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 amadбn or face Armageddon.
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.