Verse 2
Two kingdoms in my homeland, fifty years ago
Stupid Singhalese man, brought them together, so he could get more dough
Then he went so fucking low
By banning Tamil Students, from uni, so they could not mentally grow
Tamils protested for many days in a row
Singhalese cops came round, telling us to get up n go
We just said give us a degree
And let our peeps be free
Eight Tamils sitting down
Eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six tigers, got
Two in heaven
Six holding the ranks, Police shooting with supposed blanks
Then see a Pig holding on to one’s Adam’s apple, strangle man
See Tamil gasping for air, till he move no more
And stare with dead eyes, tired of riots; shit is quiet
What was to befall? Only the hands of time will give out the call
Answered by the LTTE, Tigers with one thing in mind, just to be free
90s had not space for peace, many young bodies lay deceased
Suicide bombings, cyanide capsules, Tigers emotionally fuelled

Verse 3
Move back a decade, and left I0, 000 a mile
Five peeps had been made; grow to be NEXT NAIZ, great as the Nile
Four Boys, One Girl; let the kinship just shine
To the Tamils that grew up, international like wine
Teach the proper way to the girl, sniffing the white lines
Akee, Sam, Mk, Anu n Ederz
I pay respect to these peeps, like I do to my elders
But there also many other peeps, other Naiz no creeps

Verse 4
So let me finish this rhyme, with an attack from my mind
I used to lead two very different lives
One for the rentz, the other for the knives
C notes with the Queen falling from the sky
Two good friends, ended in the slammer for time
Best friend, laid in a bed, surrounded with blood from the head
Last words came back; find some Tamils who ain’t lost the knack
To be true, see through, with you, till the end of time
Flicked through the phone book, looking for someone who ain’t a crook
One name flashed, Sam Anna was the man, whose music will span
Across the globe, with lyrics straight from the heart
From Akee n Anu, two brown men, with Revelation in one true part
Mk, hope you live for long, n your baby bro just sing him a Tamil song
N Ederz, the acca of this family, Nah I ain’t talking Barney
I’m talking Tamil mentality
So I sign off with five words, quickened up to give hope to the herds
Chinna Siripu Pothumai Chella Nanpanai
That’s true Tamil, don’t forget mammal...