An Indo-German collaboration with production by the talented DJ BC from Germany and the lyrics and vocals by A-List from India.
 This track is a quick freestyle  in response to Vedanta trying to salvage it's reputation by sponsoring "Celebrate The Girl Child" after attempting to exploit the tribal community in Odhisa for the Niyamgiri Hills. Actually, the Vedanta rep came to the studio and kidnapped A-List and recorded this freestyle as a message to everyone. Enjoy!

We are Vedanta, everywhere that we go,
Faking Happiness, you know how we roll,
We are Vedanta, everywhere that we go,
Faking Happiness, you know how we roll,
That's right, this is the Vedanta anthem,
All the corporate greedy people chant them,
That's right, this the Vedanta anthem,
All the corporate greedy people anthem,
That's right, let's go ahead and do this,
We thought we'd put our corporate greed to some music,
And tell you exactly where we come from,
Come on man, this is not a protest, this not a dumb song,
You see we kidnapped A-List, he's in the back,
So Vedanta rep could come here and rap,
And tell you the truth,
That is the youth,
That needs to understand this is so much more than booth,
SO,
Listen to this, let the world know,
Matter of fact, for the girls though,
Let's really talk about 'coz the world dies,
When we build a mine, but we do the girl child,
We do a program for them on NDTV,
And now look, all these emcees be free,
But they never really talk about what we do,
"Coz corporate sponsorship taken, BOOM!
Now what you gonna do, what you gonna say,
'Coz we do this like every single day,
Exploiting poor people like it is fun,
Actually it is when that shit has done

This is Vedanta and this is our anthem,
All the corporate greedy people chant them,
This is Vedanta and this is our anthem,
All the corporate greedy people chant them

That's right, ain't this a crazy world,
We are evil but we got Desi Girl,
That's right, we got Priyanka Chopra to endorse us,
Now we got all kinds of endorsements,
All sorts of people saying that it's cool,
What they did in the past, but they sent kids to school,
But hear the truth, we didn't send anyone though,
That's right, and that's how we get through the flow,
That's right, yo, this is such a crappy fest,
We make an art form out of faking happiness,
And that's us, that's the Vedanta anthem,
All the corporate greedy people chant them,
And yo, you know Niyamgiri's ill,
And we will come back, we will take Niyamgiri Hill,
And all the tribal people who had opposed us,
Come on man, you had proposed us
To be gone, but we will be back,
And when we come, we will come, we will be wrath,
We will buy over the police and the army,
That's right, I'm rich, tell me who'll harm me,

Vedanta Signing Out.

Vedanta Anthem(Produced by DJ BC)

An open letter in rap form to the so-called "revolutionaries" and Marxists who fight one form of oppression but continue to uphold other forms of oppression with their misogyny and homophobia.

An Indo-German collaboration with production by the talented DJ BC from Germany and the lyrics and vocals by A-List from India.

Lyrics:

Maybe your revolution but it isn't mine,
Not till you stand up every single time,
Passion is solution, not obedience,
The revolution will not be at your convenience(X2)

I support gay marriage, he gave me evolutionary shit,
Saying they'll manage, we should not hurry this,
Then he called me counter-revolutionary, shit,
I asked him, "Do you know what counter-revolutionary is?",
Sick, he said he wasn't a homo,
I was like, Cousin, Wait shit, Oh no,
Let me spark this, in slow-mo, probe it,
So you're a Marxist who is homophobic?
Let me factor in this, it is a checklist,
Called Margaret Thatcher a bitch, are you a sexist?
It tends to be appalling, see,
How you abuse her gender for her policies,
You never called George Bush a dog or a dick,
But she's a bitch and a cunt? I'm stopping this shit,
That's balls, here's some clarity for you son,
It's equality for all or equality for none,
Or equality for none,
So listen to me, my son,

Maybe your revolution but it isn't mine,
Not till you stand up every single time,
Passion is solution, not obedience,
The revolution will not be at your convenience(X2)

Open your hearts listen, I put my pen in this vision,
Can't have Marxism without feminism,
Unity is the solution, listen to what I say right,
Fuck a revolution that excludes gay pride,
Or brown pride and tribal pride,
Let the sound rise, whether by rifle's side,
Or peaceful, don't even think it's stupid?
The revolution must be inclusive,
Always elitists who talk of sacrifices,
From where the streets is, but they never sacrifice shit,
Using words with multiple syllables like appropriation,
You tell 'em they are killing for new holy nation,
But you forget in the theory and vast images,
What we all know be your class privilege,
Gotta check 'coz the hate stays limitless,
Tend to forget our straight male privilege,
We live in cities and brush off vast villages,
It's so shitty, our upper caste privilege,
Our upper caste privilege,
So we brush off vast villages,
Children of the rich always quote Marx,
While poor kids get bullet wounds and choke marks

This is Privilege.
Know Your Privilege.
Check Your Privilege.

Not My Revolution( Produced by DJ BC)

March 11th 2011- Fukushima Nuclear Disaster. On the same day 3 years later, we present our anti-nuclear anthem- "Uranium Blues".  

An experimental track fusing hip hop with blues. Produced by Gairik Sarkar with Arinjoy on the electric guitar. Recorded at NotSoAbsolute Studios.

Lyrics-

Many died, more will, look at these hoodlums,
Make a Chernobyl out of Kudunkulum,
These fools can’t see what this might be,
Took one Tsunami in Fukushima Daichi,
Don’t incite me, make me take over the station,
What of Atomic Energy Board Stipulation?
Are they evil or just crazy thugs,
There’s a million people in the radius!
Who can we trust, don’t know what they smoke or drink,
Hear nefarious statements from Manmohan Singh,
About NGO’s with Scandinavian origin,
This indian emcee flows, your cranium rots in,
Uranium Doctrine, engraved on your coffin,
They say that it stays, we say that it’s stopping,
Safety secured? Look at facts and see,
Remember Bhopal Gas Tragedy?
Our people rotted for days, all the torture it’s linked with,
Union Carbide got away, DOW sponsors Olympics
DOW sponsors Olympics

Your nerves hurt, your cranium too,
This right here is Uranium Blues,
Uranium Blues
Uranium Blues

What eludes the state, these fools never see,
Key to be great- renewable energy,
Solar in nature or windmill, it could work,
Need money that’s major into research,
Due to your lack of inspiration in dome,
They suffer acute radiation syndrome,
Who does your voice answer to?
Do you know what Thyroid Cancer do?
Don’t know what PHD’s with Masters are thinking,
Ignore the neurovascular symptoms,
This can’t be the way so act with haste,
They say it’s safe for radioactive waste,
Safe disposal is a joke in corporate sector,
Nobody goes broke, not even inspectors,
When this bar’s done, they’ll claim it’s a lie,
Go to Jharkand, check uranium mines,
Uranium Mines.

Your nerves hurt, your cranium too,
This right here is Uranium Blues,
Uranium Blues
Uranium Blues


Don’t need to cheer Pakistan for sedition arrest,
Take a stand, be calm, their condition is vexed,
Won’t listen or rest, you see it’s bent,
Mission to arrest any and all dissent,
7000 arrested, charged with war on the state,
Not for debate, it’s all very fake,
What connects us is the fear, never free,
The nexus for nuclear energy,
They want to stop the plot, they observe and see,
Got it locked out in Germany,
Two Hundred Thousand on the street, it’s true,
Before movement arouses and speaks to you,
And speaks to me, they want to contain the truth,
So join as we sing Uranium Blues,
From Jaitapur to Tarapur,
Every one of the scars are true,
Same situation, the scars stay deep,
The radiation runs in Thane creek,
Genetic mutation, disease in the mine,
An emcee with a rhyme, what I speak is the crime,
Court disrespects struggle of people,
All for a check, the hustle is evil,
Crappy wordplay, you claim it is great,
Happy Birthday! Here’s uranium cake!
Eat that shit till it stays in your spine,
Now tell me quick if radiation is fine,
If radiation is fine,
Well, is radiation fine?

Your nerves hurt, your cranium too,
This right here is Uranium Blues,
Uranium Blues
Uranium Blues



Uranium Blues Feat. Arinjoy Sarkar (Produced by Gairik Sarkar)

A belated birthday gift to myself. First non-political track in over a year. Just me flexing some rhymes on the Eminem "Rap God" Beat and a bit of freestyling too. This track is just something I wanted to do for myself.

Not A Rap God

This song is dedicated to the Kashmiri Pandits and speaks of the idea of losing your home which is one of the most sacred things in the world.

Lyrics:

They say home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Alone in all the darkness,
Home is where the heart is

Home is where the heart is, but the heart isn't home,
It's a dart in the zone, it feels sharp in the bone,
In your chest, the dagger is in your gut,
You stagger and strut, it doesn't matter, you're fucked,
Your spine shatters, you clutch for any hope to survive,
You gasp as the blood just flows out and slides,
Out your arteries on the ground below,
In the dark you bleed, your soul drowns as you go,
And this is what typically takes place when,
You lose your home, physical displacement,
Socio-economic demise of a community,
You need to be strong to survive, build immunity,
To leave your home behind, create a new life again,
And though you may find, through all the strife and pain,
A new place, can't shake all of the darkness,
That you face, after all home is where the heart is.

They say home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Home is where the heart is,
Where is home if you are heartless,

Alone in all the darkness,
Where is home if you are heartless,
Home is where the heart is,
So the home is the lane,
Where he roamed but the pain of goin home is insane,
Was a time, when they could run free in the streets,
Now it's a crime to even speed up your feet,
Soldiers on alert, the whole city is wild,
Little kids could get hurt,this no place for a child,
Bomb squads come quick, to clear up the blood and the bones,
But Kashmiri Pandits want to go home,
The rivers were pure, now they bleed red everyday,
The arm forces are sure, soon it will be okay,
He doesn't care,he just misses the valley,
Sick and tired of the politics and the rallies,
He cares not for what you have to say,
About the AFSPA, OR Indo-Pak, China or USA,
He doesn't give a fuck anyway,
He just wants a place in the valley, where he belongs,
But Mr. Kaul,your valley is gone.




Home(produced by Animesh Mishra)

Lyrics:

A-Gee:

25000 dead and still the counting is on,
December 2nd of 84 when a baby was born,
Where a mom ends her lullaby and puts her baby to sleep,
Somewhere it never started and no one was left to weep, 
Someone who cared for and somebody who cared,
When methyl isocyanide surrounded the air,
A part of india cried but nobody heard her,
Not just a tragedy somethin more than a murder,
26 years and still the story's untold, 
Media hides the lies that the truth beholds,
But the hands are too small so what can they take?
Truth is much bigger than lies corrupted and fake,
Laws went unresponsive tranqulised on the ass,
Anesthesia was nothing but a bag full of cash,
42 tons of chemicals reached and exploded in air,
Millons made and they couldnt afford the repairs? 
Government said they'd do whatever they can, 
What could they do when zombies were walking the land? 
They knew the number that died,thats what they said,
But the government text says only 8000 were dead,
They deserved justice these 26 years,
Anderson smokes in america so he wouldnt hear,
But the land stands still even though it is cursed
Screamin for justice even now the voices are heard,
And even this song is dead with its impenetrable drills,
But the spirits still alive so they giving you chills,
And still the spirits call and speak through the silence, 
Government tries to supress it they have to be enlightened,
And if you feeling this you better get this in your head, 
If Kasab deserves to die Anderson better be dead, 
Where would the victims go when they need some help?
The government was for the people why does it work for itself?


Jackson (chorus):

Voices dissapeared, 
The sun turned black, 
Bodies burnt to ashes 
Smoke covered the land
Their soul cries to you,
Remember the babies who never saw the light,
Don't live this curse,
Next may be your world don't be surprised,
Next may be you, don't be surprised


A-List:

They say it's unavoidable, such a tragedy,
Let's go ahead, look at the facts and see,
Let me try and state, how the lies is fake,
As I relate, Methyl Iso-Cyanate,
They know exposure to water might create,
A frightful state, 
A runaway reaction,
Look at the case files and dates, 
And then you see this whole game is so wack son,
December '84 was the leak, just a few days hence,
November '84, there was a report for due maintenance,
Safety systems were faulty, they predicted the leak,
So whose fault it be when the shit's in the creek,
You choke to death or have to live as a freak,
The entire zone is wrecked, but they could limit the reach,
Through refigerated tanks, could mitigate the loss,
But Union Carbide refused to take the cost,
They fought a case and lost, they had to pay a fine,
Two years, two thousand dollars for insanest crimes,
It rained acid that day and the clouds had dried,
Because of Union Carbide, twenty five thousand died(X3),
And you claim they were compensated?(x2)
Two grand US compensation, such a tragedy,
One lakh ruppees for each family,
And you ask me where I get my lyrical ammo,
That is not enough to give them a Nano,
Our people rotted for day, the torture it's linked,
Union Carbide got away, Dow sponsors Olympics(X3)


Jackson (chorus):

Voices dissapeared, 
The sun turned black, 
Bodies burnt to ashes 
Smoke covered the land
Their soul cries to you,
Remember the babies who never saw the light,
Don't live this curse,
Next may be your world don't be surprised,
Next may be you, don't be surprised



Background:

Dec. 2nd. 1984 was the tragic day when the negligence of Union Carbide led to the Bhopal gas tragedy, an industrial disaster that killed over 25,000 people and cursed generations to a host of diseases and genetic afflictions.

This is a day we cannot dare forget. So with the vocal talents of rapper Anmol Gawand and the vocals and production of Jackson John joined by yours truly, we bring to you "Bhopal M.I.C", our song to commemorate this day and honour the memories of those affected by this tragedy.

Bhopal M.I.C feat. A-Gee(produced by Jackson John)

A song speaking up for the people of Palestine, especially on the Gaza strip, being mercilessly bombed by the Israeli forces. This is a song aiming to highlight their plight and ask for your solidarity in the international movement for the people of Palestine.

Lyrics:

Whether you pray to Jesus, Krishna,
Or whether you pray to Allah,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,(X2)

Pray For Gaza, not Intifada,
For every mother, every father,
Of each of those 42,
Who saw what Israeli bomb can do,
This may be a song to you,
But I write so I honour who,
Go through all they do,
With strong fortitude,
42 children dead in a week,
Nothing of what I've said is unique,
Facts are for all to see,
They callin' me,
As all they weep on fallen streets,
Still no apology,
From Israel in the mainstream,
Free Palestine, an insane dream,
Still no apology,
From Israel in the mainstream,
Free Palestine, an insane dream,

Whether you pray to Jesus, Krishna,
Or whether you pray to Allah,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,(X2)

Pray For Gaza, Pray For West Bank,
They have best guns and best tanks,
You express angst? They have a solution,
Use the left flank for the revolution,
And the right flank for the civilians,
Military Budget, 15.2 Billion!
Fourth largest military in the world,
Congrats, you killed a six year old girl,
You justify the kids you are shooting,
Anti-semitism is insititution,
That was born in Europe,
With all the bombs that you hold,
With every hollow corpse,
This Israeli Holocaust,
Yes, that's the word then,
You learnt it from the Germans,
What Hitler did to six million,
You do to Palestinians,

Whether you pray to Jesus, Krishna,
Or whether you pray to Allah,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,
Pray For Gaza, Pray For Gaza,(X2)

Pray For Gaza, 
If you would rather,
Pray for the fight to assist,
Palestinian right to exist,
Be informed, and check the right facts,
Even the U.N recognised that,
Palestine is here to stay,
Let us pray for clearer day,
When all the fear's away
And no more tears for they,
Who watch as the night get coldest,
Burnt alive with white phosphorus,
No more hatred, envy too,
Broken homes or empty schools,
No more bombs, no more guns,
No more, let children have fun,
Let people live in peace,
When will this cease,
And I don't mean a ceasefire,
'Coz we be tired,

Pray For Gaza.




A-List-Pray For Gaza(produced by Earthgrime)

Another Mumbai-Kashmir collaboration with lyrics and vocals of A-List (Bombay) and production from Shyn9n (Kashmir). This song is dedicated to the Kabir Kala Manch, a cultural group that has been wrongly charged as naxalites and imprisoned for their protest music.

Lyrics:

Let's get to the point, this is the crunch,
Dedicate this joint to Kabir Kala Manch,
They're poets, they say what the facts are like,
But the state is calling them Naxalites, (X2)

Who is Kabir Kala Manch? You browse in the news,
A group that was formed in 2002,
Of poets and artists who are loud with their views,
A real artist tells the crowd what was true,
The scripts were hard 'coz of reality though,
This shit's bizarre, where did equality go,
There's no quality though, such a tragedy yo,
Could be a parody show what we gladly ignore,
Two dalits are raped and three killed everyday,
Can you relate or even say what it may,
Feel in the state where you deal with the hate,
But the scene is replaced with the cream of the fake,
Upper class Upper caste Privilege,
You say fuck all the past pillages,
But the past images are still in vast villages,
Even in the cities, you see caste still exists,
You think not, but the dream won't last,
Get shot for saying "Jai Bhim Comrade",
You think not, but the dream won't last,
Get shot for saying "Jai Bhim Comrade",

Let's get to the point, this is the crunch,
Dedicate this joint to Kabir Kala Manch,
They're poets, they say what the facts are like,
But the state is calling them Naxalites, (X2)

Just let the flow say what the pen spray,
Arrest Siddharth Bhonsle and Deepak Dengle,
But in the end they know the case is weak,
But the state it seeks to erase the steak,
Of being honest and true, so keep adjusting these,
Dates so they extend the custody,
Forget just or free, these are dark days,
After surrender of Sheetal Sathe,
Six months pregnant, let me hone this story,
Judicial Custody unlike Soni Sori,
Who they sexually abused, there is crazy stress,
For intellectual views, end up with ATS,
Sachin Mali under Anti Terrorist Squad,
So now poets can be terrorists, lord!
Please note there are no charges of violence,
It's a cheap joke, we've largely been silent,
They sing of malnutrition and farmer suicides,
On that Bhagat Singh shit, this is martyr's music right,
The real Bob Dylans, Tupacs of the nation,
While indie scene is just a simulation,
They the real deal, they not what militants be,
Some songs might endorse militancy,
But merely endorsing a view is not a criminal act,
While the losses accrue where the minerals at,
Corporates are robbing the nation blind,
But that's all great, just don't relate their crimes,
To the people, that makes these suckers jump,
That's why they arrested Kabir Kala Manch,

Kabir Kala Manch,
That's why they arrested Kabir Kala Manch,
Put your fist in the air like you gonna punch,
And sing for Kabir Kala Manch,
For Kabir Kala Manch,
Free Kabir Kala Manch,
Free Sheetal Sathe, Deepak Dengle,
Sachin Mali, Siddharth Bhonsle,
Free poets who speak up,
Free Kabir Kala Manch.







Free Kabir Kala Manch (produced by Shyn9n)

I rhyme words on beats. Sometimes in the studio, sometimes on stage.

And I say shit they don't want us to say.

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