[Verse 1: Lowkey]
So many men say they're revolutionary
But they don’t really know what revolution would mean
It would mean blood and it would mean pain
But it could be us who bring that change
Each bar that I publish
Is blasting for justice
Regard your partners as parliament puppets
Acknowledge me on behalf of the public
Abolish the Queen we demand a republic
Little hypocrites are spitting typical nonsense
I'm a black bull because of political content
Laugh at my people while you criminals bomb them
Militant on the rhythm, I'm killing you with a song then
History you won't read in a textbook
Kunta Kinte, I bleed from my left foot
Never see me on the TV with Jedward
Tell the BBC they need me on Westwood
Screw [?] crack head
You don’t crack heads
You’re crew don’t pack texts
Do those whack sets
Do a whole track that says who sold crack best
Salute though, kudos to Hugo Chavez
Forget the ice on your hand and your Rolly
When it’s on top get your [?] from Sony
Mangle, dismantle, and cancel your cronies
Till I go out like Diana and Dodi
Talk about my race, why is it funny?
Forget Ayrab, you’re getting Zionist’s money
Sicker than sickle-cell
And my names rings bells
Might be taking me lightly cos my skins pale
I can get dark, more dark than the dark moor
I can get dark like a dark night in Dartmoor
Dark like Darfur at half past four, AM
So why you dummies getting daft for?
So many men say they're revolutionary
But they don’t really know what revolution would mean
It would mean blood and it would mean pain
But it could be us who bring that change
Each bar that I publish
Is blasting for justice
Regard your partners as parliament puppets
Acknowledge me on behalf of the public
Abolish the Queen we demand a republic
Little hypocrites are spitting typical nonsense
I'm a black bull because of political content
Laugh at my people while you criminals bomb them
Militant on the rhythm, I'm killing you with a song then
History you won't read in a textbook
Kunta Kinte, I bleed from my left foot
Never see me on the TV with Jedward
Tell the BBC they need me on Westwood
Screw [?] crack head
You don’t crack heads
You’re crew don’t pack texts
Do those whack sets
Do a whole track that says who sold crack best
Salute though, kudos to Hugo Chavez
Forget the ice on your hand and your Rolly
When it’s on top get your [?] from Sony
Mangle, dismantle, and cancel your cronies
Till I go out like Diana and Dodi
Talk about my race, why is it funny?
Forget Ayrab, you’re getting Zionist’s money
Sicker than sickle-cell
And my names rings bells
Might be taking me lightly cos my skins pale
I can get dark, more dark than the dark moor
I can get dark like a dark night in Dartmoor
Dark like Darfur at half past four, AM
So why you dummies getting daft for?
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