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Rebel hip-hop we swing the rebel hip-hop<br />
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This ain't no stoop dawn low party, <br />
Though party we do <br />
Come to the brew,<br />
I'm familiar with a few <br />
As is my crew,<br />
Very very true<br />
But there's more to this game <br />
Than parties and good times<br />
Lexus and cocaine<br />
Gold chains and clever rhymes,<br />
I see chains as somethin' to be broken, <br />
Wrap 'em round ya neck <br />
Look....you're chokin'!<br />
On the same old thing that keeps the people down,<br />
You should know by now a real king wears no crown.<br />
Versace, Hilfiger, minks or sable<br />
When I shop for gear I look for the union label.<br />
<br />
Materialism rules on this ship of fools,<br />
Hoist the colours<br />
Owner drools<br />
Black and white,<br />
Orange, green<br />
Same old scene <br />
Split the team.<br />
Steerage walks the plank, captain's laughin' all the way to the bank<br />
Not sure who's the enemy<br />
Switch on ya TV <br />
They're hidin' in plain sight.<br />
We swingin' rebel hip-hop into the millennium<br />
Step aside amadán or face Armageddon.<br />
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Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai <br />
Tell me what's the story,<br />
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai <br />
Tell me what's the sceal<br />
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai <br />
Tell me what's the story,<br />
Tell me Seanchai tell me Seanchai <br />
Tell me what's the sceal<br />
<br />
James Connelly, Che Guevera, Malcom X, Ho Chi Minh<br />
Like Yeats' third O'Byrne, I'm diggin' in<br />
That's what I'm sayin' by the rebel hip-hop,<br />
We up off our knees and ya know we won't stop.<br />
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Brought it back to the motherland<br />
The land of saints and scholars,<br />
Cuchullain and Bobby Sands,<br />
Ripped it up, left 'em in a trance,<br />
Thou shall not worship false lords of the dance.<br />
Or that other punk fool, from Doran's, DJ Simon,<br />
His Celtic Tiger ass devoured by a lion (Go Keiran),<br />
In a three way race Simon came in fourth.<br />
After rumblin' in Dublin, we headed for the North,<br />
We staged the battle of the beats,<br />
Not the Battle of the Boyne<br />
Throwin' it down<br />
From Springhill to the Ardoyne.<br />
Ten thousand Fenian bastards <br />
Pumpin' their fists,<br />
Jammin' the verse <br />
Not sayin' they any better,<br />
But sure as fuck ain't any worse <br />
Than any group of people, <br />
Unrepentant yeah!<br />
Me still 'n' we still Seanchai & the Unity Squad<br />
And we' rockin' ya world 'n' we rockin' it hard.<br />
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