American Reacts to Lowkey - Fire In The Booth part 2 Reaction 

Lol he worships the USA flag... an illegal european colony built on a genocided Native American race..... an establishment that hated blacks. We found his achilles heel!

Yeah I feel like that far outweighs him being loud 👌

I'll always respect him for that. Real dude

Exactly. Charlie has done loads for the scene unlike Tim Westwood who is a real culture vulture

But he could still do that without shouting, it's not like Lowkey needs a bomb dropping high-pitched shrieking hype man, if you just give him ten minutes on the mic it's already plenty hype enough. I respect him for the artists he gets and the freedom he gives them, but I don't think justifies him being an annoying twat, it would be perfectly possible to do one without the other.

@@neilschulz1043 I agree with you generally but it is his show at the end of the day. He's known for doing this and it's part of what's funny about fitb like a USP almost

Soundtrack to the struggle Bars for my brother

Relatives. Maaan so many dope Lowkey tracks. In due time

Hell, I'd donate just to get this one done.

Please do hahaha!!

Already done it

They ain't lying! Akala Part 4.

@@IndiNiall. good man! I’ve been so desperate to see his reaction to it. I think it will blow his mind. Dope delivery, dope cadence, fire beats, insane bars, crazy energy. No complaints. Let’s get it

Also has the song with M1

It’s about time.. wretch Ghetts Akala Avelino Lowkey Kano It gets tough like that.. 🤷‍♂️

@@phobsdsr4326 I don't get the whole Ghetts thang... controversial I know. Also whilst I hugely appreciate Akala he's far out in his own lane ...I have to be in a certain mood to tackle him lol. So my 5 ... in a daily changing order are; Dave, Lowkey, ocean wisdom, Wretch, then the final position flips between cadet/ Kano and lady leshurr (although Little Simz pushing herself into the mix too)

Πες τα αδερφέ.

I agree completely ❤️

Sage Francis is great. Haven't listened to him in in a long time but when I used to Rollerblade his music was on all the edits

He has a PHD too

@@MrAkhalif I didn't know that but it doesn't surprise me. Man is a straight up don.

No free Israel

@@winstonchurchill5731 From what?

@@arcarsenal1380 Hamas

@@winstonchurchill5731 Good one lol! Should make it more clear that you're making a dumb joke in future lol

@@winstonchurchill5731 free the Jews from Israel more like

Amazing bar ... hardly ever gets a mention

palicooo only those who know will know lol. Lowkey can pull any bar out the hat and that comes with a wide range of knowledge. 🤯

God doesn't die that is one of the definitions of God. You can't ascribe a meaning to what suits you. He would not like this if he heard this. Im only saying this because believing or disbelieving in God is a life and death matter. You should take it seriously because IFs AND BUTs can be true, what if God does exist and because He knows us more than we know what's right, a person can say what they like to God but its won't work. Like a kid saying to his parents I know better than you in life matters, parents will be like we got you hear and we know you better no matter what you say. I hope you understand the correct belief is not taking risks and that is to believe in God Alone and not to associate anything with Him. You may say how do you know what is right. This is the straight path and makes sense compared to selective beliefs that create confusions. It's what makes sense and what the neutral mind finds true peace in without like I said confusion.

@@thehatman3089 It's all love. GOD noun 1. (in Christianity and other monotheistic religions) the creator and ruler of the universe and source of all moral authority; the supreme being. 2. (in certain other religions) a superhuman being or spirit worshipped as having power over nature or human fortunes; a deity.

PS. You might listen to 'McDonald Trump' and 'Obamanation 1 and 2' to see how he feels about US Presidents in general.

["Beautiful Mind" instrumental] [Verse 2] If they don't let us dream, then we won't let 'em sleep If they don't let us dream, then we won't let 'em sleep How can I do a fire in the booth, when I'm trying just to maintain And since June don't hear the word fire in the same way Heard screams, splutters and them gasping for air That’s not bars in a booth it’s so hard to compare If I use fire as metaphor Does that disrespect the people that are never more? How does that bomb sound sound to those that bled in war that we never saw? Remember when they settled scores with metal swords like Skeletor Chinese made gun powder, Nobel invented dynamite They say the guilt in his mind compelled him to design the prize We know what Einstein's mind was like How many geniuses we never knew that were deprived of life? I can't philosophise on horrifying flames We don’t have to apologise or qualify our pain Degrenfellise our loved ones of the colonisers name Should we let the corporate media lobotomise our brains You are beautiful, no matter how this life disfigures you You’re beautiful even if that image you emulate isn't you I don’t know if history is linear or cyclical But know I’m ridiculed for making invisibles visible That's why Plato said banish poets from the republic ‘Cause they know that we can shake the social system and disrupt it The land of liberty, they tell us leave it or lump it When Trump comes to the country we hope he chokes on his crumpet Before we sink in the ocean, consider this as an omen Natures blessings aren't ours just ‘cause we think that we own them Never think that you're broken, or think that you're no-one Remember a rope is strong because of strings interwoven Would they love you more if you mock the people that you're from Self-orientalise and believe that you belong Overcompensate and propagate the image of the imbecile Not uninvolved though you're further from the killing field Take solace in the fact there's always cracks in the monolith Now we're practically lobbing bricks like Asterix and Obelix Distracted with gossip it's twisted news an interlude to adverts no hidden truths to listen to it's pitiful Rosa Luxemburg gave us this simple truth You won't feel your chains till the day you begin to move He photographed a corpse and they flung him in the cage Those that signed off on the cladding are still receiving their wage Helicopters hovered close, pictures for the front page Tried to speak all I really felt deep was numb rage How could they see this pain at such a young age Leaning out the window, screaming for help but none came If it bleeds it leads, trauma tourists they gravitate Shock doctrine in effect, disaster capitalists salivate Privitisation, deregulation and austerity To zero hour contracts, exploitation and precarity Adults didn't make it, children to be fostered Saved pennies on the block, dropped 20 million on the opera We see through your cold plans, your programme is done We don't want a Prime Minister that holds hands with Trump We don't want DJs doing shows on military compounds Can't trivialise fire or hear any more bomb sounds How can I smile when I know the remains are still not found And echoing in my mind is exactly how the sobs sound They say we're criminals for the syllables and stanzas When they subsidise the killers tools, the pillagers and bankers Who are the engines of history, people like me and you Who got massacred for the right to vote at Peterloo It was imagineers, the poets and the artists The miners, Tolpuddle Martyrs, William Cuffay and the chartists Rebel and resist even through something small Create windows with words and mirrors where once were walls Manure contributes to the beauty of a rose Why can't we accept our pain as something that helps us grow They wonder why songs that make you cry are more moving ‘Cause crying's the only thing that we were born doing They tell us tea is tradition to the English When I look around this island not a tea plantation in it Earl Gray gave 20 million to the slave traders Multi-polar world now the Indians are space raiders Freedom to be even or merely alienate labour Freedom for fossil fuellers to desecrate and invade nature Albert was an immigrant, Prince Phillip is an immigrant Were the Celts, Normans and the Anglo-Saxons English, then? The words Sugar, Cotton and Rice come from Arabic Now we import democracy to civilise the Saracens Analysing planets when this back water was wilderness It seems we're still obsessed with immortality like Gilgamesh Pessimism of intellect, optimism of will Wear the skin of their victims its syndrome buffalo bill In times of permanent war there is always someone to kill But when life and death are virtual almost nothing is real They got my snapshots in a padlocked box Settle with the heavy metal this is rap not rock It's fire in the booth but man's not hot I just got genius bars like a laptop shop They wanna know if I've got a flow, or I'm gonna blow Back like Geronimo Pratt let's rock ‘n roll I never sold my soul for a pot of gold Now feel this scholar’s solid knowledge in your collar bone Subject of propaganda, that terrifies the slumbered But the albums still sell you can verify the numbers Collectivise or die, protect your mind or suffer Life is paradise to some and a pair of dice to others While these twittering teens, are sinking in screens and thinking in memes They blink and this machine is pimping their dreams I think it’s obscene, as sick as it seems They don’t know what lyrical invincibility means Barge through for part 2, I can't lose Labels astroturfing trying to make it look grass roots Gone are the days we sold our CDs from the car boot A sharpshooter shooting harpoons through your chart tunes I saw pain in the eyes of a tired retired fire man Knowing he couldn't save a child survive the frying pan When we riot we disquiet the leviathan Forget iron man I got an iron lion’s diaphragm My salutation to those with imagination Most anticipated and that's no exaggeration The flag doesn't exist let me back up that statement What happens to the nation, if the Queen has a tax haven? What's commonsensical is sensible to question What seems to be a lesson is intellectual repression Say the ting goes… as expression of aggression Remember there are two victims on either side of the weapon We won’t let ‘em sleep If they don't let us dream, then we won't let them sleep If they don't let us dream, then we won't let them sleep... Listen, check it

[Verse 3] Power to those who read bell hooks Power to those who sell books Power to those who know how the inside of a cell looks All those feeling helpless, forgotten or discarded Power to the strange fruit they thought was rotting in their garden Power to those sitting alone seeking solace in the calmness Power to those feeling stained know your tomorrow isn’t tarnished Power to those who sweep the streets With more knowledge than PhDs Power to those who keep their keys Return is promised please believe Power to those that suffer in silence And those it hurts to hear Power to those that hold their ground Power to those that persevere Power to those that love humanity more than they love style Power to immigrants that’s probably raising Donald Trump's child Power to the blind who can't imagine what sight is Power to those staring at the moon and all those working night shifts Power to readers, the writers, the illiterate Power to those that struggle to decolonise their syllabus Power to the shy ones that always struggled to make friends And to the half of humanity worth less than 8 men Power to those that risked their lives to dig the coltan from the ground For the mic I’m spitting on and the phone you’re holding now Power to those that built the stadium they're playing in Power to those that mowed the grass and the stitched the ball that their playing with Every rapper that doesn’t rap about killing Power to the builders who build buildings that outlived them Power to the slaves of ancient Greece that never had the right to vote Democracy dead like Gary Webbe when they import it like it’s coke Power to those that write to prison Power to those writing home Power to those writing poems, power to those that died alone Power to Curtis Mayfield, power to Ronald Isley Power to the fishermen that were forced into piracy Power for every person that is working in a library Power to every nurse that we turn to in our times of need Power to the unions and the miners Thatcher punished Power to those that drive the buses and those that collect the rubbish Power to the youth desiring the truth Power for every rapper that is dying for a fire in the booth For those that lost limbs to King Leopold's quota And those risking their lives for the P&O to Dover Power to union leaders murdered by... Power to victims of this globalised Cosa Nostra Power to those dying on the shores and the borders Power to human beings that were rendered fauna and flora Power to those that clean up after the stage shows And carnival goers haunted by Kelso Colchrane's ghost Power to Kevin Carter his picture taunts us ever after So many questions never answered.... Remember the last words of Abd al-Mohsin al-Sadoun الامة تنتظر الخدمة الانجليز لا يوافقون Power to al-Jawahiri and his rebellions They killed his brother Jafar and he cursed the rotten Thamesians Enlightened despots pursuing tactics Machiavellian Chinese steel preceded Europe a millennium Think about it, printed press half a millenium, never get close Power to Ken Loach and every volunteer in Lesbos Cuban doctors sent to Sri Lanka for the tsunami Power to those that cleaned up after the Bullingdon parties Kids knowing Apple products before they know what an apple is Forgotten like passengers on the USS Indianapolis Dying days before they could see what Little Boy's damage did On precipice of fascism our passiveness is cancerous Power to those strong enough to dream Power to those that choose not to be a cog in the machine Power to those that love first and hate never Power to those that sleep on streets through grey weather Power to Aziz Ali and Bone Thugs and Harmony Power to Norman Baker, David Kelly's ulnar artery Power to the genocided population of Tasmania The internet descends to Trumptastic fantasia Let them try quote this, you'll never find a better diagnosis than collective psychosis It’s getting quite hopeless but hope is all we have Trying cultivate the positive not focus on the bad But the globe’s under attack The obnoxious rage of a fake intellectual Amazing Grace in the age of the spectacle Not the first time they found a racist electable To raise to the pedestal and desecrate the place that translated the decimal I don't want to tempt fate Power to corpse washers like Salvador Allende Power to language learners from Bernie Sanders fans to flag burners One man's inertia is another man's purpose In utopia of song we are victorious But the bitter sweet reality's not this glorious Power to Coltrane watching Malcolm X Power to Paul Robeson under house arrest Power to Galileo under house arrest Power to Ibn Haytham under house arrest Forgive me if I sound obsessed Forgive me if I sound depressed Believe me that's not how it's meant They probably thought I couldn't come back and kill the alphabet ¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido! ¡El pueblo unido, jamás será vencido! Sayin' ¡pueblo unido, jamás será vencido! الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido El pueblo unido jamas sera vencido Sayin’ pueblo unido jamas sera vencido الشعب يريد إسقاط النظام . Man like Lowkey in the building! Oi you're a savage bro Much love bro Ay first time you come in and killed the alphabet, assassinated it, and now just to take the mickey, you come in and kill it backwards Yeah yeah Wow Much love bro Man like Lowkey in the building Thanks for having me man Pleasure my G Yeah man, yeah man

yea Central Park 5, I Never Saw that Doc But will have to check it out

@@MrLboydReacts It's a real eye opener. It's a mini drama/doc series played by actors. It's really well made and could pass as a big budget movie. The original 5 are also in it at the end talking. It also goes through their court case they won in 2014. If it wasn't so heartbreaking I would call it a masterpiece but its so Raw how they were treated.