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MC PEP, Krantinaari, Prabhu. neigh beat pe!
Yeah! Yeah!
Stand up for the revolution, haath uthaake, yeah yeah!
Pratika verse:
Anywhere in the world, this ethnic hate I see
Because it’s my skin colour, I lack superiority
Mind your mouth, boy, things are gonna get rash
Your connotation in this situation makes you trash!
You make mistakes and act like you’re a Raja
Picking up people on the streets calling ‘em Ali Babas
You put guns in the hands of the innocent
You don’t trust a man because he looks different
Here we’r not maintaining cash, but caste machines
We’r no lesser than the rest of the world, you know what I mean
You find people here saying, «Ey! Ey Kaliya!»
Aur baithe baithe dete hai majdooron ko gaaliyan
Folks say ‘Send them back, they don’t belong'
You’re here, blaming blameless men, no dignity in labour
Even when they don’t retaliate, you say ‘attack!'
And the pendulum always swings in the privileged man’s favour.
I’m tired of spending bar after bar on hate
But this one’s a constant reminder of an outstanding debate
Racism and ethnophaulisms got no rightful place
There’s no world full of love, and our humanity’s at stake!