A Thousand Broken Mirrors. A scream a shout far in the distance. Maybe the first or second floor. Curtains colouring the windows. Never see behind closed doors.
Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones. At the end of a disconnected phone. (That's where the truth hides). . Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet.
Read up your history and then you'll reach your destination. Teach up the youth and then you'll find the solution. Education is the key, will be for eternity.
Rise to the challenge. Time is a ticking, so you'd better start linking. Energies surging, vision is blurring. Maybe you're feeling you're not up to scratch.
This is the riddim I like. This is the riddim I like. . This is the riddim I like. . This, this, this is the riddim I like. This, this, this is the riddim I like.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Check it out. Check it out. Without a doubt. This is the new sound a coming around. No we never lost sight of the fight on our hands.
Lies, damn lies and statistics. Fitting up and stitching up. Down at ballistics. . The back of the van. It ain't used for seating. Just check through the window.
Canteen culture coloring the view. From Hendon to Eltham, not following the clue. Corruption instruction, the life blood of the blue. The whole of the barrel is rotten and not just a few.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Every sunday morning in front of the tv. Recording with a microphone naya zindagi. Pioneer gurdas maan.
Written by: lisa das. . I am a modern apprentice. I believe in the life-long learning. 'ain't gonna take away this natural yearning. To know the truth.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Who controls the past controls the present. And who controls the present controls the future. . The battle for the past is for the future.
Somewhere in the ghetto where morality died. It's a rapid response and who hands are tied. Ask the questions later, raise the .45. Press it against his head, watch him beg for his life.
Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite. Hypocrite. . Hypocrites, we're gonna get inside your mind. Hypocrites, you will pay for your crimes. Hypocrites, we're gonna bleed you dry.
And we say, back way to all the trouble makers. Better fix up your brains because you are the biggest fakers. Come in the place better know who you are.
Keep bangin' on the wall. Keep bangin' on the wall. Of Fortress Europe. . 2022, a new European order. Robot guards patrolling the border. Cybernetic dogs are getting closer and closer.
Open up, open up, open up. Open up. Enemy, enemy, enemy. Enemy, enemy. . Bring this. . Enemy of the enemy, who?. Enemy of the enemy, what?. Enemy of the enemy, who?.
Dub is the place we come to argue and debate. Isn't just a backdrop for our herbal intake. In this time we fill the space with noise. . Black noise will be a sound you can't avoid.
This collaboration herewith is no ego trip. We no bring no badness, no fuss or fighting with it. Educational - why don't you keep up with this. Time to pay atention to the conscious lyrics.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . New crash is coming. . Watch out imf dem try to tek away your sight. Boom an a gloom, recession it a loom.
I'll be honest with you. I hate war in all its forms. Physical, psychological, spiritual. Emotional, environmental. I hate war. . And I hate having to struggle, I, I, I honestly do.