Track: Anthem For The North East br Artists: Feyago, Cryptographik Street Poets, Khasi Bloodz, Symphonic Movement, Stunnah Beatz br br Lyrics: br (Chorus) br Home is where I’m at br The Eastside’s my Homeland br Like Clockwork br My fingers are working to the bone br I'm raising my flag br Waving it high br Revolution's coming br Ain't nobody there is ever gonna break us down br This is my life and hiphop is my drive, br Like a Phoenix from the ashes to blue skies we rise br br Welcome to Meghalaya, 101 India, br I'm steady on my grind I got no time for no persona br I'm living the way I wanna, smoking my marijuana, br I got few months left in an institution then I'm gonna br Move towards my revolution, evolution is absolute and here’s evidence, br This smirk on my face versus your reverence, br I judge not through countenance, I'm prominent like Maximus to the Romans, br But these facts are hardly worth named opponents, br Its ominous the way this meliorist’s bombing this beat br I'm calm in the heat, impossible be the notion of defeat, br As a kid, growing up I hardly had shoes on my feet, br But I’ve seen bullet holes on church walls and a body in my street, br Follow me on a journey down memory lane homie, br I grew up around killers throwing parties with heist money, br I don’t mean to promote violence nor provoke some sort of rivalry br So far you’ve heard just a bit of my auto-biography br br Prophet on the mic, you know I rock it like a demigod br My semi-automatic rhythm will end it all br I said it all, homie now it's time to stop and listen br On how we care for shit just by screaming fuck the system br Listen close you'll hear the pain real loud br I'm on that weird shit, love to rip your brain spleen out br Funny how the underground is just too mainstream now br Keep hearing these faint screams when I make these sounds br Yo, now let me spit a little syllable play br I could dribble for days with words, minimal pain br It's critical mayne that I keep my lyrical game br To a point where it's absurd like saying miracle pays br Keep it going but still stuck with petty minimum wage br And everybody too busy chillin' in silicon cage br Nothin’ but a slave, need to see the citizens rage br Need to see the system burned and real criminals chained br br (Chorus) br br I ain't no Casanova, reefer smoker, not a singer, br Always drinkin, never sober, body's aching, need a liver, br But I do not think I freakin’ need somebody to deliver br Me from evil, I'm a sinner!! br I disfigure every rapper in this industry in India, br I don't give a shit you Honey, Brotha who?? Big Deal or Krsna the rapper? br I'm a khasi homie, I don't fuck with all that drama, br I got balls made of fire, homie I spit it till you bleed, br F U and your gimmick artistry, br You ain't in Rap's geography, br Wake up and face reality, br So, quit rhymin’ all that nonsense, br Before I knock you off your conscience, br Then rip off every bit of confidence, off ya mind! br Ko blei nga dei u khrapei map ia nga, br (Dear god I’m a drunk) br Nga la ngop ha ki pop dei lyngba tyngka, br (I am lost in sin all because of this money) br Ha thwei ba shong ki thlen nga ju smat ban jngi, br (in a place where evil lies, I always love to swim) br Nga shong hangne marwei nga lynga pisa, br (I sit here alone so uncomfortable in anxiety) br Jingpynshoi ki wan,ki wan bud ia nga, br (But temptations, they come and they follow me) br Hynrei mynsiem ka thrang men um shet kylla, br (But this heart of mine won’t let me betray me) br Ia ka sap ba ai u Blei men ym pynsyrwa, br (And this God given talent, you will not waste it) br Pynsyrwa, br (Waste it) br Pynsyrwa br (Waste it) br br To all the rappers from the East br All the battles we fought in br All the swagger we brought in br All the matter recorded br Yo why's the West so important br Why's the East forgotten br Why the paper fly West br Why'd the East go rotten br (East side for life) br Now all the rappers quit rapping br Instead of waiting for shit to happen br Banks frozen cold br Even though the fans clappin br The labels are laughin’ br Thinkin’ they can’t go wrong br Everybody knows Divine br Still nobody know D-Mon br br People just people unless you share the same blood br Freedom so evil unless you bear some sane blood br The sooner you wise up, the sooner you realise br Home is real vibes. Real guys. Real ties br br Please don't get me wrong br NE is where I'm from br NE is where I was born br NE is where I belong br Now let the games begin br This is just the first song br It's your boy Fe br Signing off from Shillong br Peace br br Real Hip Hop is about more than just clubs, cars and chicks. It's the voice of the street, the voice of a generation, the voice of a new revolution. Hip Hop Homeland North East travels to Shillong, where we track the state of the underground hip hop movement in an often forgotten corner of the country.