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anik:

eh yo, where did the sun go?
erased by the cars, abghas haze and gun smoke
through the rain as i speak my bars
the light from the streets deletes the stars
the air that we’re breathing is poison and
people wear fake tan to avoid the sun
like a demon child that destroys its mum
eaten up from the inside like horse men in troy
my lungs are jet black and cancerous
gasoline, nicotine and ganja spliffs
damage is done like when arms handlers
had me praying for change like a thousand mantises
persue goodness, salute the righteous
dark circle in computer nightmares
we cruise light years, recruiting the future fighters

ov:

i write the sickest raps that bring it back to the natural elements
iller than twisted cats with twenty kids in backwards settlements
settling for less than ten pence for a days wages
this rap game’s baiter than ancient ways of racial hatred
with thoughts contagiously spawning new waves of anger
damaging innocent minds that wanna rhyme coz they’re none the wiser
i flow more than 2 rival tides in a violent ocean
riding the undercurrents of bodies writhing in tribal motion
survive on the vital potion of liquid swords and frozen soul food
holding the pole position only stroll with the wholly bold few
but i’m sure that by the rise of the next cycle we’ll be forgotten
confiding in dry tears by the wayside with minds rotten
i fight for the common cause in the plight for the defiant brother
whose only hope is to find solace in a bottle or lonely gutter
if only truths were uttered every time our mouths were opened
we’d be halfway to the promised land with a vision of cowards broken

tommy evans:

i’m a starving artist who harnessed the force of the beat
i talk to my peeps who walk in their sleep
through dimly lit victorian streets
where the law of the beast enforced by police
ignoring the shrieks n silent screams, violent scenes
grey smog hides the sun’s vibrant beams
tyrants need to make loot in grey suits
caught in the same loop but can’t break loose
the hate that hate produce, takes routes shapes youths
and grows into billy holliday’s strange fruit
the rotten apple he picked from the tree,
the sick and diseased to its pips and its seeds
the wickedest fiends trick and deceive
the victims bereave, mans are addicted to greed
but wealth corrupts till you self destruct,
our target’s to uplift and lift you up