18 - Alone - Reveal, Doc Brown (prod by DJ Snips)

19 - Snake Pit - Reveal, Therapist

23 - Renegade Dub - Reveal

28 - Thank U F U - Reveal, Tony D, Doc Brown, Therapist, Stylah

01 - What Estate R U From - Reveal (prod by Harry Love)

02 - The Official Prince of Persia - Reveal (prod by Mahdyar Aghajani)

03 - Shotta Music - Reveal (prod by Nutty P)

04 - Long Time Remix - Reveal, Doc Brown, Lowkey (prod by DJ Snips)

06 - What Estate R U From Remix - Reveal, Malik MD7, Kyza, Karizma,(Harry Love Roadrage Remix)

07 - Welcome 2 the UK (Jamrock Dub) - Reveal

08 - True Revelations - Reveal (prod by Chemo)

09 - Rumours Remix - Reveal, Tef-Co, Tony D, Stylah

10 - 10 Pound Bag Pt 2 - Reveal, Doc Brown (prod by Louis Slippaz)

12 - Mics for Life - Reveal, Manage, Syanyde, CLG (prod by Chemo)

13 - Poppin Thangs Dub - Reveal, Lowkey

14 - Open Your Eyes - Reveal, Manage, Aina (prod by Chemo)

15 - Where Do You Go - Reveal, Lowkey

11 - Brass Knuckles -  Reveal ,Rising Son, Young Zee & Pacewon of Outsidaz (prod by Harry Love)

16 - Dideh & Del - Reveal, Hichkas (prod by Mahdyar Aghajani)

CHECK OUT THE VIDEO HERE:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsEuIKW0B3k


LYRICS: 
Verse1:
In the morning I wipe the sleep from my eye/
Takes a second to clear my head,(Why?)  'cos I always dream of people who've died/
I don't shake the feeling, I keep it inside, thats how I keep them alive/
I let it feed me and breathe through my rhymes/
Realism keeps telling me/
That I was meant to walk alone, from the day I was born to the day they bury me/
But realisms my remedy/
So I smile, rub sunshine on my face and look to the day ahead of me/
I started life as a star in the sky/
From a spark in my father's eye and I'll shine till the afterlife/
So many questions still unanswered in life/
And each is answered with why/
Why he departed at the darkest of times?/
Wait a minute, I only been awake for a minute/
And maybe this is all a dream, one day I'll wake in a clinic/
Wouldn't surprise me, life is like a fake little gimmick/
People go from being your friends to being faces who visit/
Remember when we were younger together we held the spot down?/
You grew onwards and upwards, you no longer on the block now/
I'd never be mad at your progress/
But it's kind of like I'm still in the grimy side of life and you don't even notice/
Maybe I'm getting too deep, getting caught in emotions/
It's just the Persian blood in me, I came from over the oceans/
True believer in unity, I am my brothers keeper/
Whether they drug dealers, thieves or underachievers/
Where you see drugs, street thugs and robberies/
I see a bunch of children the system couldnt teach properly/
It's all about pespective, you need to learn to see properly/
Before accusing kids of not learning to speak properly/
My lifes been an attempt to gain wisdom/
So I've been patient and listened/
From words of ancients to my mates that are in prison/
Certain people will read a page of Religion/
Misunderstand it, then do the Devil's work and claim they maintaining tradition/
They failed to listen to the instinct that's in them/
Ended up sinning, and they got the nerve to tell me that I'm fake 'cos I'm spitting/
I refuse to play the game I was given/
I chose a way that was different/
And thats reflected in the way that I'm living/
From tower block to council estate, council estate to prison/
Accumalated some strange ways of thinking/
I figure, I'm a secret unto myself, the obvious is for others/
So when I think of Heaven I don't look to the stars above us/
I do this for missing sisters, fathers, mothers and brothers/
And all the others amongst us who lost somone who loved us/
I know I said some raw things on 'Warning'/
But I'm not sure if I meant them, understand it's all part of my mourning/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block and stay high, eyes of a snake I never blink, never cry/

Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/


Verse 2:
Lately I wake from sleep in the night/
Lady by my side like baby try get back to sleep it's alright/
But lately I find I'm sleepless at nights/
I get this feeling inside/
'Cos in my dreams I speak with people who've died/
And theres answers to certain secrets that lie/
Forever buried under the ground, it's too deep to percieve with your eyes/
That why I learnt to see with my mind/
Opened my third eye and read the signs in life I frequently find/
Maybe I went too deep with this rhyme/
But I'm just speaking my mind/
Ain't feeling the vibe, you need to rewind/
I represent street philosophers who aim to defeat the obvious/
Really it's not a lyric but more like a stream of conciousness/
Living off instinct, that's a thing they don't teach in colleges/
Situations in life make you see just how deep your knowledge is/
I emmanate peace from my aura/
Same time I know the street, so I also keep a piece and a bourer/
Thinking when did it come to this? Has it come to this/
Younger kids, playing with guns and clips/
Maybe the High Grade makes me think too much/
Or maybe the rest of the world simply ain't thinking enough/
Fam, I got a lot on my mind/
I hit the block n stay high/
Eyes of a snake, I never blink, never cry/

Hook:
I hit the block high, got a lot on my mind/
Got the eyes of a snake, I never blink never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
Hit the block high, make the song cry, I/
Got the eyes of a snake, never blink, never cry/
I lived a real life, you can feel it when I rhyme/
These are real times, you can see it in the rhymes/
 
LYRICS: REVEAL 2011 
 


A lyric I wrote over the instrumental for "Never Blink" by the Jacka, I'm releasing it as a prelude to my solo EP '7 Shades' set to drop soon..

Reveal - Neva Blink (Never Blink Dub)

Welcome to 7 Shades, hope you listening/
So much to say, such little time to fit it in/
King its been a minute since I been in this spitting ting/
I never dismissed this thing, fact is I kinda missed this thing/
And nah, I aint't trying to diss this ting/
But so many nitwits in this thing I stay Alone on a distant ting/
I gave you Warning, you can come try me/
Royalty like Malika, West London's where you'll find me/
Whether I pass in my sleep or die a violent death/
I never stress (Why?) I apply the Science of Breath/
Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom / 
I rep change like seven days/
My team divide the cheese up like slicing knives through a pizza/
But way beyond razor sharp I’m a diamond kinda geezer/
Rhyme so fly that I have to apply for visas/
Your rhymes are so dry it’s Vaseline you apply ‘cos your lips have creased up/
Poisonous is an anamorphic creature/
Lately a lot of people debating exactly who Double P are/
Poisonous is a level, you can’t reach us/
I don’t mean to be harsh, lemme just break it down with these three bars/
Like games on display I’m not to be play with/
Think I bit Tony’s rhymes ‘cos every bar I spitted was Dangerous/
I took a break from the game but now I came back to claim it/
In my absence, I apologize for the lack of flavour/
Lack of imagination and overabundant fakeness/
While I was gone you suffered through some bait shit/
I come to put a stop to your suffering like Buddishm’s Eight Stages/
And show you what Seven Shades is/

Seven Shades:
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival
Freedom / 
I rep change like seven days/ ( x2 )

Coloured my world in Seven Shades/
To show you all the madness littered in my brain/
Clinically insane/
I can feel it in my veins/

What’s the conclusion?/
Is it all an Illusion?/
Are there really Seven Shades?/
Or is it all my confusion?/


Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani:
Lyrics : Reveal





7ntro

Verse 1:
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/

CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/

Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/

E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)

CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/


Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani



Alone

West London post code, E Road my local/
Stone cold, blow ‘Dro on road, fuck Po-Po/
Ain’t nothing they can tell us in our zones bro/
‘Cos from the paint on the pavements/
To estate railings we own road/
Fuck the Metropolitan police/
Fuck every single undercover and every officer on the beat/
Always watch me when I’m bopping on the street/
But the streets are our property/
So we tell the feds that THEY lack authority/
It’s not just me fam, my whole zones the same/
From Lisson Green to E Road/
We know the game/
Like we wrote it/
Street author, Poisonous Poet/
Go against the West and end up in the canal where the boats is/
I really ain’t trying to boast or promote this/
‘But I spit reality, so it’s best that you know that this ain’t just show biz/
West London full of hood dwellers/
Middle-East mafia, White gangsters and Black Goodfellas/
Me, I’m Gully and Irani/
But I’m having talks with next man to expand to a Gully Army/
And I ain’t quitting ‘til the ends say/
Revs held it up for West, like the bridge under the Westway/

Chorus:
Yeah, it’s just a West London street thing/
Yeah, it’s a Gully and Irani thing/
Yeah, these streets keep me breathing/
West London’s where I’m from/
And I’m not leaving
( x 2 )

Verse 2:
So what’s the moral of the story/
Heard you sent bredders to bottle and bore me/
But I survived with nothing more than four scuffed knuckles and torn jeans/
Ready for war? You’re not ready for war G/
Trust me, Iprobably been through more Fuckery than you when I was Fourteen/
Certain bredders can;t hack it when there’s static on their radar/
Me I don’t panic, I just remain calm/
Keep my eyes open, I know exactly where the snakes are/
Keep my mind focused, I know exactly who the fakes are/
Certain man don’t know how deep it is/
And roll with no allegiances/
But I can smell the beef as if the meat was fresh/
I know exactly where I stand and exactly who my peoples is/
Airtight like shrink wrapped plastic, thats how we keep the shit/
Now peep the shit, your click lack leadership/
A bunch of pricks talking that click clack heater shit/
‘Til they seen what them big bad heaters did/
Shit fam , you changed your feelings quick, recognize who you dealing with/
Gully army is something different/
We represent the third world living in Britain/
Not trying to fit in/
We Irani, Iraqi, Maghrebi, Messri and Lobnany/
Felestiny, Somali, Nigerian, Kurdistani/
Eritrean, Albani, Bengali and Pakistani/
I plot with a couple Cockneys and spar with a couple Yardies/
We bringing a hundred armed teens/
We bringing a Gully Army/

Chorus

Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mr. Skitzo

 


West London

Verse 1:
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Ready for anything that comes before me/
This is a Warning, I shed my last tears mourning for 4 week/
Restless nights, stress was on my mind, couldn't afford sleep/
Like a soldier born in a war, but that's another story/
I thought that I'd moved on, didn't kill me, I grew strong/
But looking back and thinking on it, maybe I grew wrong?/
Always taught me to do right, never taught me to do wrong/
So how the Hell I end up with this fucked up shit that I'm on?
No excuses for my movements, I do me 'til I'm proved wrong/
Spilling my heart over looped songs/
This is my reality, this is whats left when the tunes gone/
Maybe its too late, maybe I'm too gone.../

Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/

Verse 2:
I remember thinking I wish it was different/
But it is what it is and I'm not the type for sitting and bitching/
I've studied different religions and spoke to killers with wisdom/
One thing that I've learnt is that life is a contradiction/
Certain times I feel destructive, like on the real Fuck this/
Carry cutlass for those stepping in my circumference/
Thinking how can I overcome this?/
Blood lust gives me a head rush and I end up doing some dumb shit/
And that's not how I was raised, I'm ashamed of that kind of rage/
Now I'm trying to find a way and I pray that my life will change/
I swear on my Father's grave that I WILL find a way/
Living in the darkness, it's hard to distinguish the night from day/
My Pops is dead now, nothings gonna change that/
I stay sharp, keep my guns loaded and stay strapped/
Spreading negative energy's never the best of me/
But I'm feeling mentally scarred and in desperate need of a remedy/

Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/

Verse 3:
I ain't stupid I know the outcome of the story/
I'll probably die alone, on the side of the road in a way that's gory/
Pushed my loved ones away so that no one is left to mourn me/
Still remember I reached out, all they did was ignore me/
F*ck it that's how my destiny was meant to be/
Born alone, die alone, from the first breath to the death of me/
The first step to my remedy?/
I wrestled the conscience that never lets me sleep/
I won't rest in peace 'til I Rest In Peace/
It's kinda ironic, I spent my life acquiring knowledge/
But it's likely I won't feel right without a knife in my pocket/
It's wrong and I need to stop it, inspired by the life of the Prophet/
I find solace when I study His Knowledge/
And it maybe just be my saving grace/
I stayed awake for 80 days, studying Sufi scriptures thinking on ancient ways/
Realized my brain is a maze/
So I made a blade of faith and chopped them walls down like paper mache/



Chorus:
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
My Pops dead now it's too late to warn me/
It's too late, it's too late, too late to warn me/
Too late to warn me, too late to warn me/
And I still remember everything he taught me/
(Who?) My Pops, but now he's dead and now its too late to warn me/
So until the day when Allah calls me/
I don't need no love, don't need no hugs, don't need nobody to support me/
Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani


Warning

It happened once upon a dream but it's still as real as it seems/
Let me set the scene about this pretty little teen/
Went by the name Malika, I met her in my teens/
Attended the same same school, I knew her from Fifteen/
I developed a crush, but it was never love/
We exchanged hugs and kisses, but never fucked/
Realized it wasn’t us, so it never ended in tears/
Still kept in touch, and after several years/
She settled down with this bredder, I used to see them in the zones/
I thought he was a wasteman, but fuck it, each to their own/
‘Cos Malika says she’s happy, and that’s something that I’m glad to see/
But slowly and gradually, the whole dream became a tragedy/
The first year passed happily/
Things started to change when her man started saying he wants a family/
At first she had doubts, Malika wasn’t sure/
But Malikas in love, she let him go up in her, raw/
(Nothing happened) Certain things are destiny/
and other things were never meant to be/
Case in point, Malika’s pregnancy/
No mattter how hard they tried, the test still showed white/
Her man took it personal, like a blow to his pride/
Told Malika “You must be rotten inside/
And even if we did conceive a baby it’d probably die”/
Malika started to cry, said she wants to run away/
And that was the first time that he punched her in the face/

Chorus:

Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ 
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/

Verse 2:
I still remember Malika as that pretty little teen/
Eyes deeper than philosophy, Olive skin that gleamed/
If you seen her recently, she’s looking like a fiend/
And the ironic thing is that Mailika means ‘Queen’/
But her man don’t understand that, he treats her like a slave blood/
Look closer you’ll see bruises benath the makeup/
She ain’t the same girl, I knew at 16/
Look deep into her eyes, shes living in a sick dream/
Losing her mental health, plus her respect for herself/
Within her own home, she’s living in her own hell/
Feels like shes enslaved, and her other half’s the jailer/
So now she looks for love in the arms of strangers/
She met a guy at work, he was a shoulder to cry on/
Things soon progressed and they found a sofa to lie on/
A few months passed, now there’s fear in her brain/
‘Cos for the first time, her period never came/
The size of her mans ego meant he couldn’t see the truth/
It was really HIS seed that wouldn’t let them breed a youth/
And now shes finally pregnant, but her mans not the father/
She can’t tell him the truth, (Why?) scared of the drama/
Ran to her Mother’s house, thought she would understand/
But her mothers disgusted she was with another man/
Called Mailika a ho, said she’s on her own/
Packed a bag full of clothes and told her that she should go/
And now Mailika’s on the road../


Chorus:

Lost Ones, Lost Ones/ 
Yeah, we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
In the hood we call ‘em Lost Ones/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/
Everybody’s Lost One/
Lost Ones, Lost Ones/

Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again
Wondering what coulda been/
Shoulda been, woulda been/
I never saw her in the hood again

Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani



 



Melika (Lost Ones)

I’m like a Black Hole singularity/
I exist in a field of reversed polarity/
Me and Mahdyar, snatch the stars/
Grab the seeds of the Galaxy and trap them in the beat/
Like intergalactic thieves, please comprehend/
Knowledge is superficial/
What you do with wisdom accumulated by you is the true issue/
Individuals shoot pistols/
Governments enlist the help of officials to choose the latest Cruise Missile/
But what’s the latest news issue?/
Deluded truth they give you, sometimes it’s just too much shit to sift through/
In Uni some lectures were hard to sit through/
You sit and then it hits you/
I wonder, how do they know if this shits true?/
Consider this, the inner minds vision is limitless/
Point to your brain, could you explain everything that exists in this?/
So fuck fake debating and chatting shit/
Ain’t nothing there to be gained from a vain clash of wits/
If your objective is truth, if you can handle this/
Then we can build infinity like we were stacking bricks/
But what you do is, you preach without teaching/
Leading people astray/
Your egos in the way, you don’t even see your face/
Instead you choose to mask your face like I did in my darker days/
And therein you mark your fate, ‘cos your heart is fake/
But if you learnt o master change/
Then we can build Infinity and even reach the stars in space/

CHORUS:
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/ 
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) every breath that I let out I vent stress out/
Press my chest down and compress the rest of my breath out/
(Hold) for four heartbeats and then let go/
(Inhale) Every breath that I take in’s a meditation/
Head and chest straight keep inhaling for eight paces/ 
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
(Exhale) Gently through your nose, steady and slow/
Keep breathing eight paces just letting it go/
(Hold) For four heartbeats and then let go/
Reveal your true face and just let go/
And that’s the Science of Breath/
Bredders thought that I just repped road/


Verse 2:
The Hoods gonna say that I’m spaced out/
But the universe is made of molecules like we are/
So technically we’re in space now/
Are you able to see that?/
Or are you one of the peeps that’ll say “Yeah CD’s banging but skip the deep track”?/
And to me it’s been baffling how certain man will think/
That they’ll be saved from their sins by wearing God’s name on a talisman/
True Religion not superstition/
Orthoproxy not orthodoxy,  that’s something I learnt from Sufism/
I met men who gathered jewels of wisdom/
Unless you apply them in your life, there’s nothing useful in ‘em/
Learn to use your intuition, and truly glisten/
Learn to breath to the beat of your own rhythm/
I speak to my Father in dreams, see my Father’s deceased/
And every time I think about it, it’s like a part of me bleeds/
He departed from me, grew into something larger than we/
Like raindrops that fell down and became parts of the Sea/
So in a way there is Eternal life/
Because the imprint of his souls what I internalized/
And in effect I reflected through my internal eyes/
And realized he didn’t die, he just returned to life/
Kinda like, flowers blooming and oceans moving/
Mountains move with their own music/
We just don’t hear it ‘cos we’re human/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/
Every cell has it’s own wisdom/
I learnt to breathe right, and then beat in time to my own rhythm/


In order to see life you gotta dream right/
But in order to dream right you gotta sleep right/
But in order to sleep right you gotta breathe right/
So learn to breathe right and then you’ll see life.../

And that’s the Science of Breath...


Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar Aghajani








 


Science of Breath

I hit them with a few flows/
And spit them at a few shows/
My shit’s peng and you know/
That sniff that? Need a new nose!/
These MCs need new flows/
These old ones sound lame to me/
Plain to see/
The Rap game’s turning basic like A, B, C/
Lately these fake MCs/
Blatently hate on me/
‘Cos I bring a little change to the game/
Something they afraid to see/
Why you screwing me bruv?/
I’m just doing me/
Reason you hate me so much?/
You wish you was me!/
Let me give the truth straight to you youths/
You couldn’t last a single day in my shoes/
Couldn’t even start lacing the boots/
Living everything I say on my tune/
You can check on my estate for the proof/
Blatently truth, laced in my tune/
Aim and I shoot, blaze at your troops/
Making them dudes strangers to you/
I let go with next flows, my rhymes blow back mountains/
You’re just a bunch of gay cowboys kinda like Brokeback Mountain/
I wrote raps astounding, so surrender/
‘Cos my 360 flow got your whole track surrounded/


(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival 
Freedom
( x 2)

Verse 2:

I get high when I ride the Mic/
‘Cos I write with live dynamite/
Lightning strikes every rhyme i write/
Shine so bright that I blind your sight/
Stop fronting like your trying to fight/
You a spineless vagina type /
I make sure what I write is tight/
And too complex to try to bite/
Can’t follow my drum pattern/
My tongue shatters, any one of your dumb rappers/
Get unravelled, baffled and run backwards/
the fact is you can’t match this/
You average and lack practice/
I was born to do this rap shit/
Stash raps like cash in my mattress/
Black lips from my hash spliffs/
If you really wanna battle we can clash quick/
Smack kids with my fat fists, no time for you wack pricks/
Double P gorillas in this rap shit/
Hardcore, you won’t see me on no smash hits/
See me with them crack kids/
My impact tips back your axis/
You thought this was just some rap shit?/
Times up, think, would you really put your life up/
Knife in your right gut, sliced, upright, blood spilling on your white rug?/
You never lived your life thug/
My style buck wild like killers with no name/
Move slicker than killers with no name/
All you see is a shimmer and gold flame/
And feel flows filling your whole frame/

(I am) Seven Shades
Darkness
Infinity
Terror
Change
Truth
Survival 
Freedom
(x 2 )


Lyrics: Reveal
Beat: Mahdyar





Seven Shade7

Banging Remix of my "Alone" track from my Seven Shades EP by my boy Nutty P of Stinkahbell.. 

LYRICS:

Verse 1:
Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/
Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/
We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/
Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/
What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/
We can even swing it over old beef/
Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/
Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/
Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/
But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/
The get money version, my breddas put the work in/
Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/
‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/
Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/
I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/
That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/
anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/
Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/
Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/
And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/
Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/
Who invested their own dough and now they own land/
Bu these youngers done messed up the program/
‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/
Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/
Until the feds done invested in phone taps/
Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/
Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/
I represent life on the front line/
Never been one that’d run from thug life/
Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/
Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/
And I rep those dealing with a tough time/
Living in the drug grind/
Trying to get by in the tough climb/
On the rise like guncrime/
Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/
Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/
With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/
Blood, I never acted like a hater/
I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/
I represent those with a real life/
‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/
Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/
alone on the road on my own but it feels right/
Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/
West London get dough from the get go/
Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/
Step, get your severed head sent home/
Really it’s a bit disturbing/
I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/
And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/
It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/
Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/
Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/
I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/
I am the One like Roman numerals/

CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/

Verse 2:
Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/
Back on the road again/
Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/
Every two seconds on the phone again/
‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/
Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/
They will start closing in/
No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/
Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/
Flows are officially an Opiate/
Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/
Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/
A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/
Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/
This is my life, that’s how I write it/
Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/
Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/
Strike with preciseness/
Venom with a light twist/
You never met a bredder like this/
See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/
But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/
So whenever I spit flows/
You're gonna get your mind ripped/
Plus get your spine split/
( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/
Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/
Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/
( Mehrak Aroom!)
Nah, fuck it I don't want to/
Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/
You could bring a Ton through/
That'd get bunned too/
Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/
Yeah, that was wonderfull/
Bruv, much love to you/
Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/
But, let me get back to the program/
Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/
Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/
What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/
Boss of my own P/
Nobody owns me/
Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/
Misunderstood, always get funny looks/
Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/
I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/
A contradiction, my diction is London hood/
But Iran is where I Come from, look/
Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/
Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/
Alone but feel home in several places/
Life is a progression of stages/
From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/
To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/
I’ll always be me but with several faces/

E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/
Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/
(x 4)

CHORUS:
I’m Alone all on my own/
That’s how I roll on the road/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
I ain’t lonely/
I’m Alone all on my own/
Me versus the globe/
Don’t worry I’ll be ok/
Babes you know me/

Reveal - Alone (Bakery Blunt Smoke Remix) DIRTY EDIT

Banging Remix of my "Alone" track from my Seven Shades EP by my boy Nutty P of Stinkahbell.. 

Reveal - Alone (Bakery Blunt Smoke Remix) CLEAN RADIO EDIT

Quick preview of what I got coming! ;) Happy Jubilee Lizzy! 
Nutty P on Production!!

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