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Change the world with music

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posted on Dec, 21 2011 @ 02:24 PM
Sorry kids, let me apologise before I go further,
Unfortunately, I don't rap about how many man I've murdered,
And you may find it boring, appauling, and I ain't scoring,
Black's from your little rap packs for just stating facts,
Like not ability to kill a man lyrically,
Just thought killing shouldn't be glorified, silly me,
Apparently, murdering man has become an aspiration,
But what would happen if we reversed the situation?
If Black rappers claiming they clap a black in the face,
Talked about killing white people as much, would they still get embraced?
Or would you find the applauding would quickly turn to appauling,
You've got no career by the next morning,
I ain't saying you should do that,
True that would be just as dumb,
Just point out how absurd that it has become,
If a Chinese rapper were to say "die chink, die..." Everybody would be like... "what is wrong with this guy?" But some of us have become so accustomed, To just behave disgusting, We think it's just our behaviour, and it ain't worth discussing, Or worse yet; that it's cultural expression, But who owns Beretta? And who owns Smith And Wesson?
Who owns the car you're driving that you thinks defining who you are,
Running from yourself you find there's no hiding...
So, boast about your Prada and your Christian Dior,
Still security will follow you when you're in the store,
You could boast about your platinum chains,
And your diamond rings,
Whilst kids in Sierra Leone keep on losing limbs...

Act like you've got no brain,
And you ain't got no shame,
And say "so what, I'm getting dough" but you're pawns in the game,
They're laughing at the little coons, Who really think they're goons, Real goons don't wear platinum chains, they wear ties and suits, They don't live in the States and sell flake, They invade with guns and tanks, and take your whole State, mate, So pardon me if I don't find it funny, You boast about it, but do you even know what is money? See it's hard to act dumb when you have read a couple hundred books, But still in anybody's hood so tell me who is shook? When you have been to Brazil and stood in Ferrella Streets, Next to kids holding hand grenades and M-16's... When you come back to London it ain't serious, The ghetto's in our head; we are delirious! If you lived there in the real slum without food or running water, Where police drive by and kill sons and daughters, You would give your right arm for the chance to go to school, Instead, what do we do? The killer, the trigger, to play the fool, And I ain't saying school is the answer; educate yourself, See it's not the money you make - you are the wealth,
I ain't saying we ain't got a struggle right here in Britain,
But you're taught to act inferior and play position perfectly,
It's disturbing me, the verbal murder be absurd to me,
I've heard of you, you have not heard of me,
It's probably cause I don't rap about Gucci or Booty,
Quite enough for the urban scene to fully salute me,
But I don't really care, I'm too busy writing my master thesis,
It's hard to play the stereotype when you study Egypt,
Plus "urban" seems racist to ourselves,
Elevating words of hate, we're merely hating ourself,
And if you are musically bored to death, speak intelligent,
People look at you like who the hell d'you think you're better than?
Better than no-one on this Earth; and I know I'm not,
But refuse to play small just to fit in your box,
And I don't hate none of these other rappers, in fact it's quite the other,
Look at me as your bigger, wiser, older brother,
And as a brother should I tell you you're in trouble,
If they clap when you're talking of killing; do they really love you?
If record label bosses kids were dying,
Would they sell us violence quickly as they're ready to desensitize us?
They tell you to # on the floor, holding all the scoops,
Throw you a bone like a dog jumping through a hoop,
Don't take it as a compliment, cause it is not that,
But tell you that you're African; you tell me it's not that,
Humanity is African, even if it's not black,
Truth can be painful, shh, better stop that,
It's so inconvenient for those at the top that,
You talk too much truth, you might just get popped at,
If women are such hoes that we don't wanna kiss 'em, What does it say about us that we still wanna put our dick in? I'm done with the lies, third eye open wide, The tougher that you act, the weaker you really feel inside, So all the killers, the trigger and when we call ourself, And what platinum chain is bigger than Jigga's, It's just to run from the fact that, we feel insecure, Get as many things as you want, but it can not restore, The core of who you are truly, that'll surpass beauty, That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty, That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty, That comes from knowledge of yourself and a sense of duty,So all my brothers that are claiming we are t'ugs (thugs),
No, if we're honest we just wanna be loved,
But we feel that we're not worthy, and that we're not smart,
So we act aggressive to protect our fragile little hearts,
But we gotta deal with this pain, or it will consume,
That's enough honesty... now lets resume,
Turn this off, go back to rappers that tell you kill,
But inside of yourself, you know that this is real...

Akala, here on SBTV,
Double Think coming soon, check the CD,
Akala, here on SBTV,
Double Think, May 3rd, check the CD...
If you want a little knowledge, bigger than college, I promise you the metaphorics that'll offer you solice, Like the Great Pyramid alone, 2.3 million stones, If you took 'em apart, placed them in a row, They would stretch 2 thirds of the way around the Earth, That is more stone than there is in every single British church, Each stone cut with a degree of accuracy, Of one one thousandth of an inch, well what does that mean? 1978 the Japanese ran an experiment to rebuild them, With modern technology, and failed terribly, But anyway, thats enough for today. . .

The above is from a UK rapper, AKALA video can be found, here:

Now you have read that:

Me and my friends have started a little 'company' in my town, called Leeds Is Live - what we're trying to do, through music is change how kinds think - we all know real change has to start from the bottom up, as TPTB aint willing to do anything, their too comfy with this monopoly they have on us.

We bring local talent together that only address real issues. We're pretty much based around the hip hop/grime/rap scene at the moment, as wee feel this is the industry thats been tainted into making us youth think we have to do things, we really should be doing to further society collectively. Everybody knows we dont have true education, its all specific to what TPTB want, we also know that the majority of commercial music does not send out good messages which provoke change in the way youth think.

Hopefully our site should me done around February/March 2012, we're planning on going to schools, youth clubs, colleges and anywhere else that will let us in.

Its our time to change our society's, we have to improve our surroundings, we have to educate our youth so that we can all move forward.

Thank you for reading.

edit on 21-12-2011 by n00bUK because: (no reason given)

posted on Dec, 21 2011 @ 02:35 PM
Thanks for posting, that was amazing.

posted on Dec, 21 2011 @ 02:41 PM
reply to post by n00bUK

Thanks n00bUK,

Great post about a great initiative.
I wish you and your friends a very successful future

posted on Dec, 21 2011 @ 02:58 PM

Nice that you're trying to make a positive change. Keep us updated on your projects.

posted on Dec, 21 2011 @ 03:34 PM
reply to post by n00bUK

WOW. That's all I've got to say about that....just.....WOW

You've given me a new hope for the coming generation. That was excellent.
and I've never been one to like rap music.

You're just what the music scene needs. You're a breath of fresh air man. Your dreams and aspirations are great, but you won't get any of it accomplished without keeping a good, solid business head about you. Make the right contacts. Market yourself in high profile venues. Make sure that your marketing and advertising reach your target audience. Use the system for what you want to get accomplished because you know damn well they're going to do the same to you. The difference here is that you're trying to do something positive.

Keep doing what you're doing and be strong about it. Don't let anyone tell you that you won't succeed.

posted on Dec, 22 2011 @ 01:33 PM
Well, I can't believe this has only had 2 flags and a few responses. You deserve more for this masterpiece.
Is this guy one of your mates?

posted on Dec, 28 2011 @ 12:15 PM
reply to post by HexagonSun

I was shocked my self, i thought this is what ATS is about - deny ignorance and self expression. I appreciate the responses, though. they're from the people who matter most

Unfortunately i dont know this rapper personally, but have spoken to him a handful of time via people i know on other networks.

I just thought people should see this artist, theres more like him out there now and hes pushing a movement where people are becoming ashamed to rap about guns and knifes, which is what we need.

thanks for finding the time to post, hope you had a good christmas x

posted on Dec, 28 2011 @ 04:05 PM
reply to post by n00bUK

He is brilliant! Thank you for posting the link and lyrics...I was grinning from ear to ear listening to that...just...brilliant.

Have you heard of MC Daylight, I haven't been able to find any of his stuff on You Tube, but he does a similar kind of thing aimed a young British Muslims...same raw, beautiful, passion for educating at the street level.

Thanks again, really made my day!

posted on Dec, 29 2011 @ 06:33 AM
reply to post by Omphale

Is MC daylight a friend of you'res? You'll have to insist he upload's some of his tracks so we can get him soem exposure.

Heres some more of AKALA's lyrics. This guy is on par with TuPac, lyrically :

Yes, I grew up on the dole in a single parent family
Been through a little bit of tragedy
Yes I was around drugs and violence
Before the day that I started secondary
And that’s part of it
Not half of it
Get the picture, the rest ain’t necessary
Growin’ up, got a little caught up
But that ain’t even half of my life
I was also given the knowledge of self
That is all we actually need to survive
If you saw me aged 9, reading Malcolm just fine
Teachers still treated me stupid
Students that couldn’t speak English, they put me in groups with
And the irony is
Some of the first man to give me schoolin’
You would call gangsters
But I already explained, we know what the truth is
They used to say ‘Don’t be like me’
Yeah I got a name and dough on the street
Night time comes, I can’t sleep
And that’s the part that rappers don’t speak
We don’t hit the road cos we are thugs
Don’t come out the womb, wanting to sell drugs
If we got the right guidance and love
Would we fight people just like us?
How could I knock the hustle to get by?
How do you think I ate as a child?
Judge no one, done many things wrong
I just don’t boast about it songs
But listen to my older bars
I was just as confused as you probably are
But you grow and you learn
Travel and f*** up,
One too many man you know get cut up
One too many man that could’ve been doctors
End up spending their whole life boxed up
You learn, if you study
Its all set out just to make them money
No cover, it’s all about getting poor people to fight with one another
So its logical that us killing our brothers,
Dissin’ our mothers
Is right in line with the dominant philosophy of our time
But time is a cycle, not a line
Comes back around you regain your mind
You be ready for the energy I channel in my rhymes
Remedy the pedigree, the jeopardy of mine
When the world’s this f***ed up, lethargy’s a crime
We can all fight with our brothers over crumbs,
Far harder to fight the one who makes guns
We can all talk sh** and get two dollars
Far harder to be the one who seeks knowledge
If we understood economics
We’d know money’s nothin’
Think nothing of it
Money is a means to get wealth, not the wealth itself
Don’t get confused, I’m far from broke
All that you see me do I own
But I wont hang what I make around my neck
I know from where that the diamonds came
But I do quite literally own a library,
That definitely costs more than your chain
And businesses, and properties
Far from starvin’, I eat quite properly
And I don’t care, just said it for the kids
Who need to know that you’re not broke to listen
Don’t know an asset from a liability
They’ve never been shown or told the difference
So they don’t change situations
Richest man in Britain is Asian
That’s significant, not coincidence,
Asian people build businesses,
Not by flossin/going out shoppin’
Giving out their culture for everyone’s profit
Who run’s Bollywood? Indian people
Who owns our #?
So we shake our arse and dance
As if racism just upped and vanished
But has it? No its right on course
You’re beaten so bad, you’re trained to ignore
Let me not just make sweeping statements
Gimme a second, I’ll explain it
For small amounts of drug possession there’s more black people in jail in America than there is for rape and armed robbery and murder all put together
You can say they’re just locking up thugs,
Imagine if they locked up every middle class kid that had ever held drugs,
Oh that’s right, that’d be your kids!
Bigger than that what is going on with this,
Prison in America’s a private business
They get paid 50k per year per inmate by the State, just wait…
Also legally are allowed to use their prison inmates as slaves
Cheap slave labour, big corporations
They come out of jail, can’t get a job
So when we celebrate going to jail,
Add to that, that the hood that you’re livin’
Engineered social condition that breeds crime by design
Where do you think you get your nine?
You can say that they’re just black,
But I like to deal with facts
In the 1920s you would’ve found in America
Black towns,
Prospering centres of economics and education to make you proud
But some people couldn’t bear that the former slaves would not just lie down
So the KKK and other hate groups burnt those towns to the ground
Killin hundreds,
If it ain’t understood,
You think you were always livin’ in the hood?
# it’s only been sixty years
Since they hung blacks and burned em’
And that was so cool
Day reel passes, picnic baskets
Even gave kids the day off school
To go see a lynchin’
Have a picnic
It’s fun to watch the little monkeys die(!)
Then people act a little dysfunctional
You wanna pretend that you don’t know why

posted on Dec, 29 2011 @ 06:34 AM
If your colour means you can be killed
And you’re powerless to get justice about it
Is it difficult to figure out how you would then end up feelin’ about it?
And that ain’t excuses,
Just dealing with the roots of abuses that make a reality
Where a generation of young men speak of ourselves as dirt casually
That’s America,
This Britain,
Some things are similar,
Some different,
In this country the first enslaved were the working class
What’s changed?
Worst jobs, worst conditions
Worst taxed, look where you’re livin’
You go to the pub, Friday night,
You will fight with a guy,
Don’t know what for,
But won’t fight with a guy, suit and a tie,
Who sends your kids to die in a war,
They don’t sell the kids of the richer politicians,
It’s your kids, the poor british
That they send to go die in a foreign land
For these wars you don’t understand,
Yeah they say that you’re British
And that lovely patriotism they feed ya
But in reality you have more in common with immigrants
Than with your leaders
I know, both side of my family
Black and white are fed ghetto mentality
Reality in this system,
Poor people are dirt regardless of shade
But with that said,
Let’s not pretend that everything is the same
When our grandparents came here to Britain
If you had a criminal record you couldn’t get in
Yet that ain’t protect them from all the stupid, stupid abuses they would be livin’
Kicked in the teeth,
Stabbed in the street,
Many times fired bombed our houses,
Put faeces through our letter box
And of course the cops did so much about it(!)
Daily, up to the 80s
People spittin’ into my pram cos’ I was a coon baby
But of course that has had no effect on why today we are crazy
And none of this was for any good reason
They were just dark and breathing
To ease the guilt now for all of this treatment
Constant stereotypes and needed
So if I celebrate how big that my dick is,
Bricks that I’m flippin’
Clips that I’m stickin’
Chicks that I’m hittin’
I’m playing my position
But if I teach a kid to be a mathematician,
Messin’ with the schism,
How they gonna fill a prison when materialism is no longer our religion?
What do you think we got now in Britain?
Just like America, private prisons
Prisons for profit!
That mean when your kids go jail people make money off it,
So keep environments that breed crime
Build more jails at the same time
Market badness to the kids in the rhymes
As long as rich kids ain’t dying its fine!
Get em’ to the point where some are so lost
They actually believe that if they don’t celebrate killin’ themselves off
That it’s because they’re soft
Was Malcom soft?
Was Marley soft?
Tell me was Marcus Garvey soft?
Well? Was Mohammed Ali soft?
Nah, Nah I think not!
But they want us to think that the road is cool
Being on road is all we can do
We don’t control the wholesale productions
Who benefits from us movin’ the food?
Or thinking there’s no way out of road life
But Malcolm X used to hustle out on the roadside
When Marcus Garvey organised more than 6million people
With no Facebook or Twitter
Why is this something you cannot equal?
One of my homeboys did a ten straight in the box in yard
Now what’s he doing?
Passin’ his doctorate
Don’t tell me that it’s too hard!
Who trained you to believe that you’re inferior?
Sungbo Eredo in Nigeria are the remains of an ancient moat,
Dug 1000 years ago
20 metres wide, 70 down,
Round the remains of an ancient town
That’s 400 square miles around
400 square miles around
Please, please don’t believe me,
It was a documentary on BBC!
But we ain’t studyin’ history,
Too busy watching MTV
And MTV said wear platinum,
Now everybody wanna go and wear platinum,
And MTV said pop magnums,
Now everybody wanna go and pop magnums
If MTV said drink prune juice
You would start hearing that in tunes soon,
‘Hey! Today I wore my Cartier,
Is it now more important what I got to say?’
Oh and I drive a Mercedes by the way
So everybody listen to what I got to say
Huh, does that make you all happy?
Ahh but # my head’s still nappy
Think for myself, still some mad at me
But on the mic ain’t not one bad as me
All of this here’s good for the rhymes
Put us in the same place at the same time
And it’s clear to everybody that I’m out of my mind
Some of these guys are runnin’ out of their rhymes
Clear to everybody that has got ears
I’m the guy that they just might fear
They wanna get near but they can’t have a peer
Ah dear I’m hard liquor you’re just like beer
Front on the kid for another five years
Come to my shows and some cry tears
It mean that much to em’, it’s a movement!
I don’t speak for myself but a unit,
Black, white, man, woman, anyone that respects truth we put in
Dudes are like dinner with no puddin’
Yeah you’re sweet but no substance puddin’
You could never ever be with a level on
Our songs get out played out there in Lebanon
We speak for the people properly
Not for the old fat guys in offices
And the girls love him, it ain’t fair
He can’t even be bothered to comb his hair

posted on Dec, 29 2011 @ 06:35 AM
Anyway that’s enough kissin’ my own arse
Back to the more important task of being so shower
I got half the hood screaming “KNOWLEDGE IS POWER”
And I ain’t saying that will change rap
But I do know this for a fact
Right now there’s a yout’ on your block
With his hands on his balls, face screwed up
Swear he don’t care, don’t give a #
That he won’t let nobody caught his block
But the words go in
Open your shackles
Because once that’s happened there’s no going back
Once you start to see what is really happening
Who the enemy you should be attackin’ is
Stuck on the block, READ, READ!
Sittin’ in the box, READ, READ!
Don’t let them say what you can achieve
Cos when people are enslaved
One of the first things they do is stop them reading
Cos’ it is well understood that intelligent people will take their freedom
Cos’ if we knew our power we would understand that we can’t be held down
If we knew our power, we would not elevate not one of these clowns
If we knew our power, we wouldn’t get arrogant when we get two pennies
If we knew our power, we would see what everybody sees, that we’re rich already!
But never mind MCs go run for your mummy
I’m hungry, I run for my tummy
That’s enough back to worshipping money
I’m off, back to the study!

VIDEO can be found here:

posted on Dec, 29 2011 @ 06:53 AM
Great stuff!

Keep up the good work.

posted on Dec, 30 2011 @ 09:39 AM
reply to post by n00bUK

I usually abhor rap music because of the awful lyrics that are perpetuated... but this guy has a pretty good message overall.

Here's hoping it helps bring some change to the world.

I, myself, am always trying to get people to see their own value and that we don't have to pretend to be someone else to be accepted. This is very important!

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