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