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From the slavering bass-carnivore ‘Slammer,’ to the purple-rain phunk of “Push Up”, and from the off-wall vocals of Reprazent home-girl Onnalee on “Get a Life” to the break-neck toasting of dapper-one Million Dan, “Raw as F**k” plays an exhilarating game of genre hop-scotch. The traditional Freestylers’ sounds on ragga-laced tracks like “Boom Blast” sitting perfectly alongside more poignant moments like the epic “Too Far”.

Push Up

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(with Professor Kuro)

Produced by Les Twins

Summer of Siezah

Porkrinds

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Porkrinds (with Professor Kuro)

Prophet of Doom

Never Lost It

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STREAM / DOWNLOAD ‘Distraction' by Verb T - https://bfan.link/verb-t-distraction

Verb T Continues his Incredible Run on hard-hitting new single ’Distraction’

“Take your brain back from the symphony of madness…”

Something of a part two to previous single ‘Absorbing Imagery’, Verb T returns with ‘Distraction’, a front-footed address of the powers that be and the suffocating stranglehold that grips us as we WATCH, LISTEN AND CONSUME.

Where ‘Absorbing Imagery’ is a little more passive in its observations, ‘Distraction’ plays out like a psychological thriller; Verb T and producer Vic Grimes fighting back against the damaging impact algorithms have on our lives; diminishing our sense of self, our plans, what we find attractive, but most significantly, keeping us in a state of fear.

‘Distraction’ is more than just a call out song however, Verb T describing ways to combat the barrage and staying true to his path as he goes.

🥁 - Produced by Vic Grimes

To Love a Phantom

Distraction

Verb T - Distraction (Prod. Vic Grimes)

Kids in rich zones, born into chrome, But they see the grind — they feel the drone. Parents clock in, clock out, no spark, Dead-eyed dinners, joy gone dark.

They see the stress, the pills, the debt, They see the love, but it’s drowned in sweat. They ask, “Is this life? Is this the prize?” Then pour the drink, roll the lies.

They rebel not for thrill, but to escape the trap, Where dreams get traded for a corporate nap. They see their folks as slaves in suits, So they chase the buzz in pills and flutes.

Then there’s the kids whose parents fell, Not from sin, but from the system’s hell. Too much pressure, too little rope, Now it’s crime, collapse, and dope.

Mum’s on meds, dad’s on the street, Family fractured, no food to eat. They see the grind as a death parade, Where love gets lost and hope decays.

They don’t rebel — they survive the wreck, They learn to hustle, dodge the check. They see the buzz as a ghost in smoke, And wear the trauma like a heavy cloak.

Now zoom out — kids in the global south, No Netflix, no therapy mouth. Twelve-hour shifts, landfill dives, Begging for cans just to stay alive.

No rebellion — just survival mode, Born into chains, never owed. They don’t ask “why” — they ask “how long?” Till the hunger fades or the body’s gone.

Cradle to grave, no soft escape, Just sweat and dust and twisted fate. Makes rich-kid buzzkill look like play, While they bleed for pennies every day.

This ain’t chaos — it’s design. A species trapped in a profit shrine. Culture didn’t evolve — it calcified, Now we worship brands while the planet cries.

TNCs roam like kings in suits, Dodging tax, extracting roots. They don’t wear swastikas — they wear smiles, But their strategies echo fascist files.

Governments nod, pretend to care, But they’re puppets dancing in corporate air. They know the truth, but play the part, While the system tears the world apart.

And we — the species — we play along, Trained to obey, to not ask “wrong.” We call it freedom, call it fate, But it’s just a cage with a golden gate.

We’re intelligent, but we don’t act wise, We build machines while the spirit dies. Our cultures lag, our systems stall, We chase the buzz, but forget the call.

The children see it — they feel the void, They know the game is paranoid. They want a world that makes some sense, Not one that trades their soul for rent.

Children of the Grind

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