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1.
We dedicate to Chiapas, Nicoragua, the banks of paracas, Madagascar, the plains of alaska, Hackney flats to the camps of Sri Lanka, Channel anger the stamp of our mantra, the fact that you only raise fists if you have ta, Cross the line put a twist in the chapter, Extinguish yet still being kissed by the pastor, We were all brought together by the system, Make a choice lose your life or religion, they even did it to the Indians, offer new names if they chose to be christian, you see i look back from a distance, rep a city of diseases and sickness, where clever kids fill the slums and the districts, The stix lack the bricks, lose touch with their wrists slit, can't exercise aspirations, plants, pesticides an inflation, mass genocide of our statements, This wicked kingdom is ours for the taking, Say it with me...this is ours for the taking x4
2.
From the Hills of Chiapas to the Waterford sands, Trapped in the valley take control of our lands, London’s the town under watch from the man, So we lurk in the shadows till we rise, make a stand I bring pain to your threshold, draw for the curtains, Ignore your demands cos our cause is the purpose, Batten down your hatches like Thatcher’s last harassment, Your capitalist tax is embarrassing and worthless, Characters are murdered, cruel fashionista, Alert your attention and live Zapatista, The Grim’s off the Richter, a fist full of sick stuff, Which lives in your pocket like shrimps when they think though, Carve you a rhyme from the knife of a tribesman, Or write with a quill feather scribed on papyrus, The art and the method take flight on the silence, Cos words speak words when you fight against violence, Peaceful protester, laws of the sunlight, Draw for your gun, no need to regress, The CP address gets stamped on your chest, So I brand you a hip hop head, nuttin less Start staking my claim, No positive is taken away Antagonistic, mechanical, ballistic, Animals in districts of savages and cryptics, Calorific, Callastethic, panoramic, cam develops, Hands are tied, hands are servered, that's a lie, that's too clever, Mandatory, jackanories, bodies trapped in lands of glory, Life or death, now that's a story, what was seen to stand before me, Fuzzy duck or does he fuck, singled out or muddled up, Muddy mucky trousers of immaculate and cuddled hugs, Bubble butts and skinny rakes, drug induced or living straight, Futurama, living in the past in times of Pinochet, Lucozade and Marathons, keeping calm and carry on, If you're too young to understand then grab a book and marry one, Lenin left of fascist tongue, zionist or palestine, Play it dwn, glamorise, eyes as big as appetites, Parasites, parasends, couldn't care, fashion sense, Limiting your choices is exctly where the challenge ends
3.
Diablo 03:55
I reach out to the living dead, wipe out the spirits left, Cripple figures take your life to the bitter end, Different blend cut your throat so you’re spitting blood, Split your thorax in a mess, looking sick as fuck, And it’s the one bringing death to my idols, Connect in a séance see what’s left of my rivals, Time spirals; still eat off a rappers carcass I feed the fam while the whole of your pack are starving, Cos I’ve been bred as a classic artist, At night watch me fly with the devil on a magic carpet, Sever heads in the cattle market, Take it as a joke till you find I’m the man that’s laughing, I channel far with a speech that’s invisible, Hidden in my words speak death in a ritual, You see this all take place in my living room, Spit it in the booth, still in tune so it’s clinical I bring death to living and life to the dead, Wake up the souls that our mind laid to rest, You aim for your goals but your timings a mess, Diablo’s upon you to hide in your head, Its necromancy, corruption is anti, Break like apache, straight from your shanty, Become vigilante, run from the vaccine, Some live in hell while the others call this land free I was seen as the sinister and sent to the stocks, Dragged through the mud put my neck on the block, My attention just stopped with my life on the line, I’ll take 5 of these guys put a knife in their spine, Cos that’s how it goes when you’re facing your demons, To beat them is one of the greatest achievements, If you don’t know then you may be infected, To know is to shame what is stately protected, Phantoms injected, the manors gone septic, Traffics gone static and the cameraman’s breathless, Just another day for Diablo the terrible, The city’s in despair from a force that’s incredible, He doesn’t have heart so lets feed him a million, Slow down his speed let him see the civilians, And blend with the world now he lives round the corner, It wont take much to restore the disorder, I bring death to living and life to the dead, Wake up the souls that our mind laid to rest, You aim for your goals but your timings a mess, Diablo’s upon you to hide in your head, Its necromancy, corruption is anti, Break like apache, straight from your shanty, Become vigilante, run from the vaccine, Some live in hell while the others call this land free Its been, 7 years, 7 days, 7 nights, Got blood on my kicks, still afraid of the night, Got pains in my side, never voices of reason, Stuck with the heat on the coldest of evenings, More seasons bring the hurricanes and night freeze Cos all of the demons are wishing they were like me, A tornado replaces a light breeze, Cos all of the demons are wishing they were like me, All bringing tragedy, increasing your gravity, And now nature doesn’t seem like reality, We took a chance seeking light in an afterlife, And now I think twice not content writing half a rhyme, Sit at home burn a candle to pass the time, Never give my soul so my evil is asking why, I seek the truth but all I see is you bastards lie, Think for myself like the greatest of masterminds
4.
On board the endeavour like cook, Skip the Mediterranean fort, stack knots, hell for leather, Caribbean conquest, when Kingston was Spanish town, Kings acting Queen, Buccaneers come and smash it down, Kneel for Fernando, fight for Columbus, Peel your Naranja, hide from the monsters, Looting the booty, settlers and cannibals, Indigenous the animals, massacre the capital, Mayan life Calendar, vaporised, Making the way for tobacco and the sugar cane, Stabilised barrier, major crime amateurs, Tail of 9 cats, burnt back, if you take your time, lashing ya, Starboard peninsular, parchment calligrapher, Riddles unwound, Fibonacci arithmetic khaki's and filibust quiffs bring the army, Middleman tactics, the brits on safari Life's hard, so do you rise to the task, Or stay buried deep in the lies of the past, Working class slaves save face without a mask, Journey to the light as we're escaping the dark, Fake leaders who follow for the cash, Suck the land dry then they're pushing up the tax, From the bedsits and flats to the gutters and the shacks, We rally in the streets till monopoly's collapse It was the irish, the blacks, picked and then packed, Crammed into slave ships to meet Arowak, Colonised states breeds common life hate, Mr. Officer, why do you bother my place? kids in the harsh cold, stopped by the harsh growth, mothers get letters from Dr. Barnardos, hand me your son cos we think that he's decent, say no, we'll make up the boys been mistreated, no smiles when he leaves or a camera, the next day he's on a ship sailing to canada, rifle in 1, stand to attention, never seen again, not a whisper or mention, the spice in the east, the sweets in the west, control of the silk road, beaten to death, the stamp of the fabric that eats in your flesh, and rots through a heritage so deep and entrenched, Life's hard, so do you rise to the task, Or stay buried deep in the lies of the past, Working class slaves save face without a mask, Journey to the light as we're escaping the dark, Fake leaders who follow for the cash, Suck the land dry then they're pushing up the tax, From the bedsits and flats to the gutters and the shacks, We rally in the streets till monopoly's collapse so it seems like we lost control, there's many things that we're not to know, but you can bet that it cost your soul, the religion games, world domination, create conflicts and a mass population, annexations, manifestation of massive clashed cultures, to calculate hating, trade abroad for a better price, Level tribes, make them switch sides and reject their pride, Give it up for lent, Or have a Castro intent, stick to your guns and never suffer in regret, or live as a puppet of the west, its a thought that for too long i've struggled to accept, My Tv's from China, my cars from japan, My american fridge doesn't shut when it slams, my bananas granada, my carpets Iran, the inidigenous farmer just starves in the sun,
5.
Let us break from the bread again, Galvanise minds till we start to rebel against, Caught in a web of elected degenerates, Neglecting, infesting the art that we represent, Man you’re far from intelligent, Ignorant minds, know the scene that you’re stepping in, Little bitch on a Hitler flex, it seems nobodies scared to be disrespectful, A collective agendas, Means that you should have stemmed off into checked shirts, Tash for Movember, Act like a twat cos your man dem are Mensa, In actual fact you’re a phantom pretender, The facts never end bruv, the truth that we seek stays rooted, We don’t know who to believe, Humorous, hooligans, humans retreat, So a flip of the cap and then who do you see? Si Philli and I, spit 5 million lines, of quite brilliant rhymes, Just like Philleas I’m, flying Killa divine, Lines getting on the case like a pig in disguise, Your swine’s coming to an end, the deliverance sign, Never running from the threat, armagiddeon time, Stay disciplined and sweat, cos I’m in it to climb, This games all about respect and I’m giving it mine Pound for the master, a penny for the guy, Devils may cry in the heavens of the sky, Apple of the eye, look at tragedy of life, And debate what you coulda, woulda, shoulda and deny X2 Yo come n listen to my thesis I'll blast UR thought pattern to peices I spit a biblical script like a story from Jesus. The way my thought level increases You'd think that this nigga could shift shapes like I'm telekinesis I'm bare street Never see me wearin my hair neat Steppin thru Armageddon with my weapon in bare feet I scare beats Spit it even rawer than rare meat Phili n Killas Killin off the devil wid bare heat I spit dread tellin how I'm sick of them dick heads ConDeming all the plebs like Dave Cameron an Nick Clegg The rap Gavel here to expose all the jimmy savilles Unravelling all lies that are harsher than black gravel Steaming the demon semen that's in charge of us all But the harder they come I kno will be the harder they fall I target em all And even start to bark at em all N freestyle upon the track jus like I'm Tyler McCaul This is for all my ghetto veterans investing in peace Contesting the priests We need to start arresting the police We back in babylon n I'm Judge Dread gettin his Gavel on Back slapping rappers with hands covered in savalon Attacking ya chest with Caxton Press We ain't talkin about ya swag or who can rap the best My raps are blessed, An I'm for ever ready to shine This games respect an I'm still Givin it mine.
6.
The phoenix rise through the glare of the demon’s eyes, Teach in scribes, bridge the gaps so we each can climb, The ground below, sound ‘ll flow but they over chant, Triple dark and The Press as the Cote of Arms, Killa sling-shot, better run quick, if you think not, My hell will run rings through your pit stop, The talk of the town but I’m local, Walking around still the most anti-social, My nose is a Romans, ethnicity is woven, Persian, prince from Persepolis, I’m chosen, If history is stolen or history is golden, We all need to fight and stop living in erosion, Package my emotions and float like I’m Hades, Over most like a plane speed still I’m rolling below, Underrate me, thunder may beat, Punish straight weak if they’re dumb and play sheep, Don’t prepare, work the plan of the blokes in chairs, Higher forces controlling your hopes and prayers, Vision blurred by the solar flare, Now you gotta pick yourself up or your stuck in the vultures lair, Time’s infinity, you’re never running out of it, And height doesn’t stop at the mountain tip, That’s why I’m born with a mouth to spit fire At the doubters, hit higher, I’m exposing the counterfeit
7.
It's So Hard 03:58
Picturesque silhouettes from the smoke of a cigarette, Interject quotes from the minaret, Interception of progress the pigeon steps taken, We focus, the live in debt soldiers, Pirouette full circle, the visions kept, Disinfect false serpents, a living threat, Give and get, the philosophy of common sense, Or scratch your name on the bench of the richest men, Because enough is enough, And our foundation’s gonna crumble to rust, The double Dutch being spoken s’a double bluff, Colour blind, wide open but covered up, Culinary Cuthbert’s wanna cut our guts, Put our remains in the pan of the stubborn fucks, But we toughen up; take leaves from another front, Praise be to Marcos, their numbers done… Seek the places you wanna hold on to, Rock and rolls gone from this city like a coppers own conscience, Self-obsession is constant, like bullshitters chatting nonsense, Or fiddling in convents, The consensus is exit not enter, The realm we invented forget your dementia, Remember, remember, the 5th of November, The Catholics defeated (surrender, surrender), The bloody past, take a sip from the bloody glass, Red wine drip stains on the Cutty Sark, Walk the road yet it feels like an underpass, Mud and shards from the cars and redundant farms, Dusty roads are a rare sight in London’s arms, Muddy parks, sprayed walls from our other branch, Putting faith in this framework just doesn’t last, So do we live for the moment or rushing past? Temper snaps under pressure like a stamp to the head, They’re imprisoning the facts filling camps full of lead, Call us vandalists, planned propaganda of anarchists, Cannonball, cannibals, Anglian bred, Triangles in depth, ivory mantles, The horn of a rhino to stab, loot and vend, Question your plans you pretend, You were full blown hype now you’re standardly said, Testament stands for the heads, Feel we suffered you enough but the jams on the mend, Damage limitation, famine, immigration, The mandolin gives your anger the bends, Lacerate acetate, drop a pin on the surface the rapture ascends, Back to beginnings or its back to the ends, Be the change that you seek make a stand once again
8.
Take the mic, play the pipes of a knowledging breed, Laser sight, razor light watching Golem retreat Honour the weak, never that, the dishonourable thieves, Modernists preach, sell a gat, let the dog off the lead, Wallow in grief? This is time to be off of your seat, This ain’t an opera scene, its hip hop with a theme, Never stop for the team I got a lot to achieve and, What’s not hot, flops, stocks boxed to the ceiling, Monolith feature, qualities leaking, Like a thick teacher teaching about astronomies obliqueness, Poverty increasing, Horace, Dean and freedom, Pot a seed and eat from what you feed em frequent, Please believe me, conspiracies are easy, Industries release and profit pyramid theories, Condominium regions, non-forgiving in feeling, What exists with a reason’s on a mission to teach em, Ey yo its Killah and Theme Combined a killing machine The kinda illest mc’s who ride the sickest of beats You guys that pillage the scene your time has finished believe Your rhymes are fictitious breeze i find them fickle and weak Fathering your arse we’ll start with a kick in the teeth No retreat no surrender till you sit in your seat admitting defeat with shit in your briefs now listen to we Spit free’s that bitches wish their writtens could be So don’t ever let these wak rappers force feed you lies Portraying what the corporates have bought and designed The words of the devil in informal disguise Performed awfully shite but you all still comply Your thoughts are recycled you talk what they write Don’t walk like you’re headless and get caught in the hype Make your own power moves bring a war to the fight Coz hip hop is purest in its rawest of types. This is Killa bringing back what was stolen from rap, Who’s he? This is Theme throwing foes off the map, What you at? On a journey to hold it in tact, Cos this scene’s on the verge of a total collapse We hit back like we’re holding a bat, Impact from the force like a solar attack, Swift jabs, honour swords like a soldier in action, Don’t act, get stung if you’re slow to react Gotta make this immense, raising the fence, You take a text book approach and erase the suspense, Homemade we elect, don’t waste we invent, Own pace we attempt, bold bass we inject, Thrown straight in the thames, like the Krays from the end, Of the east, blown brains from the pen on the sheets, Cold taste of revenge thats sweet, Best served with the dead and deceased in the depths of beneath, If it’s valley of the kings or a gladiator ring, Or its famine stricken Africans where man became a king, And the families begin, makes you stand up and just think, Use it as basis, to expand on what you’re in, Don’t act like act a manikin, you’re challenging to win, Plenty battle in your tackle never fabricate and spin, Putting K in the Killa never have me on the brink, So I face and deliver cos you’re lacking what I bring It’s the illest in the flesh you now rocking with the best mate Let me not digress but get this stress of my chest plate Detonate a fresh take which resonates your head aches Regurgitating phrases till you deafened and in check mate Take your best take make it better and progress Till its evidently blessed coz we aint settling for less We eradicate the snakes from the scene clean the mess And we educate the kids tell them listen Caxton Press Its Theme and Killa Supreme being ill figures With pristine sixteens that split spleens and livers Release darts so fast the slip stream is vicious Wanna be mc’s claim they the scenes militia But they ain’t even heard of Rakim and Dilla That seems real misguided on some ill-advised shit and you will revise it or get killed when I hit This is beats rhymes and life and how I define it
9.
The pendulum swings, tick tock as the metronome clicks, The dissentry from above leaves us buried in shit, The birth of a lost child, the death of a foundation, Run in schools just to empty a clip, Can’t pray cos I’m an atheist, look up at the sun, Dickensian hearts in the gut of the slum, Dirty drugs in the country is something I’ve done, Life broken through glass panes is what I’ve become, I’ve seen weak hearts destroyed like a lottery fund, No pot to piss in, next minute, lobster and skunk, Feels like we never learn so we’re constantly slumped, Under watch from prescriptions your doctor will pump, Manufactories, built on battlefields, The war ghosts still follow us dumb, Plough the earth you can still find the copper and guns, Empty shells on the beach, guess the collars have won Shame, it captures the fate of the heart of the many, Dance on the grave of your soul, Shame, never work hard for the penny, No trust in yourself, now its taking control, Shame, when the pressure gets heavy, Are you out in the open or back in the hole? Practice a bit till your standards will show, then correct your mistakes and your standards will grow I see myself in many others so I lose hope, Never one for fools gold, I hoola through your loop holes, Try move closer to friends, Push away when my phone starts blowing again, Over and out, each time I draw smoke from my mouth, Feel relaxed thoughts, my mind still throws them in doubt, Snapped heels in the city full of posters and touts, Posers who walk in comas, the polish in drought, The big dream of the british life is nothing to shout, Hypodermics tattooed on your mother and spouse, Abused children, the laws still snuffing them out? Or where they part of the cause we knew nothing about, Government clout, got us all running around, Many tired but reminded when their suppers devoured, We’re the 99% but where the fuck are we now? Rally up on the 1% shutting em down Shame, it captures the fate of the heart of the many, Dance on the grave of your soul, Shame, never work hard for the penny, No trust in yourself, now its taking control, Shame, when the pressure gets heavy, Are you out in the open or back in the hole? Practice a bit till your standards will show, then correct your mistakes and your standards will grow
10.
Don’t panic, get your grid-locked like road traffic, Time waits, see your goal then you go grab it, Laid back, spark your target, its slim pickings, About as thin as a dickhead who hits women, Cherish your precious pace, foot down on the metal plate, Many play risk, it’s a clever game, Drain the ink of a pen a day, image a leopards shade, No change to your make up and lemon taste, Bitter, sweet symphony that can separate, Opposites attract, bring it back and regenerate, Clean bill of health now the scene must necessitate, Out with old and the good we commemorate, Destruction begins, image lost that we demonstrate, Deep in decline which reflects in the credit frame, The masons enslaving our thoughts in a trap, If the schools teach that then its bound to be crap, Hook: Resort to the gloden brown just like the last, tied to the mast, extortion revolves around, Run through the wall of sound, build the bricks then we knock it down, para-spitters, one leg so they hop around, Rest on a pedestool, toxic and chemical, Bars get crushed by the strength of a general, Talks very cheap so beware who you tell it to, Sell your soul for the gold and you ask - who's selling who? Amy: If it helps me to explain, all the joy and all the pain, need to know just who i am, where i'm from and where i stand, in this world where something is missing, I use my strength, i use my wisdom, nothings perfect lets admit it, We're inside financial prisons Verse 2: The rust sets and dust gets thick on the rough edge, Cuff get slapped on the wrist of a ruffneck, The slums get taken, degenerate nation, Pedals turn aimlessly settle with changes, Space camps overrun with the lunar army, Back on land there’s a market for illuminati, Many search for the real solution, The way the governments behave is a process of evolution, Take apart everything you learned, Unravel more drama across the world as it spins and turns, Dim the filament, the figment of your minds eye, Fly’s by, stripped by the mile high, Satellite drive by, mind is the basic tool, Re-enact what is based on you, Seek the answer of sacred jewels, dwell and we reminisce, Communist arms see red like a severed wrist.
11.
Outro Behind our black mask, Behind our armed voice, Behind our unnameable name, Behind us, who you see, Behind us, we are you. Behind us, you are us. Behind our masks is the face of all excluded women, Of all the forgotten individuals, Of all the persecuted homosexuals, Of all the despised youth, Of all the beaten migrants, Of all those imprisoned for their words and thoughts, Of all the humiliated workers, Of all those dead from neglect, Of all the simple and ordinary men and women, Who dont count, Who arent seen, Who are nameless, Who have no tomorrow.

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►The remarkable album Zapatista is destined to be a hip-hop classic. It’s the result of a 10-year collaboration between eMCee Killa and Grim Reaperz – who first teamed up to record "Let Me Be Understood", as featured on the Crown da Reaperz album "Just Listen".◄

►Zapatista – Supporter of the Mexican revolutionary force working for social and agrarian reforms and which launched a popular uprising in the state of Chiapas in 1994.◄

►All tracks produced by the GRIM REAPERZ (Crown & Oxydz (ex-member))

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released April 7, 2015

Label: CPR/ Just Listen Records
Release date: 7th April 2015 (pre-orders available 7th March)
Catalogue Number: EKGR001
Distributor: Modulor Pro
Format: Vinyl LP, CD and Digital
Artwork by Ebola (D2F)
Tracks: 11
Length: 40:43
Executive Producers: eMCee Killa and Crown Da Reaperz
Featured artists: Mouse Hughes, Jabba DaKut, Si Phili, Drew Dollars (JMT), Phoenix Da Icefire, Chinch 33, Theme, Manage and Amy True from Caxton Press.
Available from: Modulor Pro distribution (worldwide) and all known digital music stores.

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Grim Reaperz is a hiphop producers crew since 2010 (Crown, Oxydz (ex), Lewis Sumisu & Supervillain) known for using very unique samples uncommon for hip-hop production to create a very diverse and original brand of music. Grim Reaperz have worked with some of the most influential underground hip-hop MC's from across the globe.

CONTACT : CROWN @ grimreaperzbeat@gmail.com
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