Rebel Hip-Hop

Seanchai

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    [chorus]
    Rebel hip-hop we swing the rebel hip-hop

    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.

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    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.

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