of sight
Maybe a terrorist of a government official
Telling the difference these days is kind of difficult
Friend or foe its hard to say
Lets hope the truth will out anyway.
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DJ Kraze One England, UK
Kraze One is a pioneering Hip Hop practitioner from Milton Keynes, UK and has been actively involved in local Hip Hop
culture since the early 1990s.
Initially a graffiti artist, Kraze One progressed to master Rapping, Deejaying, and Production breaking out of the local scene on several occasions with various releases and eventually establishing Hip Hop archive:
https:\\www.breaktothebeat.com
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