Anthem For The North East (Uncensored Version) | Music Video | Hip Hop Homeland North East
- 7 years ago
Track: Anthem For The North East
Artists: Feyago, Cryptographik Street Poets, Khasi Bloodz, Symphonic Movement, Stunnah Beatz
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Home is where I’m at
The Eastside’s my Homeland
Like Clockwork
My fingers are working to the bone
I'm raising my flag
Waving it high
Revolution's coming
Ain't nobody there is ever gonna break us down
This is my life and hiphop is my drive,
Like a Phoenix from the ashes to blue skies we rise
Welcome to Meghalaya, 101 India,
I'm steady on my grind I got no time for no persona
I'm living the way I wanna, smoking my marijuana,
I got few months left in an institution then I'm gonna
Move towards my revolution, evolution is absolute and here’s evidence,
This smirk on my face versus your reverence,
I judge not through countenance, I'm prominent like Maximus to the Romans,
But these facts are hardly worth named opponents,
Its ominous the way this meliorist’s bombing this beat
I'm calm in the heat, impossible be the notion of defeat,
As a kid, growing up I hardly had shoes on my feet,
But I’ve seen bullet holes on church walls and a body in my street,
Follow me on a journey down memory lane homie,
I grew up around killers throwing parties with heist money,
I don’t mean to promote violence nor provoke some sort of rivalry
So far you’ve heard just a bit of my auto-biography
Prophet on the mic, you know I rock it like a demigod
My semi-automatic rhythm will end it all
I said it all, homie now it's time to stop and listen
On how we care for shit just by screaming fuck the system
Listen close you'll hear the pain real loud
I'm on that weird shit, love to rip your brain spleen out
Funny how the underground is just too mainstream now
Keep hearing these faint screams when I make these sounds
Yo, now let me spit a little syllable play
I could dribble for days with words, minimal pain
It's critical mayne that I keep my lyrical game
To a point where it's absurd like saying miracle pays
Keep it going but still stuck with petty minimum wage
And everybody too busy chillin' in silicon cage
Nothin’ but a slave, need to see the citizens rage
Need to see the system burned and real criminals chained
(Chorus)
I ain't no Casanova, reefer smoker, not a singer,
Always drinkin, never sober, body's aching, need a liver,
But I do not think I freakin’ need somebody to deliver
Me from evil, I'm a sinner!!
I disfigure every rapper in this industry in India,
I don't give a shit you Honey, Brotha who?? Big Deal or Krsna the rapper?
I'm a khasi homie, I don't fuck with all that drama,
I got balls made of fire, homie I spit it till you bleed,
F U and your gimmick artistry,
You ain't in Rap's geography,
Wake up and face reality,
So, quit rhymin’ all that nonsense,
Before I knock you off your conscience,
Then rip off every bit of confidence, off ya mind!
Ko blei nga dei u khrapei map ia nga,
(Dear god I’m a drunk)
Nga la ngop ha ki pop dei lyngba tyngka,
(I am lost in sin all because of this money)
Ha thwei ba shong ki thlen nga ju smat ban jngi,
(in a place where evil lies, I always love to swim)
Nga shong hangne marwei nga lynga pisa,
(I sit here alone so uncomfortable in anxiety)
Jingpynshoi ki wan,ki wan bud ia nga,
(But temptations, they come and they follow me)
Hynrei mynsiem ka thrang men um shet kylla,
(But this heart of mine won’t let me betray me)
Ia ka sap ba ai u Blei men ym pynsyrwa,
(And this God given talent, you will not waste it)
Pynsyrwa,
(Waste it)
Pynsyrwa
(Waste it)
To all the rappers from the East
All the battles we fought in
All the swagger we brought in
All the matter recorded
Yo why's the West so important
Why's the East forgotten
Why the paper fly West
Why'd the East go rotten
(East side for life)
Now all the rappers quit rapping
Instead of waiting for shit to happen
Banks frozen cold
Even though the fans clappin
The labels are laughin’
Thinkin’ they can’t go wrong
Everybody knows Divine
Still nobody know D-Mon
People just people unless you share the same blood
Freedom so evil unless you bear some sane blood
The sooner you wise up, the sooner you realise
Home is real vibes. Real guys. Real ties
Please don't get me wrong
NE is where I'm from
NE is where I was born
NE is where I belong
Now let the games begin
This is just the first song
It's your boy Fe
Signing off from Shillong
Peace
Real Hip Hop is about more than just clubs, cars and chicks. It's the voice of the street, the voice of a generation, the voice of a new revolution. Hip Hop Homeland North East travels to Shillong, where we track the state of the underground hip hop movement in an often forgotten corner of the country.
Check out the earlier edition of Hip Hop Homeland here: http://ow.ly/q6Mn3076LGe
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Artists: Feyago, Cryptographik Street Poets, Khasi Bloodz, Symphonic Movement, Stunnah Beatz
Lyrics:
(Chorus)
Home is where I’m at
The Eastside’s my Homeland
Like Clockwork
My fingers are working to the bone
I'm raising my flag
Waving it high
Revolution's coming
Ain't nobody there is ever gonna break us down
This is my life and hiphop is my drive,
Like a Phoenix from the ashes to blue skies we rise
Welcome to Meghalaya, 101 India,
I'm steady on my grind I got no time for no persona
I'm living the way I wanna, smoking my marijuana,
I got few months left in an institution then I'm gonna
Move towards my revolution, evolution is absolute and here’s evidence,
This smirk on my face versus your reverence,
I judge not through countenance, I'm prominent like Maximus to the Romans,
But these facts are hardly worth named opponents,
Its ominous the way this meliorist’s bombing this beat
I'm calm in the heat, impossible be the notion of defeat,
As a kid, growing up I hardly had shoes on my feet,
But I’ve seen bullet holes on church walls and a body in my street,
Follow me on a journey down memory lane homie,
I grew up around killers throwing parties with heist money,
I don’t mean to promote violence nor provoke some sort of rivalry
So far you’ve heard just a bit of my auto-biography
Prophet on the mic, you know I rock it like a demigod
My semi-automatic rhythm will end it all
I said it all, homie now it's time to stop and listen
On how we care for shit just by screaming fuck the system
Listen close you'll hear the pain real loud
I'm on that weird shit, love to rip your brain spleen out
Funny how the underground is just too mainstream now
Keep hearing these faint screams when I make these sounds
Yo, now let me spit a little syllable play
I could dribble for days with words, minimal pain
It's critical mayne that I keep my lyrical game
To a point where it's absurd like saying miracle pays
Keep it going but still stuck with petty minimum wage
And everybody too busy chillin' in silicon cage
Nothin’ but a slave, need to see the citizens rage
Need to see the system burned and real criminals chained
(Chorus)
I ain't no Casanova, reefer smoker, not a singer,
Always drinkin, never sober, body's aching, need a liver,
But I do not think I freakin’ need somebody to deliver
Me from evil, I'm a sinner!!
I disfigure every rapper in this industry in India,
I don't give a shit you Honey, Brotha who?? Big Deal or Krsna the rapper?
I'm a khasi homie, I don't fuck with all that drama,
I got balls made of fire, homie I spit it till you bleed,
F U and your gimmick artistry,
You ain't in Rap's geography,
Wake up and face reality,
So, quit rhymin’ all that nonsense,
Before I knock you off your conscience,
Then rip off every bit of confidence, off ya mind!
Ko blei nga dei u khrapei map ia nga,
(Dear god I’m a drunk)
Nga la ngop ha ki pop dei lyngba tyngka,
(I am lost in sin all because of this money)
Ha thwei ba shong ki thlen nga ju smat ban jngi,
(in a place where evil lies, I always love to swim)
Nga shong hangne marwei nga lynga pisa,
(I sit here alone so uncomfortable in anxiety)
Jingpynshoi ki wan,ki wan bud ia nga,
(But temptations, they come and they follow me)
Hynrei mynsiem ka thrang men um shet kylla,
(But this heart of mine won’t let me betray me)
Ia ka sap ba ai u Blei men ym pynsyrwa,
(And this God given talent, you will not waste it)
Pynsyrwa,
(Waste it)
Pynsyrwa
(Waste it)
To all the rappers from the East
All the battles we fought in
All the swagger we brought in
All the matter recorded
Yo why's the West so important
Why's the East forgotten
Why the paper fly West
Why'd the East go rotten
(East side for life)
Now all the rappers quit rapping
Instead of waiting for shit to happen
Banks frozen cold
Even though the fans clappin
The labels are laughin’
Thinkin’ they can’t go wrong
Everybody knows Divine
Still nobody know D-Mon
People just people unless you share the same blood
Freedom so evil unless you bear some sane blood
The sooner you wise up, the sooner you realise
Home is real vibes. Real guys. Real ties
Please don't get me wrong
NE is where I'm from
NE is where I was born
NE is where I belong
Now let the games begin
This is just the first song
It's your boy Fe
Signing off from Shillong
Peace
Real Hip Hop is about more than just clubs, cars and chicks. It's the voice of the street, the voice of a generation, the voice of a new revolution. Hip Hop Homeland North East travels to Shillong, where we track the state of the underground hip hop movement in an often forgotten corner of the country.
Check out the earlier edition of Hip Hop Homeland here: http://ow.ly/q6Mn3076LGe
Subscribe to our channel : https://bit.ly/101_India
Like us on Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/101India
Follow us on Twitter : https://twitter.com/101india
Follow us on Instagram : https://instagram.com/101india
Website : http://www.101india.com