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Breaking News . Featuring Kormac. Taken from the album 'Hyperaptive On Higher Ground' (2009). This song is about the surge of knife & gun crime amongst youths in London of the last few years. Knife crime has risen and resulted in numerous deaths year after year, and needs to stop.
The song follows the story of a teenager who is stabbed, taken to hospital, but dies before anything can be done.
All music produced by Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive at Syko Recordz 2009. Underground UK Rapper.
This song is dedicated to the memories of all innocent victims who have lost their lives to knife and gun crime in the U.K.
New song 2009
Lyrics:
Verse 1 (Hyperaptive)
Some days I wish, that just a week would go-by,
Without another death, where no one even knows-why,
A teen's left, not knowing if he will or won't-die,
His last breath, Taken by the road-side,
and even though, the poster's-are-shown,
saying put down the knives, most-of-'em-don't,
They put out little bins where they're supposed-to-be-thrown,
But the deaths, are still getting closer-to-home,
In a city where utes wanna be bad boys,
Followin each other like some sort of mad droids,
Til someone's stabbed and remembered in the tabloids,
Their life taken away over something as-pointelss,
As a mobile phone, or scarier-though,
Is when a teenager walkin' home, barely-a-road,
From his house when he's approached, asked where-is-his-home,
Then stabbed just 'cuase of his fucking area-code,
And the government havn't got a clue,
Not aware of half the shotters or alot of crews,
Pheds'll look for hooded boys and stop a few,
But ultimately they don't know what the fuck to do....
Verse 2 (Kormac)
In this city most do crime and the rest-rap
But you couldn't any find sence on their best-track,
Streets these days, are like a fuckin' death-trap,
We need to see less knives and less-straps,
But the chances, that crime will ever fade,
With each death just becomes more and more vague,
I've even found my self, now at one stage,
For my own protection, carrying a blade,
'Cause it seems like, nothing else will guard-me-or-stop,
Myself becoming a victim and it can't-be-the-cops,
One too many knives have scarred-me-to-drop,
My defences, now a days it's hardly-a-shock,
Every week it's breaking-news,
But why is it that crime is taking-youths,
Especially ones who where just making-moves,
No matter what we do, it keeps breaking-through,
A countries downfall we desperately see,
If you resist, you'll get killed, by your enemies,
'Cause they're roaming the streets, searching for casualties,
Now a teen, death is someone's destiny..
Verse 3: (Hyperaptive)
Soon as Im back in the city it's daily-sirens,
There's never a day to remain-in-silence,
Look on the news and it's mainly-violence,
Blamed on parents who fail-in-guidance,
But people just sit up in their blocks-gettin-worse,
Always thinking of crime and all the glocks-getting-burst,
'Til they themselves become what they first watched-setting-nursery,
Kids bad examples 'cause they reconstruct-in-reverse,
To what you used to do, see where you where just cotchin-submersed,
In the crime around you todays kids watch-and-impers-onate,
But take the hate to the next notch-'til-it-swerves,
Out of control for good now it's got-to-the-verge,
Where this city, is seeming to get colder-every-week,
We shouldn't have to look over our shoulder-every-street,
Just as a mum shouldn't need someone to hold-her-as-she-weeps,
While her son's lifeless body's gettin colder-every-Beep,
'Cause some prick went out with a kitchen knife,
Got retaliated by a victim which-inticed,
Him to stab him through his chest, leave him twitching-life-,
-less, dead 'for the doctors could even stitch him twice,
And as an outsider you may not see the gravity,
'Til it's someone you love and becomes reality,
When you see how this shit needs to change radically,
'Cause they died over a fucked up mentality....
r.i.p 2 all thous killed in '07-09'
jamaicanbadboy1 2 years ago 21
Damn, this almost made me cry.
EmceeGlitch 2 years ago 17