A keresés eredménye

King Mandume Ya Ndemufayo (IXVIIIIXIV – VIIIIXIVII)

(With some poetic interpretation from .IVIIIX)
 
Emicida (' MCDª ')
They want that 'someone'
That comes from where we come
 
Be more humble, keep your head down
Never fight back, pretend you forgot it all
I want them to be...!
 
(Never gave us a f* thing! COCK)
(Never a f* thought about us! COCK!)
 
Drik Barbosa
I'm Storm, but I'm in your mind, like Jean Grey
Said bad things, who said MINA can't be 'sensei'
Sway, yeah, I know, from the holy cross, libertine
Caos, like 'Racionais', Hey Boy!
So many bad words, this intense fight deny my presence.
Enough! I'm the voice of the nigger that integrates resistance.
Comrade, 'rhymes' with lead, occupy, arrange. Keep l8king.
in time for fruits I came as poison Ivy girl.
System is 'maya', waste, devastating Claudia that is not RAIA.
Enough with 'global-beauty', ok?
Das ist Schlecht.
Heavy rhymes is enough,
I say it like Tim MAIA
washing them down like the maya calendar
black feminism BEAT strong, what a fight!
you'll see, today is the day you'll fear my pu... uuuuh
DriK Barbosa, don't you forget,
If you take your hat out to others, we will blow your mind.
 
Amiri
'aber, man, ohne Identität sind Objekt zu Historie'
 
but, Man, nowhere man is object to history.
Godding Heros and making, hiding rests in history
Appropriation since forever, you can see
But that's no reason for shitting in the mass
Thought I didn't see?
I felt the HER it AGE of SUNDI
Alrighty, not a regular 'hill' and
of course, Zumbi heritAGE.
'Hold your horses' son
it's I and II and III and IV, not important, if you want I'll 'blind' them.
I'm here to see one fall down (not!)
By the honor of Mum...
DUME: Take your hands out of my mother!
smell fear? Gonna need to be more nosy
That's the value of 'realities': Expensive
By the call of Alimamo: Nkosi Sikelel brother.
Those who have 'm'Ohana' will know.
(got it?) I can't be more clear!
Follow the spiders
by deduction of whom wishes less
Respect, not for me?
Star, he's black, yeah
by the ghetto, come to show the difference
It's not the gender or the animal that hurts
 
It's like throwing me to the wolfes
I will come out 'selling wisdom and mistakes'.
 
Rico Dalasam (go on Sam, Rich *_*)
meme of nigger is: Inspiring to have a rifle
meme of white is: you shall not bring back Yan, Gamba and ring
'U take my wisdom by force
But I won't be worm for rotten apple'
I'm your whip on fire
while you are death, to keep your idea alive
dominated I shall not live, I won't be the 'sieve'
See my mother throwing roses
I'm a wise clove between specialized thorns
with Praga in the orchard
the worst is I have died a lot before you strafe me
not a brand, our soul smile
shine is to resist this regimental field.
 
( U-Kra-zy, waterfall!)
 
Emicida (' MCDª ')
They want that 'someone'
That comes from where we come
 
Be more humble, keep your head down
Never fight back, pretend you forgot it all
I want them to be...!
 
(Never gave us a f* thing! COCK)
(Never a f* thought about us! COCK!)
(Never gave us a f* thing! COCK)
(Never a f* thought about us! COCK!)
 
Muzzike
wash my symbol, spin my mantle, i am coming up as king
U live from my scar, I'm here to see bleed what I have bleed.
my mind conects it all, free as Kunta Kinte,
I am going to be what I want to be!
Is to be born the libertine to understand what it is to have the chain on your feet
fake as Kleber Aran, the empty will embrace it.
La revolution TOUCAN, hip-hop is a threat
candy'n my mouth, {™∞§•≤∫µ√∂Ω}, fuck the world
it's the Faria Lima zombie, jåom, CRACKland is now blasé
Jesus wearing striped POLO, in rush, Royal downers
Take out 2pac poster, will never be,
original FAVELA
GOLDEN ERA
MIC OF THE STREETS
today 'backstreet boys' play the 'droon',
yesterday we stole your Nike
no definition race and pitbull gate
muzzike, son of maid, wash away the motherf*
Death is on my pocket, thorns in my heart
What are you Hyenas laughing at, if the lion is the King of savannah?
 
Raphão Alaafin (Haphåom)
Sing for salute, nigge, your king is here
Yeah, Alaafin, came from Oyó, Xangô
from Mali, to Cuando, from Yorubá ao banto
We have no shame, not on the tongue or the holy writting
no, not under my watch, friend
put your throwing-swords down, fake shotgun
turn your boat around , Europe is 'decay'
No twisted idea, in rap, I'm front line
No 'mecharistism' on my chant
they see me standing in Bahia, they return to the Atlantic.
Try to put us down is secular
today, they come through the streets, but have come through the sea
'Luuk', we all have a compass to a nice place
some point it to Lisbon, I seek Omongwa
if my mind is my enemy from now on
the heart says isn't wrong, then, go!
 
Emicida
pain in cicle-cide, the asshole say ape, what?
To see Simonal you won't be fucked
Great, like Ron Mueck, got it kid? Joe from the seed.
Want better photoshop than money inda pocket? to see rap sale just like Coca, fact
no, don't, better, between us there is no brain the mouse
It's Brasil, external, capitol, inner
to see we're gonna laugh with our chest full of spite
how to predict freestyle, a lot is necessary
They're gonna give me Miley Cyrus collection
Mixed it up, Marley, Cairo, Harlem, Pairo, deal?
Like Mario I went down the pipe but took the princesses.
lots of thiss, I'm no saint, magnet of envy is blessed
I went to see Xuxa see what to do, if some minor writes you so much
I'm up for the move and Favela, got it?
Considere if my tv show is blunt, mellow, imagine me'owl'
Scorsese, my theme no fear, no duty, so soon
Victory Guetho, light for those who serve
IN DA DRAMA, knows the bay leaf of fame
ok, now look at the black, it's the call!
 
Emicida (' MCDª ')
They want that 'someone'
That comes from where we come
 
Be more humble, keep your head down
Never fight back, pretend you forgot it all
I want them to be...!
 
(Never gave us a f* thing! COCK)
(Never a f* thought about us! COCK!)
(Never gave us a f* thing! COCK)
(Never a f* thought about us! COCK!)
 
[Poem: Mandume by Mel Duarte]
It's more than making noise and see to take what's our by rights.
If it was for them we would still be resilience, who will say making history by a written book
Understand we're descendants from AFRICA and have as legacy to show the diaspora oppressed people
We WANT more then history repair, to be shown and that's no request
Enough so much diplomacy, life is to vast to spend our time teaching what you should have learn.
'Cause more than a heavy beat this is to eco in our mind the legacy of Mandume
And if it's up to my generation, brother, no more impure shall pass.
 

Early Today

Early today
When I woke up and didn't see you
I thought about so many things
I was afraid
Ah, I've cried, I've suffered
Secretly
All this
Early today
 
Heavy spotlights, glitter
And the smile of these girls reminds me of cocaine
On five (five) the curtains open
The static retinas glow, light rain
How ironic
My poems brought me
Into where they don't live
Fame annoyes, the money, you can't believe
Puppets, like Celso Pitta, lie
Dead, like my father, not even me fells present
Do you want rhymes? Here, two, three
Full to fool every single one of you
In an abyss without return, party, small talk
My soul sinks like my family
At home, alone
Between bitches, like a pimp
Things that affect you
Sintony
I've really dreamt about been here
Crisis, work, ideology, pause
And here we understand Amy Winehouse
 
Early today
When I woke up (when I woke up) and didn't see you
I thought about so many things
I was afraid
Ah, I've cried, (by myself) I've suffered
Secretly
All this
Early today
 
Man, the trail is a cliff, tight, the best
I wanna save the world
Because I gave up my family and on a harder fight
The frustration will be smaller
Worthy of pity, exhausted, common empytness
That is normal on the 21st century
Blacks with recorded wise voices
Against villans que bled the guetho
But rap for us, for peace, nothing more
Has put me on the jail, on a locked cell
I've remembered Racionais, reflection
Hey, not even the blacks care about that
It's a sad romantic cliche
You'll realize, you'll see, you killed yourself and heaven does not exist
I'm still Emicida from the rap battles
I filled houses from south to north
But emptied mine
And I still go, dude
Seeing the boys taking
Two months sallary from my sister
Hennessy's, hazelnuts, dressing rooms, global fans
Dude, where were they ten years ago
Show business it's like the saying, dude
Society sells Jesus, why wouldn't they sell rap?
The world will be busy with their money
Saying that misery is the one lacking attention
 
Early today
When I woke up (I looked for you) and didn't see you
I thought about so many things
I was afraid
Ah, I've cried (I've cried), I've suffered
Secretly
All this
Early today
 

Soul Mate

Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your lap
 
Treat them like ladies, not like gagas
Honey, baby, you're good to caress
The one I wanted, who I'm happy with, who I dreamed of and thought about
Being happy is so much better than being a king
Hey, hey, hey, girl
See, even our signs match
Your merlot kiss and your thin-pearled smile
You've won me, you illuminate my retina
Oh my, this acai-berry mouth of yours, I'd put on my best clothes to take you out
I'd invade even a nightmare to save you
Just to be your Camafeu, a nice thug or a nerdy
One look from you and even GPS gets lost
 
Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your lap
 
I've been wanting to be your family, your Hector Bonilla
Real talk, I want to have you, my Wonder Woman
To live a fairytale, an enchanted story
Some other dudes want to call you, but you've already been called upon
Marriage is a heart, two lives in a honeymoon
Getting rid of the looliness feeling of wandering about with no destiny
I want to take your hands, then play my role
Draw some stars on the floor so you can walk through the sky
 
Rafa Kabelo
One single shot split in two cups
One soul divided into two different bodies
I know best, if you're in, I'm down
I lay down on your laps
 

Get Up and Walk!

It was a room, uncomfortable, dirty as a komodo dragon
Damp, and I'm the man of the house at 6
Mold in the corners, everywhere, TV, decoy, ready for the mud
Shy, fuck it, we're kings yo
Eyes like electrodes, serious
Up high, stumbling upon the crows in a graveyard of dreams
thanks to the laws, the plans
I change the game, seeing thefts, I offer my head as reward
Naive, I've harvested smiles and said, let's go!
It's a new era, the days of the new, carried by the wind blow
I move through the soil where we reign
I end the pain, just like a painkiller
We're the Lord's light, believe it, we are
building, never hesitate, I believe it and I do it
Amidst the darkness, boom, we nail it
Our serene smile now turns to poison
for those who brought so much hate to where we lay
 
Rael & Emicida
Who comes from where I'm from
Sometimes sees no reason to go on
(Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!)
But I know you will
for the dream will bring you
things to make you go on
(Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!)
 
Bro, haven't you noticed you're the only one representing your dream on the face of the earth?
If that doesn't make you go on, man
I don't know what does
 
I know, it's exhausting
What's gone at the end of the month, our cash or our hope?
Delirium is the balance between our martyrdom and our faith
It was fucking hard to count crumbs in the rubble
black canvas for roof, working hard on the dirt for nothing
Yielding nothing at all
Alone, with the soul full of grief and empty pots
Filthy dream:
Only water in the fridge and I'm willing to save the world
Kinda like David Blaine: father's gone, mother fills in
Ordinary stuff, a surname and that's all
I'm the clone's nightmare
Rich kids know Marx, we know hunger,
so clench your fists and smile
and never go back to your hood with an empty hand and mind
 
Rael & Emicida
Who comes from where I'm from
Sometimes sees no reason to go on
(Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!)
But I know you will
for the dream will bring you
things to make you go on
(Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!
Get up and walk, go!)
 
We are bigger
We just got to
Dream on, go on!
 

Bonjour

Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
 
Bonjour to my homies at the gas station
9 to 6 against their will
Happy or the opposite? I wonder
For I know how tough is sorrow
Deforming their faces
If the blasts stopped
If calluses could speak, then maybe
The world would listen
To the deadlock's gaze
Your eyes would be clean
And you would shine
Bonjour to the sisters in the front
With plenty of sorrows to tell
Like her source of strenght
Standing up se
Dreas of a new horizon
Locked up in a cell, or in a favela
The ghetto is rough, poor girl
She suffers for real all around the city
Even more because the word Freedom is female
 
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
 
Been to Paris, saw the City of Lights
Ghettos, alleys and blacks sad as a blues song
The Muslim homies, Love Islam
Salam Aleikum, Aleikum Salam
A thousand flowers, a thousand pains, a thousand languages
A thousand colours like indians dead in Oklahoma
Yo, by Rome servants
As cold as still life who aborts the cribs
 
Equality to my people
Please
A G for me, another for my homie
My revolution is black
Noir, check in my chair
Better than yesterday
Missing my hometown, where I belong
And the old dream of living in peace
With what's necessary, just enough
Mo' green, mo' flirtin', mo' you
Family!
 
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
 
Féfé
Father, mother, brother, sister, angels will be bullied
Same theme, a cry from the heart like: we will prevail
Same chorus from te shantytowns Noisy-le-Sec - North Side
Lost lives
Years on the red alert, like convicts
Beat out, get away or fuck off, never shout 'I need help'
'Fuck you' shouts heard everywhere
Brown-skineed, coffee-coloured ghetto
Not easy if you choose to work
Many parents don't have a dime
Too many people at home, all burnt-out
But we'll prevail
Both braves and gangstas tell themselves
Dirty outskirts, favelas, same fate, same idea
May we get out of this everyone is faithful to their hope
 
São Paulo, Zona Norte (ça ira)
Noise L-E-S, c'est... (ça ira)
Si si (ira) huh (ira ira ira)
Ghetto youth faut pas stresser
Ici Emicida, Féfé
Si si (ira) huh (ira ira ira)
 
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
Every ghetto knows
That ghettos are a mess
But we shall prevail nevertheless
 

Good Hope

J. Guetto
As much as you run, brother
Nobody cares about your war
That is the truth
Have you seen them crying for the color of the orisha?
What about the police van, what are they?
Slave ships resuming trade
Slums are still slave quarters, yo
Time bombs about to explode
 
The sea was salted by black people's tears
Straight talk, like skeletons, from another dialect
Only foes, living like insects, in the dirt
Restitution? To be tagged as pariahs
Homeless nation, Angola, Keto, Congo, Soweto
Same color as Eto’o's, the majority in the ghettos
Monster kidnapping, pick up skins, abduct them
Violence adapted, one day it comes back to you
Like concentration camps, tears in vain
Decent living wanted, a stigma, resentment
Work makes you free, or not
The nazis nearly swept up the jews with that sentence - extinction
Depression on deck
Being screwed and having to smile for too long
Like Jack-ass, a Loch Ness-like mystery, I mean it
The theme of the university you can't set foot on
You know, I know
That even Bin Laden is made in USA
Crazy times where KKK wears Obey (word!)
Just take a look, I told you so
In this annoying equation, police kills - Plow!
Will the doctor save him? No! Why not? He has the color of a thief
Contempt invention, malicious intent,
Mind-blowing inversion, distorted by the news
My blood in the hands of the Christian radicals
Transcendental question, doesn’t clash with the opinion
Silence and face to the floor, heard about it?
Can harassment be forgotten? So much aggression drives you mad
The tabloid wins, with mourning and audience
Healing poor education with a license to kill
You'll read about it in the cyber era
The books that have stolen our past like Alzheimer's, you’ll see
That I do it like in Burkina Faso
We want to own the circus
We’re tired of being clowns
It’s like Moses and the Hebrews, stepping into the dark
Where is up to the enemy to define what's offensive
(That's crazy, yo)
As vengeful as water and sodium
Keep watching without custody
And wait for what’s coming up next
You say we have big cocks
Just wait until you see our rage
 
J. Guetto
As much as you run, brother
Nobody cares about your war
That is the truth
Have you seen them crying for the color of the orisha?
What about the police van, what are they?
Slave ships resuming trade
Slums are still slave quarters, yo
Time bombs about to explode