You Know ft. AWATE by QELD Lyrics
[Awate]
Let's keep it funky
Upbringing wasn't comfy
I was often grumpy cos some cowards tried to jump me
I was raised around where a drought could leave you hungry
Pass your money to my son and start running
You're from Hampstead
Hand over the bag with the bank inf
You should know not to be around these
Surroundings in Camden Council housing
When we're out here
I mean, your chain's worth thousands
And we're not making ends... meet
Black fist, don't make me make his friend... speak
Bell hooks in the joox
I put some of what I took away for rainy looks in the forecast
Check my broadcast with my peoples from the Q.E.L.D massive
Intimately redistribute to masses
Since birth with the nincompoops we're clashing
And if fash want some action we're down
With surround sound roundhouse
Kicks to their mouths
I've often been labelled a menace
Since I serve fools like tennis
And leave em seeing medics
Do we fall back? Nah
Do we fall back? Nah
Which side is slyly all that? Us
Been taken away too many times in cuffs
Just for fighting thugs, not even lighting stuff
[Hook]
[Awate]
Now you know [x4]
[Jenre]
Either we killed it, either we quelled it
Q.E.L.D, we Kenan and Kel'd it
Awate came by & we rise like prices
Waving the black flag, but it ain't ISIS
Bougies we boot em, mutinous troop em
Then stamp em, Fred Hampton, Huey P Newton
[Cuts]
"Workers under pressure"
"Still having mutinies"
"Come on the rhythm, with a little bit of communism"
[Bobby Nechayev]
Take the raygun from Ronald
And aim one at Donald
Imperialist regimes painfully toppled
You won't have to hear them again
Or have to cheer Eminem
Any liberal rappers near, I'll Vladimir Lenin them
So don't begin with that "let's go Obama!" with
No Ho Chi Minh or Ernesto Guevara shit
These right-wing Youtube "radicals"
Are too gulagable
Tories who choose to do animals
Dead pig fucking
Brexit loving
Now check this, next it's red fists coming
And now they wanna meet with you
We're bound to come and speak with you
A thousand undead creatures who
Be Mao Tse-Tunging each of you
And greeting you, to the home of the slave trade in Bristol
Workers of the world, loan us your AKs or pistols
Or short me an uzi
Buenaventura Durruti
I never been sure of a bougie
Settling scores with the bougies
The proletarians are ready
Taking all your funds and then Sheringham like Teddy
Steady aim with the brick, I'm Marsha P Johnson
Stonewall a pig? I'd rather we stomped em
Riots kicking off from Hartcliffe to Tottenham
Gnarly, but hardly a problem
With Subcomandante Marcos upon them
Got some Awate bars as an option
Let's keep it funky
Upbringing wasn't comfy
I was often grumpy cos some cowards tried to jump me
I was raised around where a drought could leave you hungry
Pass your money to my son and start running
You're from Hampstead
Hand over the bag with the bank inf
You should know not to be around these
Surroundings in Camden Council housing
When we're out here
I mean, your chain's worth thousands
And we're not making ends... meet
Black fist, don't make me make his friend... speak
Bell hooks in the joox
I put some of what I took away for rainy looks in the forecast
Check my broadcast with my peoples from the Q.E.L.D massive
Intimately redistribute to masses
Since birth with the nincompoops we're clashing
And if fash want some action we're down
With surround sound roundhouse
Kicks to their mouths
I've often been labelled a menace
Since I serve fools like tennis
And leave em seeing medics
Do we fall back? Nah
Do we fall back? Nah
Which side is slyly all that? Us
Been taken away too many times in cuffs
Just for fighting thugs, not even lighting stuff
[Hook]
[Awate]
Now you know [x4]
[Jenre]
Either we killed it, either we quelled it
Q.E.L.D, we Kenan and Kel'd it
Awate came by & we rise like prices
Waving the black flag, but it ain't ISIS
Bougies we boot em, mutinous troop em
Then stamp em, Fred Hampton, Huey P Newton
[Cuts]
"Workers under pressure"
"Still having mutinies"
"Come on the rhythm, with a little bit of communism"
[Bobby Nechayev]
Take the raygun from Ronald
And aim one at Donald
Imperialist regimes painfully toppled
You won't have to hear them again
Or have to cheer Eminem
Any liberal rappers near, I'll Vladimir Lenin them
So don't begin with that "let's go Obama!" with
No Ho Chi Minh or Ernesto Guevara shit
These right-wing Youtube "radicals"
Are too gulagable
Tories who choose to do animals
Dead pig fucking
Brexit loving
Now check this, next it's red fists coming
And now they wanna meet with you
We're bound to come and speak with you
A thousand undead creatures who
Be Mao Tse-Tunging each of you
And greeting you, to the home of the slave trade in Bristol
Workers of the world, loan us your AKs or pistols
Or short me an uzi
Buenaventura Durruti
I never been sure of a bougie
Settling scores with the bougies
The proletarians are ready
Taking all your funds and then Sheringham like Teddy
Steady aim with the brick, I'm Marsha P Johnson
Stonewall a pig? I'd rather we stomped em
Riots kicking off from Hartcliffe to Tottenham
Gnarly, but hardly a problem
With Subcomandante Marcos upon them
Got some Awate bars as an option