Revolution - LowKey, Faith SFX, Mic Righteous

Little man never did exams,

Got a particular bigger plan flipping grams,

When a bigger man in his gang gave him a stick to bang,

Or maybe just hold 'cause no one thought he would kill a man,

Till he got silly billy feelin &chilling in the jam,

Sipping cham', spliff in his hand checking to the jam,

Bang bang biddy bang biddy bang,

Now he’s in the c&thinking damn what a pity fam,

Rappers are yapping and flapping their lips,

Bout how they’re packing and clapping their sticks,

Has to be big,

The impact it has on the kids, tells me where the factory is,

The government kill, they’re just stacking their chips,

You wonder why the youths are strapped and their pissed,

If not a nine, it’s a knife getting jabbed in your ribs,

People die for the petrol, the gas and the whip,

In London, you can get shanked in the heart,

Still the government put more tax in Iraq,

Ignorant little spitters are talking greezy,

Cause they bitten bits that the saw on TV,

If all you rap about is the hoes and the doe,

It’s already too late, you sold 'em your soul,

You jokers act like you know but you don’t,

'Cause there’s little kids dying all over the globe,

They used to put my lights out and nights out

And days in spent blazing

And tell me to not be gaining the mazes

But why now it’s right out amazing to think

Now let the revolutionaries sing

Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution

Free your mind so we can prise constitution

'Cause they’re killing us all…

Little man never did exams

He be chillin with his fam in a flat

Spliff in hand and spittin raps

But there’s more than one way to skin a cat

Gotta make up for the things he didn’t have

Wanna be a dan

Little mans gott bigger plans

Wanna be bigger than jigga and killer cam

Picture that while hes sittin back sippin out a guinness can

Feelin trapped

Done with the chitter chat!

Little man dealing crack for a bit of cash

Put his shit on smash, buildin' stacks

Livin isnt bad

Untill a cat got in his flat

And hit him with a bat

And they found where he hid his stash

Little man fouled it

Get him back

Now really mad

Feelin militant put on his timberlands and headed to the flat

Where the cats that had jacked him were chillin at

‎Bowl full of gas in his gaff

And lit a match

Put it in a bad

And away it goes BANG!

But the cat’s whole family was in the flat

Now it’s definitely defo prison for little man

He could of been one in a million he could’ve had the whole world in his hands

But shit hit the fan

When the cat came back

With his strap

Pulled the trigger back

Finished little man in a flash

Its a FACT!

That he’s dead now…

They used to put my lights out and nights out

And days in spent blazing

And tell me to not be gaining the mazes

But why now it’s right out amazing to think

Now let the revolutionaries sing

Stand up for your rights and fight for revolution

Free your mind so we can prise constitution

'Cause they’re killing us all…