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Celebrating 10 Years of Hiphop (2003 - 2013)

Wally

ARTISTS: GI / Costello / 4Real / William Lee / Moschops / Street Literature / JohnDoe / Lunitic / Urban Intelligence

Gimme A Reason

Lunitic
Gimme A Reason why the world is filled with sadness and sorrow,
I can only imagine known that your child might be dead tomorrow,
From lack of food or diseases like aids,
Very little is done and so little are saved,
If every government pulled together to help in every way,
There’d be less people dying in Africa every single day,
But the greedy get richer, don’t look at the big picture,
Sit in a warm office and upgrade their bank figures,
On home soil, while kids are walking the streets, far from discreet,
never knowin where their gonna sleep, or when they might eat,
and whats fucked up is,
all of this is completely normal to all of these kids,
a fella aged 12 killed himself tonight,
cuz he uncle liked to touch him and say it was alright,
Gimme a reason cuz me heads about to crack,
I talk to danny every day but now he doesn’t talk back

Costello
Looking over this worlds history, harsh stories of injustice,
Mans will corrupted amkes it hard for our own god to even trust us,
Genocides with innocent people being butchered,
This world is a place where billions of souls have experienced life and suffered,
Realising how our society was structured,
Europeans took over the whole world and lay waste to some beautiful cultures,
Dwelling on it all try’na understand the basics,
Why theres so much racists spreading hatred, rapists stripping women naked,
The righteous people being shackled with metal bracelets,
Life the most beautiful thing in existence is idlying being wasted,
Gets too much some times for me mind to take it,
Return to me higher form so i can see it on a universal basis,
Ya think we do this music to be famous,
Our main objective is to be effective and try to bring about some changes,
With all the shit thats going on no wonder people aethiest,
But thats what gives me a reason to try and replace the faith in yiz

G.I.
Gimme a reason why these people are screaming,
In agony cuz their bleeding just because what they believe in,
Whether its allah or jesus, while diseases increasing,
Over the needles their fiending people need pieces to sleep with,
So much misery creeping, they say imprisonment weakens,
The broken syallbles deepen, for the kids that need treatment,
Cuz their sick a been beating, nightmares overpower their dreaming,
Some grab a rope for their last hour of breathing,
I blame the ones who are leading for leaving our own on the streets,
Hungry and freezing, now the currencys needed,
Recession plummeting people,
Were the lower class they don’t give a fuck how were feeling,
drugs have to come from somewhere for the smugglers to deal it,
Newspapers pubhlishing tragedys, more or less punishing families,
Just to supplement caualties, just the worlds fucked up mentality,
Having me stuck in a fucking fantasy

4Real
I try and come to some sort of realisation,
Truth is devastating its hard to find something to keep your faith in,
Some people think they own the streets, others have their own beliefs,
Do i have to blow meself to pieces for you to notice me,
So much evil in the world i wonder where the fucks the good,
Then again i couldn’t care less wonder if i even should,
They say to keep me faith in god would ya stop,
I lost that when they start putting perverts in the confession box,
I see some of the boys i used to be getting fed with,
Smoking spliffs at the back of the sheds and breaking heads with,
And they don’t even recognise me now i’m like a stranger,
Still debating on whether to give em that score til later,
Its helping em to his grave sure,
The boys had 2 choices smoke the dirty shit or sell it end up doing it major,
Reality at times would make you sick to your stomach,
humanity be wiped out with just the push of a button,
Gimme A Reason


Street Literature
Products of the Environment

If you grow up in Dublin
There in a Working class situation
the only way your gonna get out of the world
is three things really
your either gonna be (ya know)
a professional boxer, professional football player
or ya get into music

Never forget where were coming from
it's only common sense
were products of the environment which we represent
Ya have to keep it real
for this world to acknowledge you
and Dublin is the place that were paying homage to

(Lunitic]
Its the place of high rises, where hoods are disguises
and crime hypnotizes young teens til their blinded
me friends passed on and me life was decided
watched others mistakes and it helped me avoid them
growing up in a three bedroomed house in an estate
broke alot of spirits but it helped me shape
who i am cuz of what i was, fought what seemed a lost cause
never give up when me backs against the wall
survival of the strong minded when times grinded me down
music was the voice that helped turn it around
lads that seemed sound, ended up on the brown
glare into their eyes but theres no soul ta be found
where kids with both parents are the odd ones out
a lot were raised by their ma in a corpo house
its not thought about, we accept what were livin through
Ballymun is the place that i'm paying homage to

[Costello]
I start striving with this Hiphop as a kid
back when we used ta be drinking cans down at the shanty bridge
way I seen it i was just writing bout what when on were i lived
all the local residents were disliked by all of the pigs
and I can see why cuz we were been influenced by crime
going round with flathead screwdrivers and fleecing car signs
watching the robbed cars down at the hollywood stretch
have someone stand up on the muckhills just ta be keepin sketch
me and me mates were discussing who'd be flashing the cars best
they'd be given it death and then burn it out when its wrecked
youngfellas running wild not even caring about their future
ending up in prison strung out as another drug abuser
criminal empires with people wanting to be ruler
got these loopers paranoid
creeping round the streets carrying shooters
its no rumour cuz its the same all over Dublin,
whether Blanch, Finglas, Ballymun, Tallaght, Clondalkin ta Crumlin.

Never forget where were coming from
it's only common sense
were products of the environment which we represent
Ya have to keep it real
for this world to acknowledge you
and Dublin is the place that were paying homage to

[4Real]
I’m not just reppin it for me lads, I couldn’t give a rats arse,
believe that yiz retards, I’m in the streets of working class
Where the situation’s drastic, it’s fucking mad shit
The young fellas are runnin’ around with guns
as if they were made of plastic
It’s mad isn’t it? I didn’t think I’d see half of them lastin’
rubber and sniffed ouvit
The paro has them blastin’ each other into an early casket
I’ve seen it all before,
the prospect of makin’ the money quick will lead to street wars
And half of them don’t even live long enough for exams,
Cause the only mathematics they know is measuring grams
Get the picture? By any means necessary to accumulate the figures,
The boys study the bible of street literature
Contantly looking over your shoulder they’re tryna get to you
If it’s not the fuckin’ law it’s the next thug lookin’ to settle it.
There’s nothin’ there for the kids that’s livin’in the council settlements
They say – “there’s work to be done”, but I’ve yet to see the evidence.

[GI]
I'm from the place were the dicks keep harassing
the pricks keep on asking, how this place is lasting
when fellas keep on blasting til bodies hit the caskets
running up with masks hitting everything that passes
the enemies their laughing, the families their departing
the wars only starting to see whos the hardest
regarding the heartless, the blood thirst is parching
the empty plates are starving not knowing who its harming
armed up like sergeants, the swords start ta carving
when lads start ta gargling, blades fucking sparkling
the cars start ta parking, looking for a bargain
then lookin for a target so they can rip apart it
no begging for your pardon, just fucking start the marching
get goin on your toes running around the block
before their busting around the shots
while your sucking around the cocks
I'll be fucking around with mots
don't expect this shit ta stop

Never forget where were coming from
it's only common sense
were products of the environment which we represent
Ya have to keep it real
for this world to acknowledge you
and Dublin is the place that were paying homage to

Music N Crime
G.I.
Its like me life split into 2 sections,
Instead of making drug investments, i took music as a preference,
Took the right turn the right direction,
Fuck chopping white stuff i think i’ll just write stuff,
Play the cards with a nice bluff, seen some nice muff in New York,
Shit you should see how long the flight took,
I let the mic bust, til the mic rust,
If i hada taken that left me lifes fucked,
Probably would a been in tight cuffs taken couple right hooks,
Off a tight slut not polite but... fuck it,
I got the opportunity to dodge snelling sniff so i took it,
This music i love it, teaching the ways of street literature to all the crooked,
Put it however way ya wanna put it, this is the way we goin run it,
Educating up and comings on the route they should be running,
Make your choice its crime to the left music to the right

Chorus
I made a choice in this life of mine,
Picked the right road between music and crime,
Instead of snorting coins i’m writing rhymes,
Tell it how i see it and enlighten minds
X2

4Real and Lunitic
Ya know me mister Q-T keeping low key,
Get the cunts that owe me thinking they get the blow free, (4Real)

Ya must be joking, fuck 3 skins,
A book of rhymes i be toking, leaving the mic smoking,
Banging out bars and keys legitamitaly,
I just speak me mind and then i put it on cd (Lunitic)

You spit bars thats cool well i deliever them,
Making paper cut out the middleman, no equivilant,
I rap halves and ounces at a time,
While the addicts que up at the blocks in a line (4Real)

Selling or buying were all running outta time,
Each man to his own once we learn to survive (Lunitic)

Til i fucking die have to learn to duck and dive,
Watch the time fly, fuck making ends meet i’m try’na stay alive (4Real)

Books put aside ya can keep that bolux,
Were thought on the blocks so were speakin street knowledge
Chorus
X2

Costello
We be providing a bit’a street literature for the listener,
Concsious while analyzing concentrating on uplifting a
Whole generation through rhyming the ones who be feeling sicka
Livin a life where the system has em trapped as a prisoner,
In hindsight our situations seem similar,
The countrys falling apart with the work of the taoiseach and all the ministers,
Through the nieghborhoods theres a hunger for blood,
Fellas kitted up with guns and gloves as they speculate something sinister,
Only 3 outcomes for that standard of living,
Either be rich, locked up in prison or a victim of a killing,
When i was young i made the decision
between being a criminal and a musician Focusing on something different,
street poetics give us credit for the way that we set it,
us youngfellas got the message spreaded for all yiz to cherish

Chorus
X2


Collateral Damage

4Real
Its a dog eat dog world the circle is vicious, Money and bitches
Thugs are malicious, war on the street to get riches,
The games about more than respect, got reality checked,
When i had ta strap me bro with a bulletproof vest,
Everyday is a new test and it could be consequential,
Sniffin coke and being paranoid would drive ya mental,
I seen what was happening around me so i bowed out,
Too many loud mouths, didn’t know who to trust, who to doubt
Boys are minded mathimatically, when it comes to be counting cash ya see,
Hash or weed, P.O. if it has to be
Not me too many speed dial keys for gardai
Their another bunch of fuckin wankers acting hardy

Lunitic
Another victim to the streets cuz of a rat race,
Where the winner takes all the losers blasted in the face,
Family left shattered, mates never mattered,
When the gun went off every one of the lads scattered,
Egos disappeared and tough men became frail,
As the shots rang out one froze and went pail,
Dropped to his knees as he was splattered with blood,
Looked to the right his mate fell in the dirt,
The car screeched into the night he was numb with shock,
Felt like he was dying from fright, felt like his heart stopped,
As the people gathered you could hear a pin drop,
His mates dead he can’t sleep cuz he still hears the shots

Costello
All these murders got me thinking philosophical,
Cuz theres people out there who be living a life thats less then honourable,
I’d say the experience must be horrible,
Of having to identify a murdered family member down the hospital,
Forgiveness for the deed would seem illogical,
People want revenge feels like stopping the violence would be impossible,
Theres never ever gonna be a winner,
A killers just a sinner ending a life when their squeezing on the trigger,
Criminals see it as justice delievered, it could give your soul shivers,
Like its impact has never been considered
Family losing someone whether a brother, cousin, son or father,
Husband or friend, something thats making their lifes harder,
I try to think smarter as these days are getting darker,
But what can i change, it stays the same the violence still remains,
And its a shame when you discover another lifes been claimed,
Leaving a broken hearted family to harbour all the pain

G.I
Boys be positioning plots, riddling shots,
Leavin familys snifflin snots,
Its like a kick in the rocks, when they be pickin up glocks,
In them different spots, then these kids just adopt,
To the criminal lifestyle that never finish or stops,
You see them chilling at shops, older lads giving them props,
No decision to cock, cuz they dont think twice if their killing or not,
Or whether the victims living or not,
So many bodies being pumped by the shotties,
The killers turn up at the funeral and probably say sorry,
How you supposed to tell a mother that her sons being murdered
And that their not going to investigate any further,
You’d be killing her with her son, so think of that,
When you pick up a gun cuz lifes too timid for fun
From finglas to the mun,
Family members left picking up krumbs of the dead ones.



Deep End

Costello
Estates do be drug infested,Cars is stolen,
Garda patrolling, dealers holding guns to keep them protected,
Agigitated adolescents getting arrested,
Regardless what the crime be their innocence is being protested,
Peoples lying if they say their lifes ain’t affected,
If drugs is something your involved in then caution is something thats recommended
Cuz theres been many victims to the business,
Seeing as ***** ******** was shot at christmas just for being a witness,
Its a life that be offering no forgiveness,
Reason why the coke heads on weekends be having a merry sniffmas,
Reason why half your estate be strung out, no lying,
Demand will never run out as long as theirs someone supplying,
And their be many that be taking that route, no doubt,
But its likely you could end up with your brains blown out,
Cuz while theres money to be made off of this countrys drug trade,
People gonna be winding up in an early grave

Chorus
You know the stories we tell,
Weeks wage being made by drug sales,
Each day boosts these street retails,
No trails, no garda details,
These stories are far from pretend,
Can’t dodge obstacles that meet them,
Mixed with back stabbers and wannabe friends,
Shallow grave when ya fall in the deep end

G.I.
Pushers pullin products, pickin up different profits,
Picking on others pockets, pick up a gun and cock it,
Of someone trys to stop it, they just lock it and pop it,
Get the cream by any means keep the streets hopping,
Dealing delinquents dish drugs through the slums,
Filled with crackheads and bums, and the smack heads at pubs,
Boys lap up the krumbs, maybe a laugh for some,
These harsh realities come and hard mentalitiy runs
Through the veins of these men, and through the veins of this pen,
I’ll keep descibing this again and again, until when,
Untils someone visions this place, see all the killings, the rates,
See all the killers escape, 2 years for a paedo that rapes,
You make the wrong choice, you paying a long price,
Sentenced to a long life, dementing them wrong rights,
Resulting in long fights, distinguishing enemies from friends,
And who you trust til the fucking end,
Chorus

Lunitic
What we speak is what were living but were far from thugs,
You should join cypress hill cuz your only mugs,
Pain is blood, well if i could i would,
Start a fucking revoulution for the ones i love,
Stand up for the rights of those considered shite,
But i do what i can over a beat and a mic,
Over and over when i fight for something i believe in,
I’ll follow it through til the day i stop breathing,
And were deceived in this material world,
Where living a thug life gets ya material girls,
And material swirls, a bullshit and baggage,
Locked up in port ran cuz they said he couldn’y manage,
Paranoia gets ya through stops ya being foolish,
Soon as ya trust someone they turn out to be a judas,
Its easy to prove this no matter your stature,
Lifes a bitch i’m gonna kill her when i catch her,

Chorus