طرفداران هیچکس
مهدیار، قاف، فدایی، بیداد، ریویل و ...
طرفداران هیچکس
مهدیار، قاف، فدایی، بیداد، ریویل و ...
تکست آهنگ Neva Blink
Verse1:
In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eye/
Takes a second to clear my head,(Why?) 'cos I always dream of people who've died/
I don't shake the feeling, I keep it inside, thats how I keep them alive/
I let it feed me and breathe through my rhymes/
Realism keeps telling me/
That I was meant to walk alone, from the day I was born to the day they bury me/
But realisms my remedy/
So I smile, rub sunshine on my face and look to the day ahead of me/
I started life as a star in the sky/
From a spark in my father's eye and I'll shine till the afterlife/
So many questions still unanswered in life/
And each is answered with why/
Why he departed at the darkest of times?/
Wait a minute, I only been awake for a minute/
And maybe this is all a dream, one day I'll wake in a clinic/
Wouldn't surprise me, life is like a fake little gimmick/
People go from being your friends to being faces who visit/
Remember when we were younger together we held the spot down?/
You grew onwards and upwards, you no longer on the block now/
I'd never be mad at your progress/
But it's kind of like I'm still in the grimy side of life and you don't even notice/
Maybe I'm getting too deep, getting caught in emotions/
It's just the Persian blood in me, I came from over the oceans/
True believer in unity, I am my brothers keeper/
Whether they drug dealers, thieves or underachievers/
Where you see drugs, street thugs and robberies/
I see a bunch of children the system couldnt teach properly/
It's all about pespective, you need to learn to see properly/
Before accusing kids of not learning to speak properly/
My lifes been an attempt to gain wisdom/
So I've been patient and listened/
From words of ancients to my mates that are in prison/
Certain people will read a page of Religion/
Misunderstand it, then do the Devil's work and claim they maintaining tradition/
They failed to listen to the instinct that's in them/
Ended up sinning, and they got the nerve to tell me that I'm fake 'cos I'm spitting/
I refuse to play the game I was given/
I chose a way that was different/
And thats reflected in the way that I'm living/
From tower block to council estate, council estate to prison/
Accumalated some strange ways of thinking/
I figure, I'm a secret unto myself, the obvious is for others/
So when I think of Heaven I don't look to the stars above us/
I do this for missing sisters, fathers, mothers and brothers/
And all the others amongst us who lost somone who loved us/
I know I said some raw things on 'Warning'/
But I'm not sure if I meant them, understand it's all part of my mourning/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block and stay high, eyes of a snake I never blink, never cry/
Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Verse 2:
Lately I wake from sleep in the night/
Lady by my side like baby try get back to sleep it's alright/
But lately I find I'm sleepless at nights/
I get this feeling inside/
'Cos in my dreams I speak with people who've died/
And theres answers to certain secrets that lie/
Forever buried under the ground, it's too deep to percieve with your eyes/
That why I learnt to see with my mind/
Opened my third eye and read the signs in life I frequently find/
Maybe I went too deep with this rhyme/
But I'm just speaking my mind/
Ain't feeling the vibe, you need to rewind/
I represent street philosophers who aim to defeat the obvious/
Really it's not a lyric but more like a stream of conciousness/
Living off instinct, that's a thing they don't teach in colleges/
Situations in life make you see just how deep your knowledge is/
I emmanate peace from my aura/
Same time I know the street, so I also keep a piece and a bourer/
Thinking when did it come to this? Has it come to this/
Younger kids, playing with guns and clips/
Maybe the High Grade makes me think too much/
Or maybe the rest of the world simply ain't thinking enough/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block n stay high/
Eyes of a snake, I never blink, never cry/
Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eye/
Takes a second to clear my head,(Why?) 'cos I always dream of people who've died/
I don't shake the feeling, I keep it inside, thats how I keep them alive/
I let it feed me and breathe through my rhymes/
Realism keeps telling me/
That I was meant to walk alone, from the day I was born to the day they bury me/
But realisms my remedy/
So I smile, rub sunshine on my face and look to the day ahead of me/
I started life as a star in the sky/
From a spark in my father's eye and I'll shine till the afterlife/
So many questions still unanswered in life/
And each is answered with why/
Why he departed at the darkest of times?/
Wait a minute, I only been awake for a minute/
And maybe this is all a dream, one day I'll wake in a clinic/
Wouldn't surprise me, life is like a fake little gimmick/
People go from being your friends to being faces who visit/
Remember when we were younger together we held the spot down?/
You grew onwards and upwards, you no longer on the block now/
I'd never be mad at your progress/
But it's kind of like I'm still in the grimy side of life and you don't even notice/
Maybe I'm getting too deep, getting caught in emotions/
It's just the Persian blood in me, I came from over the oceans/
True believer in unity, I am my brothers keeper/
Whether they drug dealers, thieves or underachievers/
Where you see drugs, street thugs and robberies/
I see a bunch of children the system couldnt teach properly/
It's all about pespective, you need to learn to see properly/
Before accusing kids of not learning to speak properly/
My lifes been an attempt to gain wisdom/
So I've been patient and listened/
From words of ancients to my mates that are in prison/
Certain people will read a page of Religion/
Misunderstand it, then do the Devil's work and claim they maintaining tradition/
They failed to listen to the instinct that's in them/
Ended up sinning, and they got the nerve to tell me that I'm fake 'cos I'm spitting/
I refuse to play the game I was given/
I chose a way that was different/
And thats reflected in the way that I'm living/
From tower block to council estate, council estate to prison/
Accumalated some strange ways of thinking/
I figure, I'm a secret unto myself, the obvious is for others/
So when I think of Heaven I don't look to the stars above us/
I do this for missing sisters, fathers, mothers and brothers/
And all the others amongst us who lost somone who loved us/
I know I said some raw things on 'Warning'/
But I'm not sure if I meant them, understand it's all part of my mourning/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block and stay high, eyes of a snake I never blink, never cry/
Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Verse 2:
Lately I wake from sleep in the night/
Lady by my side like baby try get back to sleep it's alright/
But lately I find I'm sleepless at nights/
I get this feeling inside/
'Cos in my dreams I speak with people who've died/
And theres answers to certain secrets that lie/
Forever buried under the ground, it's too deep to percieve with your eyes/
That why I learnt to see with my mind/
Opened my third eye and read the signs in life I frequently find/
Maybe I went too deep with this rhyme/
But I'm just speaking my mind/
Ain't feeling the vibe, you need to rewind/
I represent street philosophers who aim to defeat the obvious/
Really it's not a lyric but more like a stream of conciousness/
Living off instinct, that's a thing they don't teach in colleges/
Situations in life make you see just how deep your knowledge is/
I emmanate peace from my aura/
Same time I know the street, so I also keep a piece and a bourer/
Thinking when did it come to this? Has it come to this/
Younger kids, playing with guns and clips/
Maybe the High Grade makes me think too much/
Or maybe the rest of the world simply ain't thinking enough/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block n stay high/
Eyes of a snake, I never blink, never cry/
Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/ش
تکست آهنگ I Predict A Riot
Recent events been hard to swallow but try to follow this/
Let’s take it up back to Tottenham and start right at the top of this/
Police shot this kid, Yeah he had a gun on him but he hadn’t even popped a clip/
It was hidden in his sock and shit/
I ain’t saying he was a saint, he could have been the opposite/
The facts remains the same, it’s not the Coppers prerogative/
They said he fired first, that he shot and hit.../
..A police radio, but the bullet lodged in it wasn’t his/
He shouldn’t have been slain by them officers/
Witnesses said that they held him down while Coppers shot at him/
His family needed to be set straight about the events of the day/
So they went to the Fed station thought they could explain/
But they’re still waiting for explanations the next day/
While local estates filled with revenge,resent and hate/
They held a peaceful protest to try and pressure the Jakes /
Never thought it would have escalated and ended this way /
Police hit a girl with a baton in the face /
And any trace of peace there was vanished and erased /
Police panicked and acted in an arrogant way /
And any fear people had left for them vanished that day
CHORUS:
I predict a riot, I predict a riot ( That’s what the people say )
The fire started in North but soon spread literally/
Newsreports, all you saw was kids filling the streets/
2011 and life’s just messy/
That’s what I thought watching London burn live on telly/
I heard they started looting Hugo Boss in Sloane Square/
So if you a boss named Hugo you advised not to go there/
Certain man went in on this smashing and grabbing ting hard/
A guy got a bottle through his window while he sat in his yard/
How many youths are really in this to make a difference?/
And how many youths looting just ‘cos they opportunistic?/
They smashed glass doors and wrecked stores in/
But Cameron didn’t make it back ‘till 11 the next morning/
it’s spreading, wherever you bop there’s mad pressure/
Not just London but Birmingham, Notts and Manchester/
Shit, I’m hearing Liverpool and Bristol too/
Lord knows what will happen when these youths bring their pistols through/
CHORUS:
I predict a riot, I predict a riot ( That’s what the people say )
Let me tell you something bout this system we’re living in/
Where do you think these loots learnt pillaging?/
Crooked politician with a wicked grin/
Sanctified villains in positions of influence/
The police have acted like a gang for years/
Now youths bang on them like they bang on their peers/
What’s changed is the lack of their fear/
Let me slow it down so the facts can become clear/
They marginalized the youth, its happened for years/
So no surprise they reacted like savage animals here/
What happens next? Well that’s anybody’s guess/
Utter lawlessness, get no response if you call the feds?/
Don’t nobody see this is exactly what they want/
To give police justification to come and hunt us with guns/
So before all that we need to all fall back/
UK fall back ,UK FALL BACK!/
I can hear helicopters, I can hear sirens/
I can see fires, I can see violence/
So before all that, we need to all fall back/
UK FALL BACK, UK FALL BACK!/
CHORUS:
Let’s take it up back to Tottenham and start right at the top of this/
Police shot this kid, Yeah he had a gun on him but he hadn’t even popped a clip/
It was hidden in his sock and shit/
I ain’t saying he was a saint, he could have been the opposite/
The facts remains the same, it’s not the Coppers prerogative/
They said he fired first, that he shot and hit.../
..A police radio, but the bullet lodged in it wasn’t his/
He shouldn’t have been slain by them officers/
Witnesses said that they held him down while Coppers shot at him/
His family needed to be set straight about the events of the day/
So they went to the Fed station thought they could explain/
But they’re still waiting for explanations the next day/
While local estates filled with revenge,resent and hate/
They held a peaceful protest to try and pressure the Jakes /
Never thought it would have escalated and ended this way /
Police hit a girl with a baton in the face /
And any trace of peace there was vanished and erased /
Police panicked and acted in an arrogant way /
And any fear people had left for them vanished that day
CHORUS:
I predict a riot, I predict a riot ( That’s what the people say )
The fire started in North but soon spread literally/
Newsreports, all you saw was kids filling the streets/
2011 and life’s just messy/
That’s what I thought watching London burn live on telly/
I heard they started looting Hugo Boss in Sloane Square/
So if you a boss named Hugo you advised not to go there/
Certain man went in on this smashing and grabbing ting hard/
A guy got a bottle through his window while he sat in his yard/
How many youths are really in this to make a difference?/
And how many youths looting just ‘cos they opportunistic?/
They smashed glass doors and wrecked stores in/
But Cameron didn’t make it back ‘till 11 the next morning/
it’s spreading, wherever you bop there’s mad pressure/
Not just London but Birmingham, Notts and Manchester/
Shit, I’m hearing Liverpool and Bristol too/
Lord knows what will happen when these youths bring their pistols through/
CHORUS:
I predict a riot, I predict a riot ( That’s what the people say )
Let me tell you something bout this system we’re living in/
Where do you think these loots learnt pillaging?/
Crooked politician with a wicked grin/
Sanctified villains in positions of influence/
The police have acted like a gang for years/
Now youths bang on them like they bang on their peers/
What’s changed is the lack of their fear/
Let me slow it down so the facts can become clear/
They marginalized the youth, its happened for years/
So no surprise they reacted like savage animals here/
What happens next? Well that’s anybody’s guess/
Utter lawlessness, get no response if you call the feds?/
Don’t nobody see this is exactly what they want/
To give police justification to come and hunt us with guns/
So before all that we need to all fall back/
UK fall back ,UK FALL BACK!/
I can hear helicopters, I can hear sirens/
I can see fires, I can see violence/
So before all that, we need to all fall back/
UK FALL BACK, UK FALL BACK!/
CHORUS:
I predict a riot, I predict a riot ( That’s what the people say )
تکست آهنگ Seven Shades
I hit them with a few flows/
And spit them at a few shows/
My shit’s peng and you know/
That sniff that? Need a new nose!/
These MCs need new flows/
These old ones sound lame to me/
Plain to see/
The Rap game’s turning basic like A, B, C/
Lately these fake MCs/
Blatently hate on me/
‘Cos I bring a little change to the game/
Something they afraid to see/
Why you screwing me bruv?/
I’m just doing me/
Reason you hate me so much?/
You wish you was me!/
Let me give the truth straight to you youths/
You couldn’t last a single day in my shoes/
Couldn’t even start lacing the boots/
Living everything I say on my tune/
You can check on my estate for the proof/
Blatently truth, laced in my tune/
Aim and I shoot, blaze at your troops/
Making them dudes strangers to you/
I let go with next flows, my rhymes blow back mountains/
You’re just a bunch of gay cowboys kinda like Brokeback Mountain/
I wrote raps astounding, so surrender/
‘Cos my 360 flow got your whole track surrounded/
(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom
( x 2)
Verse 2:
I get high when I ride the Mic/
‘Cos I write with live dynamite/
Lightning strikes every rhyme i write/
Shine so bright that I blind your sight/
Stop fronting like your trying to fight/
You a spineless vagina type /
I make sure what I write is tight/
And too complex to try to bite/
Can’t follow my drum pattern/
My tongue shatters, any one of your dumb rappers/
Get unravelled, baffled and run backwards/
the fact is you can’t match this/
You average and lack practice/
I was born to do this rap shit/
Stash raps like cash in my mattress/
Black lips from my hash spliffs/
If you really wanna battle we can clash quick/
Smack kids with my fat fists, no time for you wack pricks/
Double P gorillas in this rap shit/
Hardcore, you won’t see me on no smash hits/
See me with them crack kids/
My impact tips back your axis/
You thought this was just some rap shit?/
Times up, think, would you really put your life up/
Knife in your right gut, sliced, upright, blood spilling on your white rug?/
You never lived your life thug/
My style buck wild like killers with no name/
Move slicker than killers with no name/
All you see is a shimmer and gold flame/
And feel flows filling your whole frame/
(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom
(x 2 )
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar
And spit them at a few shows/
My shit’s peng and you know/
That sniff that? Need a new nose!/
These MCs need new flows/
These old ones sound lame to me/
Plain to see/
The Rap game’s turning basic like A, B, C/
Lately these fake MCs/
Blatently hate on me/
‘Cos I bring a little change to the game/
Something they afraid to see/
Why you screwing me bruv?/
I’m just doing me/
Reason you hate me so much?/
You wish you was me!/
Let me give the truth straight to you youths/
You couldn’t last a single day in my shoes/
Couldn’t even start lacing the boots/
Living everything I say on my tune/
You can check on my estate for the proof/
Blatently truth, laced in my tune/
Aim and I shoot, blaze at your troops/
Making them dudes strangers to you/
I let go with next flows, my rhymes blow back mountains/
You’re just a bunch of gay cowboys kinda like Brokeback Mountain/
I wrote raps astounding, so surrender/
‘Cos my 360 flow got your whole track surrounded/
(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom
( x 2)
Verse 2:
I get high when I ride the Mic/
‘Cos I write with live dynamite/
Lightning strikes every rhyme i write/
Shine so bright that I blind your sight/
Stop fronting like your trying to fight/
You a spineless vagina type /
I make sure what I write is tight/
And too complex to try to bite/
Can’t follow my drum pattern/
My tongue shatters, any one of your dumb rappers/
Get unravelled, baffled and run backwards/
the fact is you can’t match this/
You average and lack practice/
I was born to do this rap shit/
Stash raps like cash in my mattress/
Black lips from my hash spliffs/
If you really wanna battle we can clash quick/
Smack kids with my fat fists, no time for you wack pricks/
Double P gorillas in this rap shit/
Hardcore, you won’t see me on no smash hits/
See me with them crack kids/
My impact tips back your axis/
You thought this was just some rap shit?/
Times up, think, would you really put your life up/
Knife in your right gut, sliced, upright, blood spilling on your white rug?/
You never lived your life thug/
My style buck wild like killers with no name/
Move slicker than killers with no name/
All you see is a shimmer and gold flame/
And feel flows filling your whole frame/
(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom
(x 2 )
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar
تکست آهنگ Science Of Breath
I’m like a Black Hole singularity/
I exist in a field of reversed polarity/
Me and Mahdyar, snatch the stars/
Grab the seeds of the Galaxy and trap them in the beat/
Like intergalactic thieves, please comprehend/
Knowledge is superficial/
What you do with wisdom accumulated by you is the true issue/
Individuals shoot pistols/
Governments enlist the help of officials to choose the latest Cruise Missile/
But what’s the latest news issue?/
Deluded truth they give you, sometimes it’s just too much shit to sift through/
In Uni some lectures were hard to sit through/
You sit and then it hits you/
I wonder, how do they know if this shits true?/
Consider this, the inner minds vision is limitless/
Point to your brain, could you explain everything that exists in this?/
So fuck fake debating and chatting shit/
Ain’t nothing there to be gained from a vain clash of wits/
If your objective is truth, if you can handle this/
Then we can build infinity like we were stacking bricks/
But what you do is, you preach without teaching/
Leading people astray/
Your egos in the way, you don’t even see your face/
Instead you choose to mask your face like I did in my darker days/
And therein you mark your fate, ‘cos your heart is fake/
But if you learnt o master change/
Then we can build Infinity and even reach the stars in space/
CHORUS:
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) every breath that I let out I vent stress out/
Press my chest down and compress the rest of my breath out/
(Hold) for four heartbeats and then let go/
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) Gently through your nose, steady and slow/
Keep breathing eight paces just letting it go/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
Reveal your true face and just let go/
And that’s the Science of Breath/
Bredders thought that I just repped road/
Verse 2:
The Hoods gonna say that I’m spaced out/
But the universe is made of molecules like we are/
So technically we’re in space now/
Are you able to see that?/
Or are you one of the peeps that’ll say “Yeah CD’s banging but skip the deep track”?/
And to me it’s been baffling how certain man will think/
That they’ll be saved from their sins by wearing God’s name on a talisman/
True Religion not superstition/
Orthoproxy not orthodoxy, that’s something I learnt from Sufism/
I met men who gathered jewels of wisdom/
Unless you apply them in your life, there’s nothing useful in ‘em/
Learn to use your intuition, and truly glisten/
Learn to breath to the beat of your own rhythm/
I speak to my Father in dreams, see my Father’s deceased/
And every time I think about it, it’s like a part of me bleeds/
He departed from me, grew into something larger than we/
Like raindrops that fell down and became parts of the Sea/
So in a way there is Eternal life/
Because the imprint of his souls what I internalized/
And in effect I reflected through my internal eyes/
And realized he didn’t die, he just returned to life/
Kinda like, flowers blooming and oceans moving/
Mountains move with their own music/
We just don’t hear it ‘cos we’re human/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/
In order to see life you gotta dream right/
But in order to dream right you gotta sleep right/
But in order to sleep right you gotta breathe right/
So learn to breathe right and then you’ll see life.../
And that’s the Science of Breath...
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
I exist in a field of reversed polarity/
Me and Mahdyar, snatch the stars/
Grab the seeds of the Galaxy and trap them in the beat/
Like intergalactic thieves, please comprehend/
Knowledge is superficial/
What you do with wisdom accumulated by you is the true issue/
Individuals shoot pistols/
Governments enlist the help of officials to choose the latest Cruise Missile/
But what’s the latest news issue?/
Deluded truth they give you, sometimes it’s just too much shit to sift through/
In Uni some lectures were hard to sit through/
You sit and then it hits you/
I wonder, how do they know if this shits true?/
Consider this, the inner minds vision is limitless/
Point to your brain, could you explain everything that exists in this?/
So fuck fake debating and chatting shit/
Ain’t nothing there to be gained from a vain clash of wits/
If your objective is truth, if you can handle this/
Then we can build infinity like we were stacking bricks/
But what you do is, you preach without teaching/
Leading people astray/
Your egos in the way, you don’t even see your face/
Instead you choose to mask your face like I did in my darker days/
And therein you mark your fate, ‘cos your heart is fake/
But if you learnt o master change/
Then we can build Infinity and even reach the stars in space/
CHORUS:
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) every breath that I let out I vent stress out/
Press my chest down and compress the rest of my breath out/
(Hold) for four heartbeats and then let go/
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) Gently through your nose, steady and slow/
Keep breathing eight paces just letting it go/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
Reveal your true face and just let go/
And that’s the Science of Breath/
Bredders thought that I just repped road/
Verse 2:
The Hoods gonna say that I’m spaced out/
But the universe is made of molecules like we are/
So technically we’re in space now/
Are you able to see that?/
Or are you one of the peeps that’ll say “Yeah CD’s banging but skip the deep track”?/
And to me it’s been baffling how certain man will think/
That they’ll be saved from their sins by wearing God’s name on a talisman/
True Religion not superstition/
Orthoproxy not orthodoxy, that’s something I learnt from Sufism/
I met men who gathered jewels of wisdom/
Unless you apply them in your life, there’s nothing useful in ‘em/
Learn to use your intuition, and truly glisten/
Learn to breath to the beat of your own rhythm/
I speak to my Father in dreams, see my Father’s deceased/
And every time I think about it, it’s like a part of me bleeds/
He departed from me, grew into something larger than we/
Like raindrops that fell down and became parts of the Sea/
So in a way there is Eternal life/
Because the imprint of his souls what I internalized/
And in effect I reflected through my internal eyes/
And realized he didn’t die, he just returned to life/
Kinda like, flowers blooming and oceans moving/
Mountains move with their own music/
We just don’t hear it ‘cos we’re human/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/
In order to see life you gotta dream right/
But in order to dream right you gotta sleep right/
But in order to sleep right you gotta breathe right/
So learn to breathe right and then you’ll see life.../
And that’s the Science of Breath...
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ Melika
It happened once upon a dream but it's still as real as it seems/
Let me set the scene about this pretty little teen/
Went by the name Malika, I met her in my teens/
Attended the same same school, I knew her from Fifteen/
I developed a crush, but it was never love/
We exchanged hugs and kisses, but never fucked/
Realized it wasn’t us, so it never ended in tears/
Still kept in touch, and after several years/
She settled down with this bredder, I used to see them in the zones/
I thought he was a wasteman, but fuck it, each to their own/
‘Cos Malika says she’s happy, and that’s something that I’m glad to see/
But slowly and gradually, the whole dream became a tragedy/
The first year passed happily/
Things started to change when her man started saying he wants a family/
At first she had doubts, Malika wasn’t sure/
But Malikas in love, she let him go up in her, raw/
(Nothing happened) Certain things are destiny/
and other things were never meant to be/
Case in point, Malika’s pregnancy/
No mattter how hard they tried, the test still showed white/
Her man took it personal, like a blow to his pride/
Told Malika “You must be rotten inside/
And even if we did conceive a baby it’d probably die”/
Malika started to cry, said she wants to run away/
And that was the first time that he punched her in the face/
Chorus:
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Verse 2:
I still remember Malika as that pretty little teen/
Eyes deeper than philosophy, Olive skin that gleamed/
If you seen her recently, she’s looking like a fiend/
And the ironic thing is that Mailika means ‘Queen’/
But her man don’t understand that, he treats her like a slave blood/
Look closer you’ll see bruises benath the makeup/
She ain’t the same girl, I knew at 16/
Look deep into her eyes, shes living in a sick dream/
Losing her mental health, plus her respect for herself/
Within her own home, she’s living in her own hell/
Feels like shes enslaved, and her other half’s the jailer/
So now she looks for love in the arms of strangers/
She met a guy at work, he was a shoulder to cry on/
Things soon progressed and they found a sofa to lie on/
A few months passed, now there’s fear in her brain/
‘Cos for the first time, her period never came/
The size of her mans ego meant he couldn’t see the truth/
It was really HIS seed that wouldn’t let them breed a youth/
And now shes finally pregnant, but her mans not the father/
She can’t tell him the truth, (Why?) scared of the drama/
Ran to her Mother’s house, thought she would understand/
But her mothers disgusted she was with another man/
Called Mailika a ho, said she’s on her own/
Packed a bag full of clothes and told her that she should go/
And now Mailika’s on the road../
Chorus:
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again
Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
Let me set the scene about this pretty little teen/
Went by the name Malika, I met her in my teens/
Attended the same same school, I knew her from Fifteen/
I developed a crush, but it was never love/
We exchanged hugs and kisses, but never fucked/
Realized it wasn’t us, so it never ended in tears/
Still kept in touch, and after several years/
She settled down with this bredder, I used to see them in the zones/
I thought he was a wasteman, but fuck it, each to their own/
‘Cos Malika says she’s happy, and that’s something that I’m glad to see/
But slowly and gradually, the whole dream became a tragedy/
The first year passed happily/
Things started to change when her man started saying he wants a family/
At first she had doubts, Malika wasn’t sure/
But Malikas in love, she let him go up in her, raw/
(Nothing happened) Certain things are destiny/
and other things were never meant to be/
Case in point, Malika’s pregnancy/
No mattter how hard they tried, the test still showed white/
Her man took it personal, like a blow to his pride/
Told Malika “You must be rotten inside/
And even if we did conceive a baby it’d probably die”/
Malika started to cry, said she wants to run away/
And that was the first time that he punched her in the face/
Chorus:
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Verse 2:
I still remember Malika as that pretty little teen/
Eyes deeper than philosophy, Olive skin that gleamed/
If you seen her recently, she’s looking like a fiend/
And the ironic thing is that Mailika means ‘Queen’/
But her man don’t understand that, he treats her like a slave blood/
Look closer you’ll see bruises benath the makeup/
She ain’t the same girl, I knew at 16/
Look deep into her eyes, shes living in a sick dream/
Losing her mental health, plus her respect for herself/
Within her own home, she’s living in her own hell/
Feels like shes enslaved, and her other half’s the jailer/
So now she looks for love in the arms of strangers/
She met a guy at work, he was a shoulder to cry on/
Things soon progressed and they found a sofa to lie on/
A few months passed, now there’s fear in her brain/
‘Cos for the first time, her period never came/
The size of her mans ego meant he couldn’t see the truth/
It was really HIS seed that wouldn’t let them breed a youth/
And now shes finally pregnant, but her mans not the father/
She can’t tell him the truth, (Why?) scared of the drama/
Ran to her Mother’s house, thought she would understand/
But her mothers disgusted she was with another man/
Called Mailika a ho, said she’s on her own/
Packed a bag full of clothes and told her that she should go/
And now Mailika’s on the road../
Chorus:
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again
Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ Warning
Verse 1:
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Ready for anything that comes before me/
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week/
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep/
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story/
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong/
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?/
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong/
So how the Hell I end up with this fucked up shit that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me 'til I'm proved wrong/
Spilling my heart over looped songs/
This is my reality, this is whats left when the tunes gone/
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone.../
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 2:
I remember thinking I wish it was different/
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching/
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom/
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction/
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fuck this/
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference/
Thinking how can I overcome this?/
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb shit/
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage/
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change/
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way/
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day/
My Pops is dead now, nothings gonna change that/
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped/
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me/
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 3:
I ain't stupid I know the outcome of the story/
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory/
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me/
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me/
F*ck it that's how my destiny was meant to be/
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me/
The first step to my remedy?/
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep/
I won't rest in peace 'til I Rest In Peace/
It's kinda ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge/
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket/
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet/
I find solace when I study His Knowledge/
And it maybe just be my saving grace/
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways/
Realized my brain is a maze/
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Ready for anything that comes before me/
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week/
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep/
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story/
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong/
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?/
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong/
So how the Hell I end up with this fucked up shit that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me 'til I'm proved wrong/
Spilling my heart over looped songs/
This is my reality, this is whats left when the tunes gone/
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone.../
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 2:
I remember thinking I wish it was different/
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching/
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom/
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction/
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fuck this/
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference/
Thinking how can I overcome this?/
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb shit/
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage/
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change/
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way/
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day/
My Pops is dead now, nothings gonna change that/
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped/
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me/
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Verse 3:
I ain't stupid I know the outcome of the story/
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory/
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me/
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me/
F*ck it that's how my destiny was meant to be/
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me/
The first step to my remedy?/
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep/
I won't rest in peace 'til I Rest In Peace/
It's kinda ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge/
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket/
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet/
I find solace when I study His Knowledge/
And it maybe just be my saving grace/
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways/
Realized my brain is a maze/
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache/
Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ West London
West London post code, E Road my local/
Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po/
Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro/
‘Cos from the paint on the pavements/
To estate railings we own road/
Fuck the Metropolitan police/
Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat/
Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street/
But the streets are our property/
So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority/
It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same/
From Lisson Green to E Road/
We know the game/
Like we wrote it/
Street author, Poisonous Poet/
Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is/
I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this/
‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz/
West London full of hood dwellers/
Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas/
Me, I’m Gully and Irani/
But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army/
And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say/
Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway/
Chorus:
Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing/
Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing/
Yeah, these streets keep me breathing/
West London’s where I’m from/
And I’m not leaving
( x 2 )
Verse 2:
So what’s the moral of the story/
Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me/
But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans/
Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G/
Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen/
Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar/
Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm/
Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are/
Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are/
Certain man don’t know how deep it is/
And roll with no allegiances/
But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh/
I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is/
Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit/
Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership/
A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit/
‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did/
Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with/
Gully army is something different/
We represent the third world living in Britain/
Not trying to fit in/
We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany/
Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani/
Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani/
I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies/
We bringing a hundred armed teens/
We bringing a Gully Army/
Chorus
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mr. Skitzo
Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po/
Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro/
‘Cos from the paint on the pavements/
To estate railings we own road/
Fuck the Metropolitan police/
Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat/
Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street/
But the streets are our property/
So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority/
It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same/
From Lisson Green to E Road/
We know the game/
Like we wrote it/
Street author, Poisonous Poet/
Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is/
I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this/
‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz/
West London full of hood dwellers/
Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas/
Me, I’m Gully and Irani/
But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army/
And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say/
Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway/
Chorus:
Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing/
Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing/
Yeah, these streets keep me breathing/
West London’s where I’m from/
And I’m not leaving
( x 2 )
Verse 2:
So what’s the moral of the story/
Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me/
But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans/
Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G/
Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen/
Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar/
Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm/
Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are/
Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are/
Certain man don’t know how deep it is/
And roll with no allegiances/
But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh/
I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is/
Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit/
Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership/
A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit/
‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did/
Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with/
Gully army is something different/
We represent the third world living in Britain/
Not trying to fit in/
We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany/
Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani/
Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani/
I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies/
We bringing a hundred armed teens/
We bringing a Gully Army/
Chorus
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mr. Skitzo
تکست آهنگ Alone
Verse 1:
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/
E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/
E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)
CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani
تکست آهنگ 7ntro
Welcome to 7 Shades, hope you listening/
So much to say, such little time to fit it in/
King its been a minute since I been in this spitting ting/
I never dismissed this thing, fact is I kinda missed this thing/
And nah, I aint't trying to diss this ting/
But so many nitwits in this thing I stay Alone on a distant ting/
I gave you Warning, you can come try me/
Royalty like Malika, West London's where you'll find me/
Whether I pass in my sleep or die a violent death/
I never stress (Why?) I apply the Science of Breath/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/
My team divide the cheese up like slicing knives through a pizza/
But way beyond razor sharp I’m a diamond kinda geezer/
Rhyme so fly that I have to apply for visas/
Your rhymes are so dry it’s Vaseline you apply ‘cos your lips have creased up/
Poisonous is an anamorphic creature/
Lately a lot of people debating exactly who Double P are/
Poisonous is a level, you can’t reach us/
I don’t mean to be harsh, lemme just break it down with these three bars/
Like games on display I’m not to be play with/
Think I bit Tony’s rhymes ‘cos every bar I spitted was Dangerous/
I took a break from the game but now I came back to claim it/
In my absence, I apologize for the lack of flavour/
Lack of imagination and overabundant fakeness/
While I was gone you suffered through some bait shit/
I come to put a stop to your suffering like Buddishm’s Eight Stages/
And show you what Seven Shades is/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/ ( x2 )
Coloured my world in Seven Shades/
To show you all the madness littered in my brain/
Clinically insane/
I can feel it in my veins/
What’s the conclusion?/
Is it all an Illusion?/
Are there really Seven Shades?/
Or is it all my confusion?/
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani:
Lyrics : Reveal
So much to say, such little time to fit it in/
King its been a minute since I been in this spitting ting/
I never dismissed this thing, fact is I kinda missed this thing/
And nah, I aint't trying to diss this ting/
But so many nitwits in this thing I stay Alone on a distant ting/
I gave you Warning, you can come try me/
Royalty like Malika, West London's where you'll find me/
Whether I pass in my sleep or die a violent death/
I never stress (Why?) I apply the Science of Breath/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/
My team divide the cheese up like slicing knives through a pizza/
But way beyond razor sharp I’m a diamond kinda geezer/
Rhyme so fly that I have to apply for visas/
Your rhymes are so dry it’s Vaseline you apply ‘cos your lips have creased up/
Poisonous is an anamorphic creature/
Lately a lot of people debating exactly who Double P are/
Poisonous is a level, you can’t reach us/
I don’t mean to be harsh, lemme just break it down with these three bars/
Like games on display I’m not to be play with/
Think I bit Tony’s rhymes ‘cos every bar I spitted was Dangerous/
I took a break from the game but now I came back to claim it/
In my absence, I apologize for the lack of flavour/
Lack of imagination and overabundant fakeness/
While I was gone you suffered through some bait shit/
I come to put a stop to your suffering like Buddishm’s Eight Stages/
And show you what Seven Shades is/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom /
I rep change like seven days/ ( x2 )
Coloured my world in Seven Shades/
To show you all the madness littered in my brain/
Clinically insane/
I can feel it in my veins/
What’s the conclusion?/
Is it all an Illusion?/
Are there really Seven Shades?/
Or is it all my confusion?/
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani:
Lyrics : Reveal
دانلود آلبوم هفت سایه ریویل
دانلود آلبوم هفت سایه ریویل (Seven Shades)
آلبوم هفت سایه یه آلبوم ای پی (EP) از ریویل با آهنگسازی مهدیار آقاجانی هست. تکست ها همه به زبان انگلیسی هستند. فقط آهنگسازی قطعه لندن شرقی و من یه شورش پیش بینی می کنم با مهدیار نیست. که به ترتیب ساخته Mr .Skitzo و Nutty P می باشند. اگه دوست دارید می تونید دانلود کنید.
نام آلبوم:
هفت سایه
لیبل:
Gully And Irani
خواننده:
ریویل (مهرک گلستان)
سال انتشار:
18 بهمن 1390
Feb 07, 2012
Feb 07, 2012
آهنگسازان:
مهدیار آقاجانی
Mr . Skitzo
Nutty P
Mr . Skitzo
Nutty P
میکس:
مهدیار آقاجانی
مسترینگ:
مهدیار آقاجانی
مسترینگ:
Joe Dochtermann
کاور:
هیراد صباغیان
مهدیار آقاجانی
علی چرمی
مهدیار آقاجانی
علی چرمی
تعداد قطعات:
7+2
لیست قطعات:
- مقدمه (7ntro)
- تنها (Alone)
- لندن غربی (West London)
- هشدار (Warning)
- ملکه (Malika)
- علم نفس (Science Of Breath)
- هفت سایه (Seven Shades)ترک های اضافی:
- من یه شورش پیشبینی می کنم (I Predict A Riot)
- چشمک (Neva Blink)
کاور های آلبوم هفت سایه:
