(feat. Eno Red Rum, Skinnyman)



[Verse 1: Chester P]

I'm sick of hearing people say how they got everything going bad for them

And how the world's against them and how the whole scene hates them

And how it's holding them back, boy you know what...

It weren't me

It weren't the task f.o.r.c.e

It weren't the Mud Fam, the Bury Cru or Mark B

So I run around town searching for clues

And all them people losing touch bredrens it's on you

I'm a drill a bray the Milky Way for trying to operate a scam

This is an expose resistance makes a stand

Who do you think we are some fly by night militia

Just take hold of your positions the storms about to start

And you ain't never gonna make this cos it ain't in your heart

You piss take and get taken over real sharp

I hope you followed the description of my story so far

Cos we ain't operating petty over wars and feuds

So at the end of the night bredren it's on you

It's on you bredren so what ya gonna do

Chorus

MC's it's on you

DJ's it's on you

And the man's making beats for their crews it's on you

It's on you



[Verse 2: Eno Red Rum]

For those who boost their skills with their clothes

For those who run stagnated rap flows

It's over when Eno screams Red Rum

The rhythm murderer smashing verbal rockers on drums

Practical production over flowing instruments

Desirable finales that remain your only influence

Ripped from my inputs your about to be buried

In the graveyard under moonlit cemetries

Your decision is to tearaway like delinquents

Put aside your insolance for some hard spoken militance

Dominate civilians with minus a millions

Operation get a slice of the pie and stay high

Chorus



[Verse 3: Farma G]

It's on you with no blame being thrown off the stage

It's on me when my rhymes broke down yesterday

I'm saying it's on you to accept reasoning way

It's on you includes those who love to lay the blame

I've heard rappers excuses of why they can't make it

And producers say that our rappers are shit

But it ain't down to you to give hope and new improved

It's not just on me it's not just on you

I'm saying when I pull my weight dreams start to come true

If you're wack it's on you don't blame the world for your failure

It's all down to you whats gonna make ya or break ya

It's on you bredren how longs it gonna take ya



[Verse 4: Skinnyman]

There ain't no finger to point no name to call

If anyone's to blame for our downfall it's us all

From wack MC's confused about their identities

To journalists in magazines saying you'll never cut the cheese

There's things to be considered within the industries

Of A and R's who's only concern is making the G's

Take the art form take it apart from the norm

Add their little bit of booj cos their whole plans to chartstorm

Box and MTV are best to pull up their socks

Cos fake man with all awards we're gonna knock off your blocks

So all the fake groups pulled together by those A and R's

Filling your heads with how they'll take you make ya into stars

Shooting videos with bimbos and hired out cars

Getting down with media hypenitis drinking in the plush bars

That's the promise but not your artisticness to flourish

Cos when it does they'll shelf you and say your music's rubbish

And this mud overstand bogus operation

Of the one hit wonders claim to be the latest pop sensation

Now I'm gonna do whatever I want to

To make myself follow through cos the rest is on you

It's on you to kids with those sprays on trains

Tagging mud fams name to help our shit maintain

It's on you to kids in the record shops

Keep it real and spend your money on the British hip-hop

It's on you to DJ's on rap radio's

Who play our shit on their shows to make sure everybody knows

It's on you to recognise exactly what you got

Even though you might of thought that it's not what



[Chorus]



[Outro: Chester P]

All you rappers, DJ's, producers, breakers, taggers

All the elements of Hip-Hop must strive together to be alive together

Because basically it's on all of us it ain't on one of us

It ain't on the Yankees to lead the way

It's all about the UK it's on us today

It's on you



[Outro: Farma G]

Yeah it's the Task Force

It's the Farma G and Mr Chester P Hackenbush

Eno Red Rum, Mark B

Big up to Skinnyman, Mongo, the Bury Cru

Yeah Mr Thing on the cuts and DJ Vadim

Big up Jodie Green and all mans supporting the cause

Don't put this shit on pause

This is the K'Boro shit, ninety nine lick

Get ready cos we're coming