Wind blowin, watchin traffic, sittin at the bus stop
Hoodie up, flowin, and listenin to hip hop
takin root and growin is a feelin that won’t stop
wanna be blowin up we better make this pop
Soon, so we got to make moves like now
Stepping to the stage make the people say “wow”
blowin up the mic, so ya feelin my style
I know I’m gonna make it ya’ll, the question is how
the answer is easy, the method is methodical
shit is so simple that’s it’s almost comical
Break it down to steps to overcome obstacles
one at a time, it’s only logical
the barriers we face are our own creations
but like chariots racin we can get around ‘em
stepping up the game with real innovation
the keepers of the flame and we came to get some
1, 2, 3, 4….
walk the block, check the scene
drop off my rent check and the it's obscene
ya’ll know what I mean - this earth is our birth right
take power back, you could call this a turf fight
my words might stun, surprise, confuse
or they might entertain, enlighten, amuse
I don’ really know, I just speak my mind
Looking for the truth but it’s hard to find
Writin’ rhymes is my curse and salvation
It’s love and rage, birth and devastation
And I just can’t stop, my mind’s aflame
Looking for a way out this no-win game
and it ain’t difficult once ya comprehend it
anything is possible, we are not descended
from cowards - we can do it if we try
freedom is the one thing money can’t buy
1 - break it down into steps, ya’ll it’s easy
2 – work the plan, it’s the only way to be free
3 - each victory builds on the last and
4 – stay focused and grow with passion
call me wolfe tone 2008 – upgraded
like Connolly, callin the shots, stay updated
on the enemies movements, troop distribution
this right here is Rebel Music - the soul of revolution
The new celtic sound, we carry the flame
They call us Beltaine’s Fire, recognize the name
This is anti-colonial, anti-imperial
antidote to a culture that produces serial
Killers, and puts them in office
antithesis of a world run by bosses
so if you love the police, then just shut your mouth
And everybody else – c’mon ’n make some noise
It’s the end of the road for fake gangster pop
So if you’re sick of the silliness it’s time to rejoice
‘swhy we’re bringin the realness, to take ya’ll higher
Burnin through the lies with Beltaine’s fire
