Rise of The Unbroken

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Rise of The Unbroken

ChuChu Tiwari · 3 plays

male vocals, hard rap, aggressive flow, Black rapper, Indian rapper, political rap, social justice, racism against Indians, cultural appropriation, historical atrocities, factual rebuttal, pride, resilience

Lyrics

Intro

Yo, listen up, this one's for the truth, no lies, just facts.

Verse

They call us dirty, unhygienic, mocking accents and clothes,

But we bathe daily, Ayurvedic roots, ancient flows.

Indus Valley drainage, stepwells deep with history,

Sanitation advanced, shattered stereotypes, no mystery.

Chorus

Rise of the Unbroken, hear the pride in our tone,

From colonial lies to silent cries, we stand, we own.

Cultural theft exposed, they take but don't credit,

Kolhapuri chappals to Prada's profit, don't forget it.

Verse

Mahmud struck seventeen times, temples looted, blood spilled,

Timur’s tears in Delhi, hundreds thousand killed.

Mughals expanding, executions harsh and cold,

European colonizers' tales of terror told.

British Raj famine, millions starved in pain,

Jallianwala Bagh, a thousand souls slain.

Tharoor’s words echo, wealth drained, dreams destroyed,

In global shadows, India's heart unalloyed.

Chorus

Rise of the Unbroken, hear the pride in our tone,

From colonial lies to silent cries, we stand, we own.

Cultural theft exposed, they take but don't credit,

Kolhapuri chappals to Prada's profit, don't forget it.

Verse

Foreign mouths talk hygiene, hypocrites in disguise,

Wipe their own behinds after shifts, truth behind their lies.

Media shows slums, ignores tech hubs rise,

ISRO flies to Moon and Mars, reaching for the skies.

Fifth largest economy, culture rich and vast,

Ignoring those facts, they stick to the past.

We answer every stereotype with cold, hard facts,

Rising from ashes, united, breaking all attacks.

Chorus

Rise of the Unbroken, hear the pride in our tone,

From colonial lies to silent cries, we stand, we own.

Cultural theft exposed, they take but don't credit,

Kolhapuri chappals to Prada's profit, don't forget it.

Outro

So hear our voices, loud and clear,

Indians rise, no hate, no fear.

Through history’s pain, through stolen glory,

We write ourselves into the true story.

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