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Kush Zombies

by QELD

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Nothing 02:06
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BOB SAVAGE: Trust man'll bust that Dustpan n brush rap No car so far, just have a bus pass Dishrag rapper fam Spit shit that matters man You're coming as cunning as a shit Blackadder plan It's the big dicked anarchist Taliban Q from the rubble You knew we were trouble Like Taylor Swift steppin' in, places ya never been Ain't gettin' in with a face full of ketamin Q don't move we're the laziest bretherin Viet Cong rap don, aim at your veterans Ain't waitin' to let em in, Syria shit, Assad at the door Chased by the state like Assata Shakur Your shit's so pants, put it back in the drawer There's no 'top bants', you're a twat and a bore Joffrey Lannister rap Hang you off the bannister rap Try 'n toss Riot cops Gas canisters back JENRE: Bitter types My weakness like Kryptonite Speaking truth into mics Fuck your God given rights You know I kick it right, even though property is theft I own this device, in this life I properly detest Don't criticise, I'm possibly the best My quality is next, yes They'll probably honour me in death I expect, say this obviously in jest If anybody follows me they're gonna be misled Honesty's the best policy it's said Honestly I can't not see any solid reason left To keep this façade going They just wanna keep the arms flowing Trading in economies of death And women just commodities for sex So that's half the people in the world that are horribly oppressed Normal proletarians gotta lead the left So I'm staying libertarian communist to death BOB SAVAGE: Yo, MPs claiming they serve to inspire us While calling the workers 'shirkers and skivers' Claiming they're strivers, management shysters Picket line rap we adamant strikers Yo... So stop the sermon Six feet deep now drop the dirt in ... Claimed she's not for turning? Dig up her corpse make sure she's not returning Fucking Thatcherite cunts You guys are the reason I have to buy skunk Creating poverty We hate you honestly Shank up your bailiff, reclaim your property I'm the Soviet satellite Sputnik So don't be shit Thatcherite fuckwits Justice, leaving red marks Bro, have you even read Marx? Protect yo' neck like Ned Stark's JENRE: I keep a close watch like drones in Pakistan I see you turning whole crowds into traffic jams Heading for the exit 'Cos life on your bars has never been detected Style forever been neglected, I don't know why you do it mate I'll be spitting fire at a stupid rate Sweat till you're losing weight, you'll need a skin graft Your chances of beating me went from good to slim fast So make a quick dash, please get out of here Cos I get pissed fast like it's just a pound a beer So get the rounds in here Your whole sound is fear It's blue sky thinking, I ain't seen a cloud all year You're dope? Don't be telling me this shit I'm the spoiled kid at Christmas, incredibly gifted Stronger than an Irn Bru Whatcha tryna do? Yeah you might get clocked, that don't mean I got time for you BOB SAVAGE/JENRE: Yo, these are the Middle Ages Feudal free market, we start to live in cages Restart the civil cases We target little wages We Marxists Be scarring Weak-hearted fickle faces So don't find the bloodshed surprising When the proletarian undead are rising Police wanna stop them, off with your heads Peter Kropotkin, Conquest of Bread ¡No Pasarán! But you're eager to let 'em pass Grown ass man in a V for Vendetta mask So Van Damme man, Jon-clawed your eyes out Bob slays comrades onstage, your cause is wiped out ...Now get to war with 'em Six months later, now get supportin' 'em Hands round necks of roundhead historians Kush Zombies found dead, brown bread - Warburton's (Warburton's, war with 'em) Radical Historians Reading Das Kapital, sat in the Delorean Cable Street Battle rap, fascists be deportin' em Kush Zombie Antifa rapping crematorium ... Radical Historians Reading Das Kapital, sat in the Delorean Cable Street Battle rap, fascists be deportin' em Kush Zombie Antifa rapping crematorium
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Nobody Knows 03:51
BOB SAVAGE: ...yo the fat dank carrier Working class militant - shank bank managers No Shameless rip-off, no Yank Frank Gallagher Bobby, not even the Macho Man's Savager Richard Keys emcees smashing' ya battle bars attackin ya nerd shit, Battlestar Galactica ...it's grim and disgusting I spit sick shit then I grin like a pumpkin Sick of the grumbling west country bumpkins No flow rappers still stick to the punch-ins Bedminster draw-tickers Thumping bumbling mumbling Westminster bullshitters ...lawless and auspicious Kush Zombies stalk you and awkwardly crawl thru a small slither Foolish to brawl with the devilish two Got bare bones to pick with your skeleton crew, yo [Hook] Nobody knows about QELD Nobody cares about QELD Nobody gives a shit about QELD, yo Come get lean with the QELD Smoke green with the QELD "Females" come and sleep with the QELD Or at least please speak to the QELD, oi! Quelle Est La Date speaking French like Delboy Now nobody knows cos we never left evidence Kush Zombies want brain, and undead presidents JENRE: Yo it's Jenre Beats seizing your means of production While dreaming of police chiefs beat with their truncheon I watch TV and drink teas in abundance No bog weez please I need weed just to function And I'm a beast with production, its off key They're weak in the substance and speaking like cockneys So please seek the boss key cus QELD be the next level Best while the rest settle softly Don't accost me it's costly to do that The pope wouldn't cross me, can't boss me I move tracks Your crew lacks the ability to spit so nice Unique skill with beats built like Kimbo Slice No dice for you, there's no ace hidden You ain't my blud, I'm fresh and you're plague ridden I slay rhythms, no fucking with this My love for the pigs is like God - it doesn't exist [Hook] BOB SAVAGE: Too many man still can't roll a zoot right Topload-a joint, no Dance in the Moonlight Spark it... I'm starting to need some ...like Park I'm a Ji-Sung! Bury me holding my grade so I roll in the grave Kush Zombies shoulda been told to behave We're troubled by karma Make you say 'touche!', double Guevara Start the Mardi Gras when we spark a peng draw No Marks & Sparks, this is Marx & Engels Kush Zombies raise malls, leaving mannequins shook Reading early 20th century anarchist books, look Don't step to me don It's like Messi is on and Bobby Savage getting Trym like Westbury-on-' Now nobody knows where the weaponry gone QELD want the proletariat and peasantry strong
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BOB SAVAGE: I'm taking the piss out the whole force Hating the pigs and the old lords Raising my fist These racists get kicked I'm taking a shit on your golf course Blazing a spliff, while I'm yearning for bougies dead Bogart Bobby be burning your BUPA beds Most are probably concerned that they're losing 'cred' They didn't see the guillotines, now merchants are losing heads There's no asking for pardon I'm having to harm 'em No Country For Old Men, I Javier Bardem Most trust me to roll peng fatties and spark em No jumped-up, dumb fucks rapping for stardom (nah) They ran that-a-way We ain't had our say We're Les Misé-rappers, but ain't Anne Hathaway ...So to get four-hour days Get more barricades And less George Galloways [Hook] JENRE: Who the hell we be, dropping bars shit hot? Q-E-L-D the Oligarch Hit Squad Posh breres in crosshairs, gotta target toffs Jon's there and Bob's there, crossing our lists off BOB SAVAGE: This is Lebanon Feel our presence from Petrograd with petrol bombs Till we're pressing on Your pentagram Pentagons It's a pisstake They just wanna dictate Shitsake You can fist shake Until your fucking wrist aches And it won't do nothing... I smoke too much and I don't do nothing The flow still so swagging Most meals don't happen Just No Frills smoked gammon Disappear, so Bilbo Baggins ...But none can amount to Bogart Bob, when he buns down an ounce too Oaths are dropped, now we come to denounce you Most are shot, like the scum that surround you ...So you better not piss about clearly QELD swing the Hammer and Sickle down fiercely Slashing Adam Smith's wrists - Trickle-Down Theory Snatching cannabis if your piff is out near me [Hook] BOB SAVAGE: The bread's week-old, the cheese mould is sinister Bob Savage, Balsamic Sea Salt 'n' Vinegar Revolting prisoners We told solicitors "BEHOLD!" As we proles administer Sleepholds to ministers ...Not the Orphans, it's the zombies of Cush It's not Romney or Bush We got communist books That we know off by heart So you got blown apart Real revolutionaries, no Bonaparte ...They don't like this racket Revolutionaries in hi-vis jackets Bobby, the junkie, the damn Savage heathen "I could catch a monkey," the rap Gareth Keenan No Brentmeister players There's scum on top, eat the entire layer Bobby the Empire Slayer Dictatorship of the Yolotariat Sit blazing piff in some no-go areas [Hook] BOB SAVAGE: So pardon my French and don't start to panic My bars cause offence to your farmer racket You aren't really hench in your Barbour jacket I'm armed with a wrench like a car mechanic, yo.
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We Can Go 03:53
BOB SAVAGE: We're best dressed rappers, you're dead worst rappers I'll Fred West rappers if they're Fred Durst rappers Ain't guest verse rappers with barely good mixtapes QELD rap until the proletariat dictates Yo, it's no Death Cab For Cutie Just Q E L D running Death Camps For Bougies uh, and you best pass it to me If you're getting stoned off less than a zootie El Proletaro, George Romero Piff draws, score more than four Agueros Ain't Fab, we're more Solero You're ten a penny We're Bob and Jenre, not Ben and Jerry Dead and buried, No Gods or Masters Black Bloc rap squad, All Cops Are Bastards The have-nots slap scabs lots - fall off like plasters Hate the state, pawnshops and blackshirts JENRE: Coming to your village park, tearing down the bandstand QELD leaves crowds worn out like Superman's pants With more energy than nuclear power plants Q E L D is more than just a crap scrabble hand No Pasaran, call me El Capitan Ahead of the game but no I'm no Sepp Blatter man Hanham man! Anarchist without a plan Less popular than Taliban in caravans No cash advance, no chasing cheques Q E L D ain't big enough to fake it yet Or be hated yet we're just two heads That nobody really listens to like a tape cassette Start placing bets cos we're the winners here Soon as we taste success then we can disappear not from the city here My mouth's a pistol shooting clips full of Bristol in your ear BOB SAVAGE/JENRE: Most vocal critics, both total cynics No social misfits, so socialistic Kick in your door, this is no social visit Dragged kicking and screaming like emo vocalist kids We can go so ballistic, or we can go turtle pace We can go circulate pamphlets with circled-A's Blaze purple haze, get your workmates to play it Insurrectionary rap, Sergei Nechayev ...but no wackass cunts So don't try this at home like Jackass stunts Now pass that blunt to shop steward Bobby Sobotka Molotov topped off with a bottle of vodka Now whose beats popping off? It's gotta be Jenre We can go off on a wander Or we can go like chronic absconders We can go for your politicians, bosses and mobsters Kush Zombies plotting to demolish you monsters
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BOB SAVAGE: This Savage Shakes-Spears, you're Wordsworth nothing I'll leave a chick screaming shes E.E. Cummings No bluffing, I Can't Bury Tales like Chaucer Your daughter came back for more like Ollie Twist saucer Caught the metaphors? Man listening after 'em Allegorical raps, Hans Christian Anderson Literature raps for you illiterate cats Sick like medical books, hear the ligaments snap Oh, my life is more Orwellian Than policeman ringing on your doorbell again Tolkien about another Mordor hell again Library raps not your store selling 'em Elegant prose, you man all act funny We're poetical pros, like Carol Ann Duffy Some Dickensian ghosts of the past who act scummy Scrooge with the zoots no scams to stack money Oh yo... it's autobiographical Getting top Marx and you know Das Kapital Bust Atlas Shrugged rappers, dumb man n backpackers Wack rappers, dealing with the Jack Kerouac rappers Tryna take on more rappers 1984 rappers No means no Julian Assange rappers No Logo, no Naomi Klein rappers Say Cheese 'n Die it's the RL Stine rappers No Ayn Rand Mein Kampf rappers No Thatcherites we strike like Minecraft rappers War 'n Peace rappers, oughta teach rappers 3 chapters deep now you fall asleep rappers ... So fuck all the thick rappers Choke in my Fight Club, Chuck Palahnuik rappers Fuck your lawbooks, fuck your rulebooks, fuck your schoolbooks Now you're all in the nick rappers Abu Jamal, no Andy McNab rappers Life sentencers get randy n shag rappers Brasseye rappers, Day Today rappers Black and white rap, no Shades of Grey rappers Looking like Twilight, they be pale rappers Pride and Prejudice like Daily Mail rappers Crime and Punishment from a lot of toff rappers Spitting like toddlers, Spot the Dog rappers Meg and Mog rappers, it's pretend rappers Who don't Tickle me like Mr Men rappers ...Listen then rappers, younger whippersnappers QELD are Grimm Brothers plus some Hungry Caterpillar rappers Take joints from a rapper, Point Horror rappers Looking like Where's Wally, point out a rapper ...Stay annoyed at you rappers Just mother fuckers like Freudian rappers
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BOB SAVAGE: While vultures encircle us This culture is murderous With falsehoods superfluous Revolving door workforce, the proles work subservient Keep our heads down cos we're told work is permanent So the weak hearted tagalong This free market grab-a-thon Need to see the reasons that we target Babylon Why we need arms, and ballies on Cos it's kicking off, can't Keep Calm or Carry On (There he stood) With two molotovs I'll boot your bollocks off Whenever revolution's popping off Tying tax dodging toffs to traintracks and jogging off Then take back a lotta dosh as payback for shoddy jobs Blindfold your rotten boss, line up a lotta cops Firing squads, we got miners all popping shots Come fight with the commie sods Uprise when we're clocking off Then we'll light up your office block JENRE: In the heart of night Wondering why’s the world dark yet the stars so bright? Minds master the art of flight But bodies caged in a world where it’s hard to fight But I fear it’s just a part of life Shit I so detest In a world of beauty without dignity and no respect Smoking cess sat home in bed Keeping life at arm’s length ’til I’m close to death A hopeless dreg Lost feeble and grim Less sure of my direction than leaves in the wind Got a mood with the meanest of swings Give a fuck what you deem is a sin Don’t believe in your thieves and your kings In fact, I’m eager to bring The anarchy, when actually, the state pay my salary And here’s the tragedy Tryna marry these ideals and practicalities I dip into insanity
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Nationalism 03:48
BOB SAVAGE: Mate I ain't amused by the hate produced in the mainstream news All these racist views these commentators spew's just a blatant rouse I'm getting deja vu, cos when the population grew They'd cultivate the roots and change it to a stranger fruit But it ain't braces and boots Nowadays we got racists in suits With immigration the scapegoat they use For their bait and untrue daily abuse Chatting more shit than you patriots do I patiently wait to improve, then I'm making my move Straight up traitor the state in the booth Dazed and confused then they're faced with the truth That Bait Britain's got a lot of Greatness to prove Cos all we gave to the world? The taste of our boot Free market systems and slavery too So fuck a sword to their throats when a razor will do With a will to cut deeper than David will do, oh When you sway from the noose, son I'll pay for the view Pro-choice cos cunts like you should be scraped from the womb And fuck our so-called 'boys', I ain't rating the troops No explanation is due, Abu Ghraib should be proof These dictators are trained to rape and abuse So fuck your target market, I target markets aim and I shoot These bars are marxist with only chains left to lose JENRE: I could never take pride in that flagpole So you can pack a union jack inside of your asshole And it couldn't get more shitty The core's gritty When my own government at war with me They call it a fighting chance when they brawl with me That’s like lions praying down on a small kitty Don't bite the hand that feeds you, well I'm more picky I'll be eating fingers for my dinners ’til they're all in me Til they talk with me 'bout the paucity of chances in this poor city We don't want your small pity Don't be believing now you’re thieving you're forever safe There’ll come a day when we don't run away or hesitate And take back what you never made Two-headed snake head of states getting strung up til they levitate Til their neck and spine separate Saddam Hussein style Punching pearls out your fake smile So how'd you like it then? Reactionary type of men rise again bringing pain through the mic and pen Anger is my defence Pent up I'm hypertense Trying to find the sense in this world of mice and men But I can see none when each one of us Treated like we're conjured up For some fuck to make a deep sum And it ain't treason to say the queen should die son I don't give a fuck if she was born out of the right cunt From the right dick, the right shlong’s sperm That cow could die now as far as I'm concerned There'll be bleeding hearts and weeping on When there's people her age who can't afford to keep their heating on And guess what boss it’s you that they're thieving from And your kids and your family they're leeching on And I don't wanna go preaching on But I'm throwing up this rage from the bullshit they feed us on A short leash that they keep us on Tryna disguise lies but I seen it all like a peeping tom And I believe its wrong But who am I, right? I never went to Eton I ain't even on their eyesight Fuck ‘em! They couldn't even see us if they might try Living up the high life sitting in the skyline David Cameron tells me he's a friend of me Fuck you, you push cunt, you're the fucking enemy And Edward Milliband's a little bland tosser too Nick Clegg's a dickhead so really fuck off to you The same snake in a different colour dumb disguise I hope you fucking die That ain't a fucking lie You're never one of mine Never been and never will Exploit men of skill forever still So from the pen I spill, reveal your features Fuck police and Jesus We don't need a god, boss or leaders
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USSR 03:52
SAMPLE: No one should ever work. Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Any evil you care to name comes from working, or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, We have to stop working, working, working, Living in a world designed for work BOB SAVAGE ... Yo, your bars are really bad So I-ran for president, Ahmadinejad Yes president, peace threatening like Israeli settlements WMD, no evidence Meddling with a Karl Marx reckoning Beckoning rasclarts to start Farc rebeling ...We're Maoist insurgents Loudest disturbance Blaow! Now you're found where the hearse went 'Cos shit's got real dapper Will not kill rappers No Gangnam Style, I just Kim Jong Il rappers Leave em feeling 'ronery' No stopping Kony Grassy knoll emcees go fucking blow me Pro-Soviet, most won't overthrow me Invading your land for colonial trophies, oh Dictatorship rap Ahmadinejad speech, wiping you from the face of the map Listen, Yassir Arafat rap Hamas with a backpack Hammering your Nasdaq Fatcats degrade us like lads mags Enslave us in rat traps Race us for fat stacks Then wait for the cash back They're doing crime math'matic I walk into parliament in a suicide flak jacket Many guys can't hack it So they'd rather get drunk like they're Father Jack Hackett Goddamnit Bob Savage Dogmatic A known Russian Revolutionary, Kronstadt it Shop steward rap, comrade it Kush Zombies dead on our feet Reds in the street Stop traffic Now I hate ya dance rappers I ain't a camp rapper Bobby Stalin gonna go and labour camp rappers And make em ant rappers, I'll Khmer Rouge bougie dudes And anyone who hasn't paid their union dues HOOK: No one should ever work. Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Any evil you care to name comes from working, or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working, working, working, living in a world designed for work (Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR USSR USSR) BOB SAVAGE: Ridiculous bars, these rappers here penning You're Nicholas Tsar, we're Vladimir Lenin Can of beer necking, two spliffs a burning We'll go get our munch-on like Munich in German ...Now most try being topical They think that the world's post-ideological Blame the 'all-seeing eye' and it's comical They miss the bourgeois guys who hide behind the monicles Tropical uprising like Haiti Blood bath, Kronstadt bubble bath - Matey Come have a go, intimidate me Guantanamo, interrogate me Lately, won't pay for chronic No Reaganomics Linkin' weed like Abe is on it No moron thugs like we're Nixon or George Bush War on Drugs when we nick some of your kush Undead Socialist Spitters of Rap Funded by Soviets, militant tracks, and that's Bolsheviks Holding spliffs Puffing better Rolling ouЯs backwards like Russian letters I repeat, Rolling em and blazing em Getting more stoned than adulterous Iranians Fleeing from the state, gotta falsify my name again Bit Bourne Ultimatum Pitchfork that I'm raising Lit torches are chasing Roman Abramovic Liquid Swords that I'm flailing, Shogun Assassin shit No funds to splash on shit, no Vladimir Putin The atmosphere can appear that we're here losing So be glad I'm here shooting, for the struggle of classes The poor, sick, troublesome, huddling masses go grow aware again no Tony Blair again Champagne Socialist, no proletarian HOOK: No one should ever work. Work is the source of nearly all the misery in the world. Any evil you care to name comes from working, or from living in a world designed for work. In order to stop suffering, we have to stop working, working, working, living in a world designed for work (Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR PLO style, got thrown out the car Our repertoire is USSR USSR USSR)
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ACAB 04:23
"When a person becomes a policeman, he has sold his class interests, he has crossed a class line, he is in the paid employment of the ruling class, he is a part of the private army of the ruling class which exists for the sole purpose of defending private property and profits." JENRE: Every day man they're looking for a hoody to pull It must be that the fuckry were bullied in school And as you live you get colder So they put the police number next to the chip on their shoulder No Scully or Mulder they're cold and they're corrupt They hide behind their badge when they roll like little thugs So it's bound to erupt And when the pigs just flip Then 999 turns 666 Reminds me of the world that we live in again Police get holidays for killing innocent men It's just age old power, blood, greed and lust MP's they protect these thieving fucks While they demonise "benefit cheats" and such Preaching guff - like how the filth are gonna clean us up? Acting mean and tough, it's so feeble They even turned man's best friend on the people ACAB ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS BOB SAVAGE: ...Yo, bored to a standstill Wile E Coyote rap, ordering anvils Your evidence mountin' is more of an anthill I'll torture the kop like four-nil at Anfield Leave police forces corpses on landfills French Revolutionaries, Storming La Bastille Yo... it's unpleasantly surprising The 21st Century peasantry uprising Farm hands go in mad heavy Nestor Makhno with plans ready Framed by the state, Sacco & Vanzetti Bebop or Rocksteady, Splinter your group Leave lots of shops sweaty, stinking of zoot ...Bobby Charles De Menezes No smiley culture, I snarled when I said it Watch Prince Charles get beheaded, now start running cops Ian Tomlinson's back, with Mark Duggan socks! ACAB ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS JENRE: I had a vision of more, I feels like living's a chore I make beats, write bars, never written a score All they give us is war Stealing's only a sin if you're poor The rich don't get pigs who wanna kick in their door It's over corrupt They say the system doesn't work but you know that does They get richer every day, we get totally fucked That's design, that ain't broken or bust Now they're hoping to crush And take back what remains Of hard-won and now forgotten gains I see a lot has changed It's not the same but we don't wanna return Just rebuild stronger from lessons we've learned Shit, I got to admit, I got a deep yearning To see PCs and MPs burning In the world that we make, there’ll be no work for a wage A world that makes every dead cop turn in their grave ACAB ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS ALL COPS ARE BASTARDS
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So True 03:17
BOB SAVAGE: It's so true, I'm not George Clooney Looks on the Wane, I'm a lot more Rooney Kush is the bane of my lifelong story Hooked on the grade so I'll die by 40 It's so true man, life is a ballache It's been so since I arrived at the school gates Now 9 to 5, try and skive from the workplace I'd rather die than be striving for first place (So true) - no it's not man, you span me another line Must think I'm senile, Last of the Summer Wine MCs are brown bread, pass me the butter knife So true, no food, fast till it's supper time It's so true yet truth is subjective So who is impressed with the rumours suggested? Now you do to the truth what the press did You knew truth and suppressed it It's so true JENRE: It's so true Every problem I smoke through And when one won't do then I smoke two Three, four, my moods like a see-saw Up, down, before I see what the beef's for It's so true That I'm all in a mess Yes I understand the mechanics of cause and effect But I ball and I stress And that’s the way it is I more than accept that its negative the way I live It's so true man I can't lie You know I am high Every single day mate, they pass by I don't have my wits about me I'm in a cell and it’s hell when these bars and these spliffs surround me It's so true That I've lost it My whole world's crumbling like week old dog shit No keys or locks picked I'm locked out But also trapped inside this sick mind and I want out
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[Hook] DROWNING DOG: This is the moment we have become Reflection on this confuses some If smiles and handshakes are all that we got Then your word means something yo, believe it or not This is the moment we have become BOB SAVAGE: This is the moment, wish for atonement Flee from the sinking ship with the rodents The animals of Farthing Wood Strike like radical anarchists should On a 1905 thing, not 9ing to 5ing We don't see the point like nihilists fighting Reading Das Kapital out-loud More strikes than Radamel Falcao And how! Stand down and listen Van Gaal tacticians They're planning a cash cow, that's prison And now fascism, we'll bash the fash a little more Q-E-L-D rapping Spanish Civil War, now On that CNT Telephone Exchange shit Not no BNP xenophobic racists Whose style is far-right, you're a vile facade like You Nigel Farage-types still liking apartheid [Hook] DROWNING DOG: This is the moment Here it is Here we go We become in stereo In this gold rush This is the moment, Conquests of Bread Co-operation's not dead like Kropotkin said That the city of good neighbour Something we could saver Come and get that flavour And it's best, best Coast be the reason that I'm fucking scheming All in due time, all in due season All we see is grievance, we can make our own agreements No government is needed That's power and control, the system need to fold No police, no state Girl watch what you wish for We sick of being piss poor Unfollow the leader Boss yourself instead Share respect, share knowledge Live before you're dead They need us, but we don't need Them [Hook] JENRE: Build the future, break the past Sometimes change is fast The game ain't age old These chains ain't made to last Keep your faces masked, cus it's cold out there And the majority in poverty just trying to hold out there This is the moment When money talks the loudest Counting your pennies while they're counting their houses We ain’t dumb we know they’re lying to us man And it’s not only their integrity that’s dying in their hands So fuck em! Cus I don't plead to no killers Holding tightly to the dignity they don't give us Fuck a party I won't vote for my freedom They're all the same You can't fit a rizla between them No ballots just MPCs and pens We don’t seek amends No these MCs need revenge QELD and DDM came to breach the peace again Guillotines dropping to the BPM [Hook]
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BOB SAVAGE: Militant daydreams Sick of their payschemes Assad buncha cunts like the Syrian regime Ain't spitting it mainstream, we're underground, crawl from the grave Kush Zombies came for a draw of your grade All of your grade, mate, call it a plague Graveyard rap, don't call it a spade ...Typical workerspolitical murders Give CEOs real physical mergers No longer love life, nah they're living it scared 'cos Q E L D be the Living Impaired Honestly, gotta be Zombie economy Q E L D: South West Sean Connery Dead man monopoly No red man that's stopping me No green cross code, don't flow that monotony Stop look n listen Got kush n piff in Wasteman rap but you're not looking spiffing You're not crook you're snitching You're not good at spitting Your rap face is how mine looks when I'm shitting Yo... it's the old trouble starters Keep kicking off like the Tolpuddle Martyrs Haymarket Rioting They start admiring my Goodness Gracious Great Bars are Firing Voodoo labour, graveyards are hiring Night of the Working Dead, they aren't retiring Work us to death, get played hard like violins Mozart or Godspeed Bogart your bogweed White Walker rap, Jenre Baratheon, Savage man Bobby Dothraki You can't roll, you've forgotten your baccy Mad Potter like Harry, they keep on trying me But I know what's Wat-son, Hermione Hodor emcees stop riding me Irony I respect you like the state respects your privacy
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JENRE: Class war keep the peace at bay QELD we ain't the least afraid You got rights but Theresa May take 'em each away Have the whole class lead the way We stroll past police today In the future cold smash teeth away Many proles can't eat today Yet we gotta claim peace Marching A to B up on the same streets Man, it's way deep, they find a way of charging me Sell us revolution back in fucking Che Guevara tees I don't need no idols - that ain't a part of me No need to look up - all around me there are stars to see Discord before the harmony, and it's alarming me How far the world been torn apart from me Raid the armory, straight shots cops dead Sherlock Holmes with a Blakelock chopped head Show them what's red There ain't no gods left Taking your roses and eating your posh bread [Hook] We ramble away now Better wrap me a J now "¡No Pasarán!" like we're Gandalf the Grey now Gotta keep fascists at bay now (x2) BOB SAVAGE: Ignoring your raps like Louise Mensch said it Now you're left out in the cold, like old Mensheviks Them dreaded bourgeois forced into more reforms But that's their working class chloroform ...No time to Occupy Wall Street I'd rather Alexandria Kollontai Wall Street Peasant revolutionary, Sergei Semenov Wet blanket rappers still tryna clean the semen off ... My flow blows up a load of cops Most you toffs know that you'll go like the Romanovs Oh my god I decree "Fuck Buckingham Palace" IED stuck under the carriage Ducking the damage, and stabbing the tyrants Fucking 'em Savage, with Jacobin violence No Double-0 7 though, I haven't the license State apparatus under Stalinist guidance [Hook] BOB SAVAGE/JENRE: Enter a nation, of gentrification We can't afford to live in our present location Rich kids treat this like a pleasant vacation But one of these days, these peasants'll chase 'em Your bars just aren't strong, but we flow nang and gruesome Then start to harp on, like we're Joanna Newsom Irritating voice, the accent's Bristolian Living in a country that's acting dystopian ... Britannia Rule The Waves Raped the natives and traded slaves Now they question anarchist ways to behave? Put your bracelets away and racial hatred at bay, mate ACAB, take it away Kush Zombies rise on the 28th Day We don't give a fuck what you many fakes say Ip Man style, make plenty men flay Rate AK Press Hate late pay cheques Kush Zombie appetite, crave brains and flesh Slay vampiric parasites, stake they chest Damn sick of Thatcherites, break they necks Demanding a fatter slice Stabbed with a dagger like That's what these rapper types may face next But we stand with the masses like Chanting for Palestine Stamping the fascist-right spray paint red Then we ate they flesh, while the pricks still squabblin' Kush Zombies starve while the rich still goblin Fed like a gremlin The feds are all trembling, remembering QELD see red like the Kremlin ...And they'll see dead men avenging the welfare for ending the wealth they're depending So while you're defending the rich pricks' gambling The workers shirk on a quick trip rambling!

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Peace, love and violent social upheaval. Thanks to everyone who's ever listened to us, put us on a bill, invited us to their city, let us crash at their yard, told a friend about us, given us a drunken compliment after a set, bought a t-shirt, played us on their radio show, reposted our videos online, passed us a joint, or just shown us love and solidarity. The list is too long and our memories are too shot to remember you all, but we can't thank you enough.

Shouts: Drowning Dog & Malatesta (DDM), Lotte Bagpipe, Jen Fox, Hugh Heath & Jasmine <3. James Crust, Matt Pidala, Jamie Edgell, Durston Fletcher, Dick Gherkin, anna k, Mark Oshana, Lele, all our families who've helped.

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released March 12, 2016

JENRE // J BEATS // DUTTY DURRUTI // JOHNNY KUSHSACK
Bars | Beats | Executive Producer

BOB SAVAGE // BOGART BOB // BOBBY STALIN // SERGEI NECHAYEV
Bars | Direction | Co-Producer

DROWNING DOG
Bars on 'This is the Moment'

DJ MALATESTA
Cuts on 'This is the Moment'

LOTTE BAGPIPE
Vocals on 'The Ramblers'




Recorded and mixed between 2010 and 2015 in Bristol, England.
Mastered at Audible Oddities in Oakland, California.
Artwork by Louie Maryon, tags by Dotcom, album layout by Matt Pidala.

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QELD Bristol

QELD are Bob Savage (MC) and Jenre (MC/producer), an anarcho hip-hop duo from Bristol, UK. They have been making music and performing together since 2007.

QELD released their debut album Kush Zombies in early 2016.

Soulful, golden-era, boom-bap beats. Words from anarchist-communists who don't take themselves that seriously.

Class war for your dancefloor.
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