Available in Digital, CD & Vinyl 12″ Download this track here : https://itunes.apple.com/fr/album/zap… Order now / Commande : Bandcamp : https://grimreaperz.bandcamp.com/albu… Itunes : https://itunes.apple.com/fr/album/zap… Fnac : http://musique.fnac.com/a7746459/eMCe… Amazon : http://www.amazon.fr/dp/B00O20M7Y6 Official website : http://www.emceekilla.com/ Credits : Produced by Grim Reaperz intro vocals : Tony Benn Mix : Soundsizer Mastering : Supervillain (Grim Reaperz) Distributor : Modulor Pro Label : CP Records & Just Listen Records / 2015 Lyrics: 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 and 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(er) 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 Arawak, Colonised states breeds common life hate, Mr Officer, why do you bother my place? There’s 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 one, 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, deep and entrenched, CHORUS 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, Or give it up for lent, or have a Castro intent, Stick to your guns and never suffer in regret, Or you live as a puppet of the West, It’s 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 indigenous farmer just starves in the sun, CHORUS
