Lowkey - Fire in the Booth 2 lyrics
[Lowkey - Fire in the Booth 2 lyrics]
You know what time it is
When you hear this right
Yeah, Fire in the Booth
Much anticipated Part 2
Hold tight suspense, listen
If they don't let us dream then
We won't let them sleep
If they don't let us dream then
We won't let them sleep listen
It's the zeitgeist, Zapatista
Zorro at his zenith
Z of zinc in the zebra zig-zagging zealots
Zilch to zombies and Zionists he's
Zen in his zodiac
Fire in the booth? It's Zoroastrian
The zone he's at
Like yapping like Yokozuna in
Yemen youtubing yoga
Or Yokozuna in Yeovil yodelling in Yoruba
They yelling your yardstick of
Yesteryear like Yeboah they're yearning
I'm yawning this like a yeti vs Yoda
I’m an X ray you're Xerox
I'm Xavier to the x-men
Ex out xmas like your Xanax to an extent
A wonderful world is waiting while
Weapons wage war we're weeping
Who's winning? We're wishing well while
Wicked wizards webs were weaving
They whip us 'til we're wheezing
Our Words of wisdom won't weaken
Witness these whatlass witless wallies
Waffling with their weekend
Their wording is Wikipedia virtually
Void of vitals verses visceral
Vintage but vivid videos going viral
I'm your uncle that understands
Now it’s us with the upper hand
We were underlings underrated unhuman
To Uncle Sam
The theory teaches that there are those
Thinking tactics to take the throne
Though the truth tends to be told
Through their thesaurus it takes it's toll
Slivering snakes stipulate systems to
Sell your soul
Secretly seek social stratification
Set in stone
Regiments ravaged the region now
It's ripe for reparations
Rendered refugees can't retract
Or repair ramifications
On a quest to quash the
Quarrels I’m quintessentially qualified
Quitters quake the quality of my
Quotes can't quite be quantified
People pass prematurely and pay
The price for passivity pretext to pillage
Plunder prepare to prolong proximity
A puppets pathology pulverized
By these possibilities
People power is potent and
The peak of positivity
Oligarchs ostracise others offer obituaries
Overall I overstand the
Odyssey optimistically
The norms of a nascent nation
Should never negate nature
Nasty as nefarious neo-con
Naysayers for neighbours
This masterful maverick mic man
Will make you meet your maker
Meanwhile merciless mercenaries manoeuvre to
Meet to the majors
Lyrically lacklustre literally lack love
Lust living lavish in luxury listeners lap up
A kaleidoscope of kindness, knowledge
Knuckles and kerosene
To kill the kleptocracy and cool the
Kettle that they kept us in
Jabbing javelins at jingoism
Jealousy justified when jeering at
Jobless is journalism
Information industry interlinked
With infantry
Instrumentalise identity implant
Ignorance instantly hackers in handcuffs
Harvesters of hatred hand gliding
Harbingers of harassment harbour
Harmful handwriting
Gangsters of globalisation glorify glitz
And the glam
Give us guidance to the graveyard they
Got the gift of the gab
It's flawless how they fabricate the
Folklore of the fiefdom
Funnell funds to freelance fighters and
Fawn over fights for freedom
Entertainment is education
Empathy is eccentric economics everything
Exploitation an epidemic
Exhausting environment is easy but
The dividends are deadly
Don't dare dream of doing different
Dread our destruction is definitely
Coming as the catalysts clamour for capital
Can't counteract the cycle this
Catastrophe could cancel all
Bring borders to bear bombarded
With the broken
Basically bribery beckons business
We are beholden
Though accurate answers to all of
The above aren't available
I attack the alphabet again and aced
It just to aim at you
They say anything is attainable
Attack the alphabet again and ace
(it just to aim at you)
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let 'em sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let 'em sleep
How can I do a fire in the booth
When I'm trying just to maintain
And since June don't hear the word
Fire in the same way heard screams
Splutters and them gasping for air
That’s not bars in a booth
It’s so hard to compare
If I use fire as metaphor
Does that disrespect the people
That are never more?
How does that bomb sound sound to those that
Bled in war that we never saw?
Remember when they settled scores with
Metal swords like Skeletor
Chinese made gun powder
Nobel invented dynamite
They say the guilt in his mind
Compelled him to design the prize
We know what Einstein's mind was like
How many geniuses we never knew
That were deprived of life?
I can't philosophise on horrifying flames
We don’t have to apologise
Or qualify our pain
Degrenfellise our loved ones of
The colonisers name
Should we let the corporate
Media lobotomise our brains
You are beautiful
No matter how this life disfigures you
You’re beautiful even if that image
You emulate isn't you
I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical
But know I’m ridiculed for
Making invisibles visible
That's why Plato said banish
Poets from the republic
‘Cause they know that we can shake
The social system and disrupt it
The land of liberty
They tell us leave it or lump it
When Trump comes to the country we
Hope he chokes on his crumpet
Before we sink in the ocean
Consider this as an omen
Natures blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we
Think that we own them
Never think that you're broken
Or think that you're no-one
Remember a rope is strong
Because of strings interwoven
Would they love you more if you
Mock the people that you're from
Self-orientalise and believe that you belong
Overcompensate and propagate the image
Of the imbecile
Not uninvolved though you're further
From the killing field
Take solace in the fact there's
Always cracks in the monolith
Now we're practically lobbing bricks
Like Asterix and Obelix
Distracted with gossip it's twisted news
An interlude to adverts
No hidden truths to listen to it's pitiful
Rosa Luxemburg gave us this simple truth
You won't feel your chains till the
Day you begin to move
He photographed a corpse and they
Flung him in the cage
Those that signed off on the cladding
Are still receiving their wage
Helicopters hovered close
Pictures for the front page
Tried to speak all I really
Felt deep was numb rage
How could they see this pain
At such a young age leaning out the window
Screaming for help but none came
If it bleeds it leads
Trauma tourists they gravitate
Shock doctrine in effect
Disaster capitalists salivate
Privitisation, deregulation and austerity
To zero hour contracts
Exploitation and precarity
Adults didn't make it
Children to be fostered
Saved pennies on the block
Dropped 20 million on the opera
We see through your cold plans
Your programme is done
We don't want a Prime Minister
That holds hands with Trump
We don't want DJs doing
Shows on military compounds
Can't trivialise fire or hear
Any more bomb sounds
How can I smile when I know
The remains are still not found
And echoing in my mind is
Exactly how the sobs sound
They say we're criminals for
The syllables and stanzas
When they subsidise the killers tools
The pillagers and bankers
Who are the engines of history
People like me and you
Who got massacred for the right
To vote at Peterloo
It was imagineers, the poets and the artists
The miners, Tolpuddle Martyrs
William Cuffay and the chartists
Rebel and resist even through something small
Create windows with words and mirrors
Where once were walls
Manure contributes to the beauty of a rose
Why can't we accept our pain as
Something that helps us grow
They wonder why songs that make
You cry are more moving
‘Cause crying's the only thing that
We were born doing
They tell us tea is tradition to the English
When I look around this island not
A tea plantation in it
Earl Gray gave 20 million
To the slave traders
Multi-polar world now the Indians
Are space raiders
Freedom to be even or merely alienate labour
Freedom for fossil fuellers to
Desecrate and invade nature
Albert was an immigrant
Prince Phillip is an immigrant
Were the Celts, Normans and
The Anglo-Saxons English, then?
The words Sugar
Cotton and Rice come from Arabic
Now we import democracy to
Civilise the Saracens
Analysing planets when this back
Water was wilderness
It seems we're still obsessed
With immortality like Gilgamesh
Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will
Wear the skin of their victims
It's syndrome buffalo bill
In times of permanent war there
Is always someone to kill
But when life and death are
Virtual almost nothing is real
They got my snapshots in a padlocked box
Settle with the heavy metal this
Is rap not rock
It's fire in the booth but man's not hot
I just got genius bars like a laptop shop
They wanna know if I've got a flow
Or I'm gonna blow
Back like Geronimo Pratt let's rock ‘n roll
I never sold my soul for a pot of gold
Now feel this scholar’s solid knowledge
In your collar bone subject of propaganda
That terrifies the slumbered
But the albums still sell you
Can verify the numbers collectivise or die
Protect your mind or suffer
Life is paradise to some and a
Pair of dice to others
While these twittering teens
Are sinking in screens and thinking in memes
They blink and this machine
Is pimping their dreams
I think it’s obscene, as sick as it seems
They don’t know what
Lyrical invincibility means
Barge through for part 2, I can't lose
Labels astroturfing trying to make
It look grass roots
Gone are the days we sold our
CDs from the car boot
A sharpshooter shooting harpoons through
Your chart tunes i saw pain in the eyes of
A tired retired fire man
Knowing he couldn't save a child
Survive the frying pan
When we riot we disquiet the leviathan
Forget iron man I got
An iron lion’s diaphragm
My salutation to those with imagination
Most anticipated and that's no exaggeration
The flag doesn't exist let me
Back up that statement
What happens to the nation
If the Queen has a tax haven?
What's commonsensical is sensible to question
What seems to be a
Lesson is intellectual repression
Say the ting goes… as
Expression of aggression
Remember there are two victims on
Either side of the weapon
We won’t let ‘em sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let them sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let them sleep
Listen, check it
Power to those who read bell hooks
Power to those who sell books
Power to those who know how the
Inside of a cell looks
All those feeling helpless
Forgotten or discarded
Power to the strange fruit they thought
Was rotting in their garden
Power to those sitting alone seeking
Solace in the calmness
Power to those feeling stained know
Your tomorrow isn’t tarnished
Power to those who sweep the streets
With more knowledge than PhDs
Power to those who keep their keys
Return is promised please believe
Power to those that suffer in silence
And those it hurts to hear
Power to those that hold their ground
Power to those that persevere
Power to those that love humanity
More than they love style
Power to immigrants that’s probably
Raising Donald Trump's child
Power to the blind who can't
Imagine what sight is
Power to those staring at the moon
And all those working night shifts
Power to readers, the writers, the illiterate
Power to those that struggle
To decolonise their syllabus
Power to the shy ones that
Always struggled to make friends
And to the half of humanity
Worth less than 8 men
Power to those that risked their lives to
Dig the coltan from the ground
For the mic I’m spitting on and
The phone you’re holding now
Power to those that built the
Stadium they're playing in
Power to those that mowed the grass and the
Stitched the ball that their playing with
Every rapper that doesn’t rap about killing
Power to the builders who build
Buildings that outlived them
Power to the slaves of ancient Greece that
Never had the right to vote
Democracy dead like Gary Webbe when they
Import it like it’s coke
Power to those that write to prison
Power to those writing home
Power to those writing poems
Power to those that died alone
Power to Curtis Mayfield
Power to Ronald Isley
Power to the fishermen that
Were forced into piracy
Power for every person that is
Working in a library
Power to every nurse that we turn
To in our times of need
Power to the unions and
The miners Thatcher punished
Power to those that drive the buses
And those that collect the rubbish
Power to the youth desiring the truth
Power for every rapper that is dying
For a fire in the booth
For those that lost limbs
To King Leopold's quota
And those risking their lives for
The P&O to Dover
Power to union leaders murdered by
Power to victims of this
Globalised Cosa Nostra
Power to those dying on the
Shores and the borders
Power to human beings that were
Rendered fauna and flora
Power to those that clean up
After the stage shows
And carnival goers haunted by
Kelso Colchrane's ghost
Power to Kevin Carter his picture
Taunts us ever after
So many questions never answered
Remember the last words of
Abd al-Mohsin al-Sadoun
الامة تنتظر الخدمة الانجليز لا يوافقون
Power to al-Jawahiri and his rebellions
They killed his brother Jafar and
He cursed the rotten Thamesians
Enlightened despots pursuing
Tactics Machiavellian
Chinese steel preceded Europe a millennium
Think about it, printed press
Half a millenium, never get close
Power to Ken Loach and
Every volunteer in Lesbos
Cuban doctors sent to Sri
Lanka for the tsunami
Power to those that cleaned up
After the Bullingdon parties
Kids knowing Apple products before they
Know what an apple is
Forgotten like passengers on
The USS Indianapolis
Dying days before they could see
What Little Boy's damage did
On precipice of fascism our
Passiveness is cancerous
Power to those strong enough to dream
Power to those that choose not to
Be a cog in the machine
Power to those that love first and hate never
Power to those that sleep on
Streets through grey weather
Power to Aziz Ali and Bone Thugs and Harmony
Power to Norman Baker
David Kelly's ulnar artery
Power to the genocided population of Tasmania
The internet descends to Trumptastic fantasia
Let them try quote this
You'll never find a better
Diagnosis than collective psychosis
It’s getting quite hopeless but hope
Is all we have
Trying cultivate the positive not
Focus on the bad
But the globe’s under attack
The obnoxious rage of a fake intellectual
Amazing Grace in the age of the spectacle
Not the first time they
Found a racist electable
To raise to the pedestal and desecrate
The place that translated the decimal
I don't want to tempt fate
Power to corpse washers like Salvador Allende
Power to language learners from Bernie
Sanders fans to flag burners
One man's inertia is another man's purpose
In utopia of song we are victorious
But the bitter sweet reality's
Not this glorious
Power to Coltrane watching Malcolm X
Power to Paul Robeson under house arrest
Power to Galileo under house arrest
Power to Ibn Haytham under house arrest
Forgive me if I sound obsessed
Forgive me if I sound depressed
Believe me that's not how it's meant
They probably thought I couldn't come
Back and kill the alphabet
¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
Sayin' ¡pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
Man like Lowkey in the building!
Oi you're a savage bro much love bro
Ay first time you come in
And killed the alphabet
Assassinated it, and now just
To take the mickey
You come in and kill it backwards yeah yeah
Wow much love bro
Man like Lowkey in the building
Thanks for having me man pleasure my G
Yeah man, yeah man
When you hear this right
Yeah, Fire in the Booth
Much anticipated Part 2
Hold tight suspense, listen
If they don't let us dream then
We won't let them sleep
If they don't let us dream then
We won't let them sleep listen
It's the zeitgeist, Zapatista
Zorro at his zenith
Z of zinc in the zebra zig-zagging zealots
Zilch to zombies and Zionists he's
Zen in his zodiac
Fire in the booth? It's Zoroastrian
The zone he's at
Like yapping like Yokozuna in
Yemen youtubing yoga
Or Yokozuna in Yeovil yodelling in Yoruba
They yelling your yardstick of
Yesteryear like Yeboah they're yearning
I'm yawning this like a yeti vs Yoda
I’m an X ray you're Xerox
I'm Xavier to the x-men
Ex out xmas like your Xanax to an extent
A wonderful world is waiting while
Weapons wage war we're weeping
Who's winning? We're wishing well while
Wicked wizards webs were weaving
They whip us 'til we're wheezing
Our Words of wisdom won't weaken
Witness these whatlass witless wallies
Waffling with their weekend
Their wording is Wikipedia virtually
Void of vitals verses visceral
Vintage but vivid videos going viral
I'm your uncle that understands
Now it’s us with the upper hand
We were underlings underrated unhuman
To Uncle Sam
The theory teaches that there are those
Thinking tactics to take the throne
Though the truth tends to be told
Through their thesaurus it takes it's toll
Slivering snakes stipulate systems to
Sell your soul
Secretly seek social stratification
Set in stone
Regiments ravaged the region now
It's ripe for reparations
Rendered refugees can't retract
Or repair ramifications
On a quest to quash the
Quarrels I’m quintessentially qualified
Quitters quake the quality of my
Quotes can't quite be quantified
People pass prematurely and pay
The price for passivity pretext to pillage
Plunder prepare to prolong proximity
A puppets pathology pulverized
By these possibilities
People power is potent and
The peak of positivity
Oligarchs ostracise others offer obituaries
Overall I overstand the
Odyssey optimistically
The norms of a nascent nation
Should never negate nature
Nasty as nefarious neo-con
Naysayers for neighbours
This masterful maverick mic man
Will make you meet your maker
Meanwhile merciless mercenaries manoeuvre to
Meet to the majors
Lyrically lacklustre literally lack love
Lust living lavish in luxury listeners lap up
A kaleidoscope of kindness, knowledge
Knuckles and kerosene
To kill the kleptocracy and cool the
Kettle that they kept us in
Jabbing javelins at jingoism
Jealousy justified when jeering at
Jobless is journalism
Information industry interlinked
With infantry
Instrumentalise identity implant
Ignorance instantly hackers in handcuffs
Harvesters of hatred hand gliding
Harbingers of harassment harbour
Harmful handwriting
Gangsters of globalisation glorify glitz
And the glam
Give us guidance to the graveyard they
Got the gift of the gab
It's flawless how they fabricate the
Folklore of the fiefdom
Funnell funds to freelance fighters and
Fawn over fights for freedom
Entertainment is education
Empathy is eccentric economics everything
Exploitation an epidemic
Exhausting environment is easy but
The dividends are deadly
Don't dare dream of doing different
Dread our destruction is definitely
Coming as the catalysts clamour for capital
Can't counteract the cycle this
Catastrophe could cancel all
Bring borders to bear bombarded
With the broken
Basically bribery beckons business
We are beholden
Though accurate answers to all of
The above aren't available
I attack the alphabet again and aced
It just to aim at you
They say anything is attainable
Attack the alphabet again and ace
(it just to aim at you)
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let 'em sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let 'em sleep
How can I do a fire in the booth
When I'm trying just to maintain
And since June don't hear the word
Fire in the same way heard screams
Splutters and them gasping for air
That’s not bars in a booth
It’s so hard to compare
If I use fire as metaphor
Does that disrespect the people
That are never more?
How does that bomb sound sound to those that
Bled in war that we never saw?
Remember when they settled scores with
Metal swords like Skeletor
Chinese made gun powder
Nobel invented dynamite
They say the guilt in his mind
Compelled him to design the prize
We know what Einstein's mind was like
How many geniuses we never knew
That were deprived of life?
I can't philosophise on horrifying flames
We don’t have to apologise
Or qualify our pain
Degrenfellise our loved ones of
The colonisers name
Should we let the corporate
Media lobotomise our brains
You are beautiful
No matter how this life disfigures you
You’re beautiful even if that image
You emulate isn't you
I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical
But know I’m ridiculed for
Making invisibles visible
That's why Plato said banish
Poets from the republic
‘Cause they know that we can shake
The social system and disrupt it
The land of liberty
They tell us leave it or lump it
When Trump comes to the country we
Hope he chokes on his crumpet
Before we sink in the ocean
Consider this as an omen
Natures blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we
Think that we own them
Never think that you're broken
Or think that you're no-one
Remember a rope is strong
Because of strings interwoven
Would they love you more if you
Mock the people that you're from
Self-orientalise and believe that you belong
Overcompensate and propagate the image
Of the imbecile
Not uninvolved though you're further
From the killing field
Take solace in the fact there's
Always cracks in the monolith
Now we're practically lobbing bricks
Like Asterix and Obelix
Distracted with gossip it's twisted news
An interlude to adverts
No hidden truths to listen to it's pitiful
Rosa Luxemburg gave us this simple truth
You won't feel your chains till the
Day you begin to move
He photographed a corpse and they
Flung him in the cage
Those that signed off on the cladding
Are still receiving their wage
Helicopters hovered close
Pictures for the front page
Tried to speak all I really
Felt deep was numb rage
How could they see this pain
At such a young age leaning out the window
Screaming for help but none came
If it bleeds it leads
Trauma tourists they gravitate
Shock doctrine in effect
Disaster capitalists salivate
Privitisation, deregulation and austerity
To zero hour contracts
Exploitation and precarity
Adults didn't make it
Children to be fostered
Saved pennies on the block
Dropped 20 million on the opera
We see through your cold plans
Your programme is done
We don't want a Prime Minister
That holds hands with Trump
We don't want DJs doing
Shows on military compounds
Can't trivialise fire or hear
Any more bomb sounds
How can I smile when I know
The remains are still not found
And echoing in my mind is
Exactly how the sobs sound
They say we're criminals for
The syllables and stanzas
When they subsidise the killers tools
The pillagers and bankers
Who are the engines of history
People like me and you
Who got massacred for the right
To vote at Peterloo
It was imagineers, the poets and the artists
The miners, Tolpuddle Martyrs
William Cuffay and the chartists
Rebel and resist even through something small
Create windows with words and mirrors
Where once were walls
Manure contributes to the beauty of a rose
Why can't we accept our pain as
Something that helps us grow
They wonder why songs that make
You cry are more moving
‘Cause crying's the only thing that
We were born doing
They tell us tea is tradition to the English
When I look around this island not
A tea plantation in it
Earl Gray gave 20 million
To the slave traders
Multi-polar world now the Indians
Are space raiders
Freedom to be even or merely alienate labour
Freedom for fossil fuellers to
Desecrate and invade nature
Albert was an immigrant
Prince Phillip is an immigrant
Were the Celts, Normans and
The Anglo-Saxons English, then?
The words Sugar
Cotton and Rice come from Arabic
Now we import democracy to
Civilise the Saracens
Analysing planets when this back
Water was wilderness
It seems we're still obsessed
With immortality like Gilgamesh
Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will
Wear the skin of their victims
It's syndrome buffalo bill
In times of permanent war there
Is always someone to kill
But when life and death are
Virtual almost nothing is real
They got my snapshots in a padlocked box
Settle with the heavy metal this
Is rap not rock
It's fire in the booth but man's not hot
I just got genius bars like a laptop shop
They wanna know if I've got a flow
Or I'm gonna blow
Back like Geronimo Pratt let's rock ‘n roll
I never sold my soul for a pot of gold
Now feel this scholar’s solid knowledge
In your collar bone subject of propaganda
That terrifies the slumbered
But the albums still sell you
Can verify the numbers collectivise or die
Protect your mind or suffer
Life is paradise to some and a
Pair of dice to others
While these twittering teens
Are sinking in screens and thinking in memes
They blink and this machine
Is pimping their dreams
I think it’s obscene, as sick as it seems
They don’t know what
Lyrical invincibility means
Barge through for part 2, I can't lose
Labels astroturfing trying to make
It look grass roots
Gone are the days we sold our
CDs from the car boot
A sharpshooter shooting harpoons through
Your chart tunes i saw pain in the eyes of
A tired retired fire man
Knowing he couldn't save a child
Survive the frying pan
When we riot we disquiet the leviathan
Forget iron man I got
An iron lion’s diaphragm
My salutation to those with imagination
Most anticipated and that's no exaggeration
The flag doesn't exist let me
Back up that statement
What happens to the nation
If the Queen has a tax haven?
What's commonsensical is sensible to question
What seems to be a
Lesson is intellectual repression
Say the ting goes… as
Expression of aggression
Remember there are two victims on
Either side of the weapon
We won’t let ‘em sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let them sleep
If they don't let us dream
Then we won't let them sleep
Listen, check it
Power to those who read bell hooks
Power to those who sell books
Power to those who know how the
Inside of a cell looks
All those feeling helpless
Forgotten or discarded
Power to the strange fruit they thought
Was rotting in their garden
Power to those sitting alone seeking
Solace in the calmness
Power to those feeling stained know
Your tomorrow isn’t tarnished
Power to those who sweep the streets
With more knowledge than PhDs
Power to those who keep their keys
Return is promised please believe
Power to those that suffer in silence
And those it hurts to hear
Power to those that hold their ground
Power to those that persevere
Power to those that love humanity
More than they love style
Power to immigrants that’s probably
Raising Donald Trump's child
Power to the blind who can't
Imagine what sight is
Power to those staring at the moon
And all those working night shifts
Power to readers, the writers, the illiterate
Power to those that struggle
To decolonise their syllabus
Power to the shy ones that
Always struggled to make friends
And to the half of humanity
Worth less than 8 men
Power to those that risked their lives to
Dig the coltan from the ground
For the mic I’m spitting on and
The phone you’re holding now
Power to those that built the
Stadium they're playing in
Power to those that mowed the grass and the
Stitched the ball that their playing with
Every rapper that doesn’t rap about killing
Power to the builders who build
Buildings that outlived them
Power to the slaves of ancient Greece that
Never had the right to vote
Democracy dead like Gary Webbe when they
Import it like it’s coke
Power to those that write to prison
Power to those writing home
Power to those writing poems
Power to those that died alone
Power to Curtis Mayfield
Power to Ronald Isley
Power to the fishermen that
Were forced into piracy
Power for every person that is
Working in a library
Power to every nurse that we turn
To in our times of need
Power to the unions and
The miners Thatcher punished
Power to those that drive the buses
And those that collect the rubbish
Power to the youth desiring the truth
Power for every rapper that is dying
For a fire in the booth
For those that lost limbs
To King Leopold's quota
And those risking their lives for
The P&O to Dover
Power to union leaders murdered by
Power to victims of this
Globalised Cosa Nostra
Power to those dying on the
Shores and the borders
Power to human beings that were
Rendered fauna and flora
Power to those that clean up
After the stage shows
And carnival goers haunted by
Kelso Colchrane's ghost
Power to Kevin Carter his picture
Taunts us ever after
So many questions never answered
Remember the last words of
Abd al-Mohsin al-Sadoun
الامة تنتظر الخدمة الانجليز لا يوافقون
Power to al-Jawahiri and his rebellions
They killed his brother Jafar and
He cursed the rotten Thamesians
Enlightened despots pursuing
Tactics Machiavellian
Chinese steel preceded Europe a millennium
Think about it, printed press
Half a millenium, never get close
Power to Ken Loach and
Every volunteer in Lesbos
Cuban doctors sent to Sri
Lanka for the tsunami
Power to those that cleaned up
After the Bullingdon parties
Kids knowing Apple products before they
Know what an apple is
Forgotten like passengers on
The USS Indianapolis
Dying days before they could see
What Little Boy's damage did
On precipice of fascism our
Passiveness is cancerous
Power to those strong enough to dream
Power to those that choose not to
Be a cog in the machine
Power to those that love first and hate never
Power to those that sleep on
Streets through grey weather
Power to Aziz Ali and Bone Thugs and Harmony
Power to Norman Baker
David Kelly's ulnar artery
Power to the genocided population of Tasmania
The internet descends to Trumptastic fantasia
Let them try quote this
You'll never find a better
Diagnosis than collective psychosis
It’s getting quite hopeless but hope
Is all we have
Trying cultivate the positive not
Focus on the bad
But the globe’s under attack
The obnoxious rage of a fake intellectual
Amazing Grace in the age of the spectacle
Not the first time they
Found a racist electable
To raise to the pedestal and desecrate
The place that translated the decimal
I don't want to tempt fate
Power to corpse washers like Salvador Allende
Power to language learners from Bernie
Sanders fans to flag burners
One man's inertia is another man's purpose
In utopia of song we are victorious
But the bitter sweet reality's
Not this glorious
Power to Coltrane watching Malcolm X
Power to Paul Robeson under house arrest
Power to Galileo under house arrest
Power to Ibn Haytham under house arrest
Forgive me if I sound obsessed
Forgive me if I sound depressed
Believe me that's not how it's meant
They probably thought I couldn't come
Back and kill the alphabet
¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
Sayin' ¡pueblo unido, jamás será vencido!
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido
الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام
Man like Lowkey in the building!
Oi you're a savage bro much love bro
Ay first time you come in
And killed the alphabet
Assassinated it, and now just
To take the mickey
You come in and kill it backwards yeah yeah
Wow much love bro
Man like Lowkey in the building
Thanks for having me man pleasure my G
Yeah man, yeah man