Video Rebel de Aaishay Haque 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaishay Haque - Rebel Lyrics

(I will not be a party to the legalisation of aggression)
How can one claim progress
Where there's no check and balance or freedom of press
How can one claim justice
Where you're denied the right to peaceful protest
Stripped off by the elite who coalesced to keep us trapped inside this vortex
As they sucked all power from our votes
No choice left so I bring it out to the roads
They be holdin me in draconian courts coz I'm pushing an agenda
Gaining support, of the masses thru rap, conceiving tactics as we march upon wall street as it crashes
Part time seizin factories, writin on beats and hunting fascists
Feel free to send me to the gallows if im ever caught secretly living lavish
Inspired by the art like Aristotle im takin rhetoric to another level
Fire in my heart will never settle despite stackin all those high school medals
Adolescence spent wrestlin with the devil
Went with the flow like an empty vessel
Know im on the right path if theyre hurling pebbles
Sairun, Baaghi, Mutamarid

Chorus:
I don't really care for this gun against my head
I'd rather be killed than live like I am already dead

Fixed Archetypals
We're all trapped in the same cycle
But i can't be stifled, Rightful socrates disciple
Theyre gonna put me on a show trial or make me blow my brains out with a rifle like Kurt, who couldn't cope with the pain
My rhymes servin as my final note to the game
But I express myself with the pen regardless
Keep my grip tight, wagin war with darkness
See they quote me outta context, it isnt fair, let the truth prevail
A rebel on a mission holds no fear, like Snowden, Assange and Mumia
Might sacrifice what I used to hold dear but thru the pain the dream stays clear as I keep hold of my senses, disregarding most consequences
Launching decisive offencives, hiphops sharpest apprentice
See I keep moving forward when they test my patience
Im settin up the premise for a conscious nation
Takin the movement to another level
Sairun, Baaghi, Mutamarid, Rebel
Chorus:
I don't really care for this gun against my head
I'd rather be killed than live like I am already dead