Akala - Revolution Ting lyrics

[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 k**ing 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? [Hook: Black The Ripper] [Verse 2: Black The Ripper] I'm on the revolution ting I'm on the Huey Newton ting All these clones are watching the throne But I think we all know who's the King They're on this Martin Luther ting I'm more like Malcolm X without the specs When I speak you hear me loud and clear f** police, I say that loud and clear Law abiding, f** out here My people struggling out here Goin' jail hustlin' out here Cos the government don't give us nothing out here Sometimes I need a sign so I ask God and get nothing but air And you wonder why we're living in [?] And you know what's the wickedest ting? No one gives a sh**, we're just letting them win The minority control the majority They tax our wages, that's robbery They're already rich, we're living in poverty Dishonesty and hypocrisy Nine to five life, that's not for me What the heck? Keep your cheque One grand a month can't pay my rent I ain't scared, I run up in the Lion's den Till the royal family give up lying for Lent There's people in the army dying for them David Cameron's family got rich of the slave trade Now it's 2004 and he's got you on a slave wage f** that and f** them I don't pick cotton blud [Hook] [Verse 3: Akala] Everybody anybody talk revolution sh** But do we really know what revolution is? Fighting, but enlightened All of the guns are controlled by the tyrants Don't get me wrong, we defend ours But real revolution is who we are Long as I drive a car Wanna be stars As the world starves Just get ours Far from a part that is hard to regard As nothing but the darkest part of the scars Cos we march and we dance And we chant and we prance But can't advance past our past fast Caught in division, war for religion Mental prison, nationalism Flag is a cloth that wrapped round your head Proud as a shroud to wrap round the dead We're bound by the clowns that backed down and said: We're bound to be bound, go back down to bed Long as we see borders and orders Of course we'll resort to retort till they're taught with our forces Or just act brainless, avoid the fact that they chain us And all the crimes that are heinous, and hope that we can get famous But Guevara t-shirts are not revolution I ain't saying I've got the solution To curb our greed of redistributing The wealth of the earth to those of our choosing Real revolution, wanna be a part of it? Turn off the TV, read, start of it Malcolm was reading, Gandhi was reading Toussaint was reading, though he died bleeding We have that man to thank for our freedom We die for dumb sh**, why not die for freedom? We have that man to thank for our freedom We die for dumb sh**, why not die for freedom? [Hook]