An early 90's UK rap song about standing up to the police. Available as a Vocal version and an Instrumental version.
Track details
| Track ID number: | 26036 |
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| Genres: | Vocal Hip-Hop / Rap -- Urban styles: Hip Hop / Trap |
| Moods/Emotions: | Ironic / Spiteful / Bad Attitude -- Strong / Confident / Tough -- Regret / Painful / Bitter / Angsty -- Excited / Enthusiastic / Energetic -- Cool / Funky / Strutting -- Chaotic / Uncontrolled / Wild |
| Suggested Production Types: | Crime / Criminals / Bad-asses -- Spy / Agent / Police Ops -- Urban Culture / Youth Subculture |
| Prominent Instruments: | Bass (Upright/Acoustic) -- Drum machine / Electronic drums -- Guitar (Electric) -- Turntable / Scratching -- Vocals (Male) / Singing with Lyrics |
| Keywords / Hints: | riot, protest, standing up for rights, fighting, aggressive, angry, angst, forceful, vintage rap, turntables, UK rap, Eric B and Rakim, Big Daddy Kane, LL Cool J, KRS One |
| Tempo feel: | Medium |
| Tempo Beats Per Minute: | 115 |
| Artist: | Grade One View Music |
| Composer: | Justin Busch (BMI - CAE#: 492342646) 33.33%, Jesse Stern (BMI) 33.33% Simon Philbert (PRS - CAE#: 717037554) 33.34% |
| Publisher: | Grade One View Music (BMI - CAE#: 744185434) |
| SRCO (Sound Recording Copyright Owner): | Grade One View Music |
| PRO / Non-PRO Track? | PRO (What's this?) |
| WAV file bit depth: | HD / 24-Bit (What's this?) |
| Stem files available for this track: | No |
| Lyrics: | V1: This is Gods work I shift as quick as a Cosworth droppin all of these poppers cos these coppers are jobsworths it’s got worse it’s hard keeping my calm the police wanna do me harm cos I live in the Farm it’s like Narm my soldiers well forever be stealing see us out on the streets n we’re wheeling n dealing hot property stocked right up the ceiling we’re not stopping cos we see these little piggies are squealing yo, I’m a product of my environment there’s nothing in my pension and nothing for my retirement that’s why I like to live my life on the edge it’s thieves honour when I talk with every promise I pledge Gimme the wedge the money the mula gimme the bread got respect cos they know I never talk to the feds yo I’m a ledge an all these coppers are blood clots I’m tryin to see what kinda shit you’ve got in ya glovebox. CHORUS: It’s a Riot It’s a Riot V2: I got skill on the beat the crowd roars when they see me wheel spin on the street it feels sweet especially getting’ chased by the heat we steal cars just to make em all a part of the fleet, eh yo it’s shots fired ya rides being desired yo and if it’s got tires ya know it gets hot wired it’s a riot it’s rowdy as hell and it’s not quiet we’re throwing rocks at the coppers and beggin’ to not try it yo we brave forever we’ll be stuck in our ways especially when we pop pills when we’re up in the rave we’re not slaves to the rhythm they crave for what we give em there’s a riot up in here and pray that I miss prison yo I spit it sicker than most I hear the sirens and ya see me switch gears and I’m ghost and then I coast and make it back to my estate back to the ghetto where I know my ghetto people relate there’s unemployment poverty nothing for your enjoyment that’s why civil disorder is comin’ in to enforcement we’re sick of living in shitty living conditions and giving all of our money to pitiful politicians it’s a mission so if you ain’t down for the cause ya better watch this and better start locking ya doors yo if you ain’t down for the cause ya better watch this and better start locking ya doors. CHORUS: V3: I’m from a fraught home that’s why I spit the distraught poems livin’ in Marsh Farm it’s like I’m caught in a war zone yo the beast man’s are attacking the block that’s why we’re coming out to riot and they want it to stop these dodgy cops they treat us like mascots we’re sick of living in a system with the have nots and the have yachts. yo the plot thickens when we’re making a stand im at the Purley Centre with a petrol bomb in my hand they gettin rammed slammed right off the estate back to the cop shop where the place is riddled with hate they call it civil disobedience in Marsh Farm we got a grievance with these deviants we not stopping till they give us our rights we’re gonna fight just so our kids don’t to have live in this plight yo we not stopping till they give us our rights we’re gonna fight just so our kids don’t to have live in this plight CHORUS: |
| Album containing this track: | (None) |
About the Artist
Grade One View Music
Home to national-touring musicians, acclaimed producers, first-string PR firms, and experienced music promoters, Grade One View Music offers an eclectic mix of grade one talent. From hypnotic beats and stadium anthems to heartfelt country songs, our music has been featured on top major television networks, movies, commercials, and more.