[Intro] Gospel Slap... [Melodic Build-Up, Spoken, Calm Tone] Non-Believers & Enemies of the faith.... T.Y.S.O.N [Dj Scratching] "Don't Ramp Wit' Me!" "Let It Go!" [VERSE 1] Came off the boat like Joseph in famine, Dream in my coat while the cold still grab him, Sun in the blood but the frost in the land, Yard in my lungs, Brum grit in my hand, Factories hiring like Pharaoh’s choir, “Build me a kingdom, then die when you’re tired,” “No Blacks, No Dogs,” but Psalms in the rain, Council flat prophets with crowns in their pain, Babylon bricks but we walk through seas, Red Sea reflection in police blue lights, Turntable Moses with vinyl staff, Split them beats so the youth find path, Handsworth nights with a lion’s prayer, Bassline louder than racist stares, They tried to bury us under the street, Didn’t know seeds still grow through concrete. [HOOK] From yard to Brum, from pain to throne, We wrote survival in flesh and bone, They tried to chain us in concrete mines, But hip hop fed us — manna and rhymes, Cold in the land but the faith still shine, Lion in winter, crown in mind, Culture my ark when the floodlines rise, Word is the weapon — world is mine. [Dj Scratching] "Don't Ramp Wit' Me!" [VERSE 2] Dad on nights, Mum praying in steam, Bible on table with Caribbean dreams, “Train up a child,” but the road said “prove,” Empire teach lies then call it the truth, History clean like Pilate’s hands, While blood still dries on the empire’s plans, Judas in Parliament selling out blocks, Thirty silver coins in council box, But the ends made hymns from broken boys, Choir in trainers, no church, just noise, Graffiti wrote scripture on boarded walls, “Let my people go” in aerosol Psalms, Breakdance fought every demon in flats, Devil wore uniform stopping the blacks, David with a mic and a pocket full of stone, Small Heath slingshot at England’s throne. [HOOK] From yard to Brum, from pain to throne, We wrote survival in flesh and bone, They tried to chain us in concrete mines, But hip hop fed us — manna and rhymes, Cold in the land but the faith still shine, Lion in winter, crown in mind, Culture my ark when the floodlines rise, Word is the weapon — world is mine. [Dj Scratching] "Don't Ramp Wit' Me!" [VERSE 3] Now my tongue talk scripture in Brummie slang, Daniel in the den with a sound system plan, Estate full of wolves but the lamb still speak, Mic in my palm like a shepherd’s crook, From reggae Psalms to boom-bap praise, Same war drum in a colder age, No knife chat, just Solomon codes, Wisdom over war, that’s how man roll, Youth need Joseph, not just trap kings, Dreams in a cell still shatter chains, Caribbean roots in Midlands mud, Cross on the chest, bass in the blood, Hip hop the ark in a flood of lies, Saved bare lives they planned to discard, From Zion yard to council nights, Still walking water on Birmingham ice. [HOOK] From yard to Brum, from pain to throne, We wrote survival in flesh and bone, They tried to chain us in concrete mines, But hip hop fed us — manna and rhymes, Cold in the land but the faith still shine, Lion in winter, crown in mind, Culture my ark when the floodlines rise, Word is the weapon — world is mine. [Outro] [Fade Out] T.Y.S.O.N [Dj Scratching] "Don't Ramp Wit' Me!" [END]
