Truth hides under fallen rocks and stones. At the end of a disconnected phone. (That's where the truth hides). . Truth hides buried deep beneath your feet.
main adhura tha. or bhi adhura ho gya hu tere bina..x2. zindgi sune sune lagne lage h tera bina... me lafz hu. tu zuban h. me sans hu. tu meri Jaan. tumse mera dono jahan.
Read up your history and then you'll reach your destination. Teach up the youth and then you'll find the solution. Education is the key, will be for eternity.
The police a chase we, the beast can't catch me. When I see his big stick, him deal me a lick. Tower hamlets nine have to go free. Not even a fine for the tower hamlets nine.
I grab the mic to commence with the mic check. Supply rhymes, man you've never heard yet. You never thought an Asian could do this. Well, you're wrong, wrong again hardcore.
Rise to the challenge. Time is a ticking, so you'd better start linking. Energies surging, vision is blurring. Maybe you're feeling you're not up to scratch.
This is the riddim I like. This is the riddim I like. . This is the riddim I like. . This, this, this is the riddim I like. This, this, this is the riddim I like.
Baska ona, baska ja. She is there, I am here. ona snjim a ja sam sam. She's with him, I'm alone. (2x). . Ja ovdje nemam druga ni brata. Here, I don't have a friend or brother.
Ami bidrohi, I the rebel warrior. I have risen alone with my head held high. I will only rest when the cries of the oppressed. No longer reach the sky.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Union jack and union jill. Back up and down the same old hill. Sell the flag to the youths. But who swallows the bill.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Check it out. Check it out. Without a doubt. This is the new sound a coming around. No we never lost sight of the fight on our hands.
Pagal ki na bole?. Chagal ki na khai?. Kuch bolo ke ni?. . Is there nothing that a madman wont say?. Is there nothing that a goat wont eat?. Common sense.
Lies, damn lies and statistics. Fitting up and stitching up. Down at ballistics. . The back of the van. It ain't used for seating. Just check through the window.
Canteen culture coloring the view. From Hendon to Eltham, not following the clue. Corruption instruction, the life blood of the blue. The whole of the barrel is rotten and not just a few.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Every sunday morning in front of the tv. Recording with a microphone naya zindagi. Pioneer gurdas maan.
Brothers and sisters of the soul unite. We are one, indivisible and strong. They may try to break us. But they dare not underestimate us. . They know our memories are long.
Written by: lisa das. . I am a modern apprentice. I believe in the life-long learning. 'ain't gonna take away this natural yearning. To know the truth.
Written by: das, pandit, savale, tailor, zaman. . Who controls the past controls the present. And who controls the present controls the future. . The battle for the past is for the future.
Somewhere in the ghetto where morality died. It's a rapid response and who hands are tied. Ask the questions later, raise the .45. Press it against his head, watch him beg for his life.
Take the long train to Bombay. Duck as the tunnels came. Tune in your crystal set. You've won the freedom to forget. You've won the freedom to forget.