1. |
Bring Down The House
02:57
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Tthis is a story that you should all know
once upon a time 20 years ago
shatila & sabra
your echoes of death
lie buried in rubble
but we won't forget
soldiers are gunning your blood & your tears
silent with fear as the gunshots near
who'll learn of your fate?
there aint no escape
loaded on trucks
heading for a mass grave
terror in the streets and shooting all around
they scalp a young child and castrate a young man
discriminate not these bullets of hate
phalange soldiers exercise their faith
who'll hear your cries in this state of madness
while a tv news crew films you helpless
praying to god in an ungodly land
in this culture of murder
lonely you stand
Pop! Pop! Pop!
the shots ring out
murder them
and bulldoze the house
who'll stop the killing, the dying, the screaming?
zion is watching the horrors unfolding
soldiers and orders
their duty they follow
vengeance and bloodshed
is what they will swallow
government minister giving the direction
now the prime minister
no we aint forgotten
you say that you deny
and hide from these war crimes
wash the blood like herod
just like in the good old times
and we hope you got it coming
cos the guilty's walking free
successful in your lives
crimes against humanity
no arrest, no charge
for these ruthless cold killers
now they're business men
working for us dollars
Pop! Pop! Pop!
the shots ring out
murder them
bring down the house
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2. |
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check it
i'm the fucking one without a jacket
when i play the microphone
i rip it yes i wreck it
fools in my way
step out of the way
with this lyrical style
you're gonna get sprayed
masterminded with a master plan
well i'm back to the jam
with a mic in my hand
so where would you rather be
living on your hands and knees?
well they got you wanting it so bad now
it's just a fucking tease
use your mind over matter
don't give in
reach for the carrot
that's still hanging
masterminded by a master plan
yes... they don't give a damn
they give with one hand
and they got take with the other
while they say they're your friend
but their world is a lie
they give with one hand
and they got to take with the other
well ya know it's the end
but it's just the beginning
dominant view
it's all over you
check it
i'm the fucking one
with the pin-stripe jacket
orchestrate my shit
while the drummer's getting wicked
in your mind no room to decide
all the same
so you're trapped inside
masterminded with a master plan
well i'm back in the jam
with a mic in my hand
hey give with one hand
and they got take with the other
while they say they're your friend
but their word is a lie
they give with one hand
and they got to take with the other
well ya know it's the end
but it's just the beginning
dominant view
it's all over you
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3. |
Caught Inna Rut
02:25
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caught inna rut
now will i break out?
each and every day
i wanna scream and shout
gotta get ahead of the company man
in the quicksand of the corporate plan
well i don't understand why i stand in line?
every way i turn there's a big brand sign
it's gonna make up for what i lack
but a ball and chain don't take up the slack
i do what i'm sold, i go where i'm told
i'm never gonna make up my mind on my own
feelings come and feelings go
but I still trust in my logo
branded
what is my name?
check out the label
we are the game
i'm sick and tired and i feel run down
walls are closing in with thier lifestyle
hijacked culture's what they push
sponsored bands and gigs ambushed
now they're calling it their own
so what the fuck are we working for?
a culture lost but at what cost?
a limited offer and it's a must
show it to me
give it to me
whatcha got?
whatcha got?
c'mon c'mon c'mon
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4. |
Smoke Some Shit
03:54
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mr devil
he's kinda heavy metal
when he flips that switch
with his foot on the pedal
getting menstrual
and kind of uptight
so he kicks back and attacks
with a rizla or a pipe
huffing & puffing
now things don't seem quite the same
with that T.H.C
running through his veins
all his troubles
going up in smoke
hey wake up man
don't you bogart that joint
and pass it on
to the chemical doctor
hawk-like look
and barbadian stupor
crack hut fiends
and dreams of paradise
he takes his chances
with the roll of the dice
his decision
in a land of prohibition
you can mass debate
waste your breath on a solution
so realizeillegal or legit
the whole world's still gonna take a hit
smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
we've gotta smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
introducing mr slugboye
the moniker he employs
as a decoy
and committed to the green
the brown
and the black
no foreign frontier
can hold him back
to all you french douane
keep searching for the evidence
cos you got more chance
of finding commie U.S presidents
your hounds on his balls
or thereabouts
that's the first time
they be inna dog bitch mouth
luck is his name
smoking weed is his game
put the whole bag in now
don't you ever complain
waking up to the papers
of the rolling kind
first thing in the morning
chinese eyed
smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
we've gotta smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
so let no man curse
the paraphernalia in this verse
never mind our affairs
deal with your shit first
and take this advice from the alvis...
and it's a 1 for the honey
and 2 for the weed... etc... etc
when i'm home alone
unplug the fridge and the phone
fire up a biftah
and enter the zone
with some skunk
scored from a part time dealer
who's selling to his mates
for bit of free reefer
so kick back and relax
and enjoy our favorite tipple
suck on it now
like a baby on a nipple
chill out to this jam
or get up and dance
cos all we're saying's
give weed a chance
smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
we've gotta smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit
we wanna smoke some shit
we've gotta smoke some shit
marijuana's the real hit
we got to smoke some shit x3
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5. |
The Loneliest Life
02:49
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the time has come for us to part
and now it's time to make a start
you go your way and i'll go mine
there's no turning back the hands of time
and i say... it's the lonliest life
as the world just passes me by
and i sing... it's the lonliest life
as the world just passes me by
and so it all comes to an end
curtain falls and quietens the set
left on my own i see what i find
it's the lonliest feeling i'm falling behind
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6. |
Hell Below
01:42
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7. |
Bitter Taste
02:57
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en garde!
this is the sound of London town
the sounds of KP in your fucking face
with the E rush
for all you fucking freaks, fiends and deviants
blow your mind
to this shocking vibe
so hold tight
as we go innnn one
with a bitter taste in your mouth
you can spit it all out
disagree with the KP
and now that's ok with we
here we're coming down
with the rude boy sound
and this is just a taste
gonna wind you suckers up
and rock you to the beat
with a bitter taste in your mouth
you can spit it all out
never gonna go by the set flow
we like to play it psycho
we are king prawn
and we like to smoke the marijuana
cheeky, stinky, skunky shit
banana brained iguana
over land and sea
we don't care what idiots say
they can't phase us with their play
we say fuck it anyway
gotta get into the groove
your shaven pussy's smooth
flipping on a theme of a dissident dream
my brother and my sister
all you pussy weak arse fuckers
we will show you how
rock the club with the big bad dub
and flatten all around
with a bit of bass with a bit of drum
we can rock it with this rhyme
all our goals are golden
just our tackles are a crime
with a bitter taste in your mouth
you can spit it all out, disagree with the KP
well, go and fuck your momma
over land and sea
we don't care what idiots say
they can't phase us with their play
we say fuck it anyway
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8. |
Raise The Banner
03:56
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So now who be the terrorist? Raise your right fist
And pump it in the air 'cause it ain't too clear.
Just where the line is drawn to make this war,
Everybody's got to settle a score.
Tit for tat, rat-a-tat-tat,
Now another mother's gonna dress in black.
Demonise with these holy lies,
While the propagandist still fuels the fire.
And they're rolling, rolling, burning black tyre,
See another face staring through the razor wire.
Deprived but still they will kill,
Soldiers entering at their own peril.
'Cause sticks and stones will break some bones,
And send soldiers in body bags back home.
While the war machine is kept so clean,
With self approved pics on the TV screen.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
So now tell me the cost of another life lost,
Or does this sense of worth come down to birth?
'Cause the eye will see what it chooses to see,
Forever ignorant to the hypocrisy,
And the money that's given for buying all the weapons
Just to make sure that some enemy's smitten.
If you keep 'em locked down in your human zoo,
You better watch out when they turn on you.
Targeted assassination,
Figures in the night moving in formation,
In for the kill, in for the thrill,
But it ain't gonna be the last blood spilt.
'Cause if you take a look into your own back yard,
Then you're gonna find yourself at the start.
So who be the terrorist? Sounds the propagandist
With their big mouths they wanna discredit.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
Raise the banner to the sound of the hypocrites.
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9. |
Lick Of The Flame
02:21
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Tell me what you see, do my eyes deceive me?
Got you in a cage like a prize trophy.
Walking arm in arm, an accessory,
Looking for life's security.
Show me what you got, now I think you're fucked,
It was doc. and nurse, now it's mum and pop.
So tell your fucking kids to shut the fuck up,
King Prawn family men we are not.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Said you had your fun, now you live the humdrum,
There ain't no scope with a blind man's gun.
Bitch of boredom a necessity,
'Cause you lack imagination.
Keep on dreaming on, it's a fantasy,
Hanging to what you got when there's more to be.
Step to the fast track before it's too late,
And you piss it all away.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Mundane monotony is all you have to offer me.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling my name.
Lick of the flame, lick of the flame,
I hear it calling your name.
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10. |
Gather Round
03:25
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London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
Every kind of bad man, every kind of good man,
Come to London yeah.
Come make a living,
Make a better day.
Every kind of sad man, every kind of good man,
Come to London yeah.
Come to make a living,
Make a better day.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
Huh! Huh! Gather round.
Huh! Gather round.
Just like James Brown!?
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
Every kind of sad man, every kind of good man,
Come to London yeah.
Come make a living,
Make a better day.
Every kind of bad man, every kind of good man,
Come to London yeah.
Come to make a living,
Make a better day.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
London town, come gather round.
London town yeah.
Huh! Gather round.
Huh! Gather round.
Just like James Brown!?
Gather round.
Tired of London, tired of life.
Tired of London, tired of life.
Tired of London, tired of life.
Tired of London, tired of life
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11. |
Satan's Folly
02:53
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When I'm fallen, my face in the dirt,
And I hunger, my pain cannot hurt.
'Cause today is a day,
That's no different from another.
Passing time to the grave,
Chasing tail. Folly is the game I play.
When I'm down in the dirt, my pain cannot hurt.
I hunger for the new, but it's all no good.
'Cause today is a day that is no different
From any other day.
As I'm passing the time to my grave,
Chasing tail. Folly is the game I play.
Hold tight, will I see it through? Hard times turn to worse.
As I sink into my hole, deep down in this earth.
'Cause today is a day that is no different
From any other day.
As I'm passing the time to my grave,
Chasing tail. Folly is the game I play.
As I wander through this mire,
Asking is this really me?
'Cause the fire that burns inside me
Is the fire that burns in hell.
Burns in hell.
When I'm down in the dirt, my pain cannot hurt.
I hunger for the new, but it's all no good.
'Cause today is a day that is no different
From any other day.
As I'm passing the time to my grave,
Chasing tail. Folly is the game I play.
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12. |
Another Great Escape
02:39
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Boom!
Dikki da dik da dik da.
We live in positive way.
Dikki da dik da dik da.
We live in positive way.
We never settle for this.
We live in positive way.
We never settle for this.
We live in positive way.
Freedom awaits you, you got to grab and take it,
Beneath the underdog, dog with no collar.
Freedom awaits you, you got to grab and take it,
Beneath the underdog, dog with no collar.
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the,
This is the great escape.
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the,
This is the great escape.
Dikki da dik da dik da.
We never settle for this.
Dikki da dik da dik da.
We never settle for this.
We live in positive way.
We never settle for this.
We live in positive way.
We never settle for this.
Nothing to fear but your own self,
Freedom awaits you, got to grab and take it.
Nothing to fear but your own self,
Freedom awaits you, got to grab and take it.
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the,
This is the great escape.
This is the, this is the, this is the, this is the,
This is the great escape.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom!
And into the sunset they rode, forever free
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13. |
Viva Devi
02:52
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Poolan Devi gave a shot, shot
To the caste system that must drop, drop.
Poolan Devi gave a shot, shot
To the caste system that must drop, drop.
Poolan Devi beats inside the hearts
Of those who want to be free.
Poolan Devi gave a shock, shock
To the caste system.
A civil war inside you see,
Caste system maintained for centuries.
An ideology of infamy,
Oppressors control peoples destiny.
Children born into slavery,
Raped of freedom, raped of liberty.
Those machaund (motherfuckers)cannot win again,
We must not relent.
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again.
We remember your name. (Wagh!)
We remember your name. (Wagh!)
We remember your name. (Wagh!)
We remember your name.
Poolan Devi gave a shot, shot
To the caste system that must drop, drop.
Poolan Devi gave a shot, shot
To the caste system that must drop, drop.
Poolan Devi beats inside the hearts
Of those who want to be free.
Poolan Devi gave a shock, shock
To the caste system.
No compromise.
Fuck the government that supports these lies.
Tear 'em down and choke 'em,
Through education we can break 'em?
Men of shame
Controlling woman's fate.
Men of shame
Standing by while others rape.
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again.
We remember your name. (Pop pop.)
We remember your name. (Pop pop.)
We remember your name. (Pop pop.)
We remember your name.
Poolan Devi, Poolan Devi,
Poolan Devi, Poolan Devi,
Poolan Devi, Poolan Devi,
Poolan Devi, Aghh!
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again. (Run again.)
Never run again
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14. |
If Dawn Comes... We Ride
04:57
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King Prawn London, UK
Yes, yes.
Welcome to the bandcamp of King Prawn.
King Prawn are a musical
act.
So musical in fact that they used to play what were once called concerts. It seems implausible these days, but at these heady alcohol and substance fuelled mass gatherings participants would willingly exchange sweat and shout in each other’s faces.
These were generally accepted as positive interactions.
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