Tierra Whack joined by The Muppets for “Dora” video

Tierra Whack joined by The Muppets for “Dora” video
Whack is back with new music and a typically arresting visual.

By David Renshaw

October 30, 2020

Tierra Whack has dropped her first official single of 2020. “Dora” is streaming above and comes with a brightly colored video featuring a cameo from The Muppets.

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Speaking about the challenges of creating the video in isolation, “Dora” director Alex Da Corte said: “Thinking of the ways in which Aretha Franklin, Fred Rogers and Jim Henson navigated the world through good times and bad times with determined positivity was deeply inspiring to me during the making of this video. To make Tierra laugh was in some ways the best I could do on the hardest of days.”

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Earlier this year Whack appeared alongside Naomi Campbell, WizKid, and Lupita Nyong’o in Beyoncé’s Disney+ film Black Is King. She also provided a verse on Lil Yachty track “T.D” alongside Tyler The Creator and A$AP Rocky. Her debut album Whack World was released in 2018

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Billie Eilish films GOTV ad for Texas Democratic Senate candidate

Billie Eilish films GOTV ad for Texas Democratic Senate candidate
MJ Hegar shared the video on Thursday evening.

By Jordan Darville

October 30, 2020

Texas — @billieeilish has an important message for you about our future. https://t.co/oqoIpO4pQ7 pic.twitter.com/h3RhZ9kFeO

— MJ Hegar (@mjhegar) October 29, 2020

Texas, a once reliably Republican state, is seeing enormous voter turnout in the 2020 election, a potentially promising sign for Democrats. MJ Hegar, the Democratic candidate for Senate in Texas, is in a close race with Republican John Cornyn, and on Thursday she shared a video from Billie Eilish asking all eligible Texans to cast their vote.

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“Early voting ends on Friday and Election Day is next Tuesday,” Eilish says in the video, so if everyone makes their voices heard we can win… What happens in Texas could determine our country’s future. So, we are counting on you. Remember, you have the power, but only if you use it. Please vote.”

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Eilish hasn’t been shy about her support for Democrats in the 2020 election. She performed “my future” at the 2020 Democratic National Convention, and her speech, in which she said President Trump was “destroying our country and everything we care about,” was quoted in a leaked Trump administration document collecting celebrities to ask to participate in a COVID ad campaign.

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If you haven’t yet voted, want to plan to vote, or get your friends to cast their ballots, head to VoteSaveAmerica.com.

Positions is the first real miss of Ariana Grande’s career

Positions is the first real miss of Ariana Grande’s career

Low-effort lyrics, a glut of meaningless vocal tricks, and a sense that Grande is following rather than leading make her sixth studio album a rare disappointment.

By Shaad D'Souza

October 30, 2020

Dave Meyers
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Ariana Grande has been one of our hardest-working pop stars for years now. That’s not a controversial statement — she’s often made sure listeners know it. Grande’s last three records — 2016’s Dangerous Woman, 2018’s Sweetener, and 2019’s thank u, next — each opened with a spare introduction designed to showcase the musician’s once-in-a-generation voice. These intro songs allowed Grande to belt and trill, to show off her enviable vocal range without the risk of the song buckling under the weight of her acrobatics. Songs like “Moonlight” and “imagine” were flexes, proof of Grande’s continued technical might.

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They were also subtle reminders that, while other pop stars may try to chase trends or experiment with format, Grande has always been a traditionalist, a musician who still reveres the album as an artistic medium. Since 2016’s Dangerous Woman, each of Grande’s records have hewed to some kind of overarching aesthetic or emotional theme: “Moonlight” signaled that Dangerous Woman would be a pulpy, romantic confection, its vintage Broadway styling setting the tone for the record to come; “raindrops (an angel cried),” from Sweetener, was cathartic and spiritual and truly minimal, dovetailing with that album’s buoyant exploration of life after trauma. The opener to thank u, next, “imagine,” is exquisitely, excruciatingly personal, a hint at the emotional excavation and grief that colored that record. This kind of conceit is nothing new. But this element of Grande’s records helped paint an image of her as one of pop’s more industrious figures, someone rarely content to let a handful of hired-gun songwriters do her work for her or let a record be a mere vehicle for blockbuster singles — someone who, even at her worst, was still willing to work very, very hard.

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It doesn’t feel coincidental that Positions, Grande’s sixth record, doesn’t have a tone-setting introduction in the style of her last three albums. The first genuine miss of her career, Grande’s follow-up to the colossal one-two punch of Sweetener and thank u, next is unfocussed and often tedious, finding the musician forgoing the most compelling aspects of her music in favour of trend-chasing production and occasionally lazy lyricism.

It’s hard to pinpoint what exactly went wrong with Positions. On paper, it’s as much of a home run as Grande’s previous records: the production team is largely the same, with the same mix of rap producers and longtime Grande collaborators; the songwriting team is similar to thank u, next. What seems to be gone is any sense of distinction, any punch; these songs dissolve into a swamp of icy drum hits and aimless melisma.

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The clearest difference between Positions and past Grande albums appears to be in style. Grande has always been about as influenced by R&B as the next pop star; of course she owes a lot to icons of the form, namely Mariah Carey, but her music has never felt been conversation with R&B as much as it’s been in conversation with, say, rap music. Here, though, Grande switches out her classical pop delivery for a wordy, conversational style favoured by modern luminaries SZA and Kehlani.

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From the Weeknd collaboration “off the table” (which recalls SZA’s “The Weekend” more than a little) onward, Positions sees Grande pretty much abandoning the hallmarks of her songwriting circa-Sweetener and thank u, next, instead going for something more understated and, as such, underwhelming. The style Grande attempts here requires some kind of looseness, a naturally felt fluidity, a skill that she, for better or for worse, has never possessed. (On the slinky “my hair,” a plea for a lover to put his hands in her hair, she can’t help but mention the fact that most people aren’t allowed to touch her famed ponytail. Even when trying to cosplay as carefree, Grande can’t keep up the facade.)

The reasoning behind Grande’s pivot to R&B seems sound in the context of the album. Positions is largely about sex, and there is no better vehicle through which to sing about sex than an R&B song. The problem here is that Grande’s writing has never been weaker. “34+35,” a hammy ode to 69-ing, makes no attempts at even the most vaguely clever innuendo; “I don’t wanna keep you up / assuming can you keep it up / ’cos then I’d like to keep you up, so maybe I’mma keep you up,” goes the lyric that most closely resembles smart wordplay. Grande is “all up in [her] feels” but wanting to “keep it real” on “nasty,” on the chorus of which she sings, “don’t wanna wait on it, tonight I wanna get nasty,” a line so generic that it almost seems like a placeholder.

Lyrics are low-effort all around here: Ty Dolla $ign delivers a profoundly forgettable verse on “safety net,” while The Weeknd confounds on his guest verse, helping the album reach its lyrical nadir with the line “Yeah, I was toxic, but I was toxic for someone else.” In the past when Grande’s lyrics have been clowned, it’s often been due to her collaborators — “Now that I’ve become who I really are,” on My Everything’s “Break Free” was a classic Max Martin-ism, while the central metaphor of “bloodline” was widely misunderstood, but actually did make sense — but there are so many gaffes here, it’s hard to account for all of them.

The other pillar of Grande’s artistry, her vocals, also falters here. She still sounds great, of course, but working almost entirely in conversational, low-key R&B seems to preclude her from replicating any of the truly show-stopping vocal work from past albums. Grande barely belts on Positions. Instead, these songs are impeded by a glut of meaningless tricks: there is an abundance of melisma on these tracks, as well as surprisingly frequent usage of Grande’s whistle tone. While hearing the whistle tone was thrilling and fun on, say, thank u, next’s “imagine,” it is rarely deployed thoughtfully here, instead popping up as a flimsy, disposable signifier of talent.

Positions is not entirely without charm. On the glittering “just like magic,” Grande sings about “writing love letters to heaven,” and the track drops out for the briefest moment; it is sweet and touching, the closest thing to transcendence on the album, even though you have to fight past a handful of Instagram caption lyrics (“Good karma my aesthetic!”) to get there. I’m not personally a believer in the idea that good art stems from trauma — that idea essentially amounts to pop critic ambulance chasing, and also ignores the fact that Grande has made many great records, not just two — but this moment in “just like heaven” highlights the fact that Grande’s music is at its best when she accentuates her idiosyncrasies, rather than when she tries to emulate others. The Doja Cat collaboration “motive,” produced by Murda Beatz, is the album’s most dynamic moment, boasting its most significant tempo change, and its strongest hook outside lead single “positions.” Still, Grande jumping on a house-inflected beat feels cheap, especially considering the fact that this year has seen everyone from Lady Gaga to Jessie Ware to Dua Lipa to Roisin Murphy try on a similar sound. Grande has always evaded trends, or at the very least pre-empted them. It feels out-of-character for “motive” to so brazenly follow.

I don’t think Positions is a death knell for Grande. Her extraordinary run of success to this point suggests that this is an outlier in one of pop’s most consistent careers, not a new standard. It’s hard to forsake Grande a misstep or two, too — every hard worker deserves to phone one in every once in a while. Still, when you hear a line like “No more playin’ safe, let’s take it all the way” on “nasty,” it’s hard not to wish she had applied the same energy to the album.

Burna Boy captures righteous rage and grief for Lekki shooting victims on “20 10 20”

Burna Boy captures righteous rage and grief for Lekki shooting victims on “20 10 20”
“The proceeds of this song will be used to support families of victims and people suffering affliction as a result of the Lekki shootings.”

By Sajae Elder

October 30, 2020

Burna Boy has shared a new song, “20 10 20,” to speak to the frustration and grief surrounding continued #EndSARS protests across Nigeria and the diaspora.

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The song is dedicated to the victims of the Lekki massacre in Lagos. On October 20, military forces in Lekki, a suburb of Lagos, fired into a crowd of peaceful protestors, reportedly killing 12 people. The Nigerian army dismissed the reports as “fake news,” despite “credible reports” of fatalities received by Amnesty International.

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With production by The Elements, the track finds Burna addressing political and social injustice. “Water runaway my eye/Nothing wey you go talk wey go justify the case of their murder,” he says on the track.

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“The proceeds of this song will be used to support families of victims and people suffering affliction as a result of the Lekki shootings,” Burna said in a statement about the track. “May the heavens open and celebrate all our fallen heroes who have died for this movement from the very beginning. Rest in peace to all the beautiful lives lost.”

Listen to “20 10 20” above.

Thumbnail image: Kevin Winter/Getty Images for Coachella.

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Pa Salieu shares new video “Block Boy,” announces upcoming debut project

Pa Salieu shares new video “Block Boy,” announces upcoming debut project
Send Them to Coventry drops on November 13th.

By Sajae Elder

October 30, 2020

Pa Salieu shared the visuals for his latest single “Block Boy” on Friday, set to appear on his upcoming debut project Send Them to Coventry. The project is set to drop on November 13.

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The track, boasting dancehall-inspired production and Pa’s signature brash delivery, serves as a quick follow up to “My Family” and “B**K” from earlier this year. The Nos-directed clip finds Pa bringing his infectious energy to celebrate in a packed nightclub.

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The announcement of his debut project comes just hours after his first livestream performance, where he previewed select songs from the project.

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Watch “Block Boy” above and see the album tracklist and livestream concert below.

1. Block Boy

2. No Warnin’ (feat. Boy Boy)

3. Frontline

4. Flip, Repeat

5. Informa (feat. M1llionz)

6. Over There

7. Betty

8. Pile Up (Interlude)

9. More Paper (feat. Eight9Fly)

10. Active (feat. Ni Santora, Lz Dinero, Stizee & Shakavellie)

11. T.T.M

12. They Don’t Know (Interlude)

13. My Family (feat. Backroad Gee)

14. B***K

15. Energy (feat. Mahalia)

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Thumbnail image: John Ogunmuyiwa.

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Watch Moses Sumney’s full “Live from Planet Afropunk” performance

Watch Moses Sumney’s full “Live from Planet Afropunk” performance
The five-song set contained new versions of songs from græ and Aromanticism.

By Jordan Darville

October 30, 2020

Afropunk’s annual in-person festival was canceled due to the pandemic but a digital edition titled “Planet Afropunk” took over the internet last week. One of the undeniable highlights was Moses Sumney‘s set, which reinterpreted songs from this year’s album græ and his debut project Aromanticism.

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The pageantry of the production might be the best I’ve seen of a COVID virtual concert this year. Sumney starts on the rear of a truck with his band projected on the back for a performance of “Virile” before disembarking and taking a bushy microphone stand for “Conveyor.” I won’t spoil any more, but I will say that his outfit, BDSM ballerina from the depths of Dracula’s castle, is immaculate. Take it in above, and for another stellar Sumney performance, watch his Tiny Desk show.

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Bladee soars over his domain in his new “Drama” video

Bladee soars over his domain in his new “Drama” video
An Ecco2k-helmed video for his new collaboration with Berlin producer Mechatok.

By Salvatore Maicki

October 30, 2020

With two albums and a handful of one-off singles under his belt this year alone, all evidence points toward Bladee having a truly sleepless 2020. Today, he’s back with yet another new track: “Drama.” The song finds him linking with Mechatok, delivering his patented corkscrew theatrics atop a squeaky-clean beat from the Berlin producer. There’s also an Ecco2k-helmed video for the track, in which Bladee inhabits a hot air balloon as it gradually inflates, eventually soaring above his domain. The whole thing feels pretty god damn regal. Check it out below.

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Listen to two songs from Clairo’s new band Shelly

Listen to two songs from Clairo’s new band Shelly
“Steeeam” and “Natural” were co-written with Claud, Josh Mehling and Noa Frances Getzug.

By Jordan Darville

October 30, 2020

Indie-pop artist and newly-minted TikTok sensation Clairo has formed a new band called Shelly. The four-piece is rounded out by Claud — who recently signed to Phoebe Bridgers’ label Saddest Factory — as well as Josh Mehling and Noa Frances Getzug. On Friday, the band dropped their first singles “Steeeam” and “Natural.”

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“We created everything during quarantine in LA, Chicago, Houston, and Atlanta,” Clairo said in an Instagram post announcing the band.

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Earlier in October, Clairo and Jake Passmore teamed up for a cover of “I’ll Try Anything Once” by The Strokes.

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Serj Tankian on the threat of genocide in Artsakh

Serj Tankian on the threat of genocide in Artsakh

The political activist and System of a Down lead singer says he sees a “high probability of genocide of Armenians” as shelling continues in Nagorno-Karabakh.

By Serj Tankian, Alex Robert Ross

October 30, 2020

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Throughout his career, first as the lead singer of System of a Down and more recently as a solo artist, Serj Tankian has been a political activist. His progressive worldview is written into his music — take “Temper,” “B.Y.O.B.,” and “War” for starters — and he’s equally outspoken whenever he steps off stage and addresses the media.

An Armenian-American whose grandfather survived the Armenian Genocide of 1915, Tankian has been particularly vocal about the plight of Armenians and the danger of genocide denial in the 21st century. That danger has come to the fore again this month with a war as shelling continues in the Republic of Artsakh, also known as Nagorno-Karabakh, an overwhelmingly ethnic Armenian enclave recognized internationally as a part of Azerbaijan despite running its own affairs. Many scholars and observers warn that a genocide against ethnic Armenians in the Caucusus is either imminent or already underway.

The FADER spoke to Tankian on a video call last night (Thursday, October 29) to discuss the situation in Artsakh. This as-told-to has been edited and condensed for clarity. — Alex Robert Ross

Serj Tankian: After the Nagorno-Karabakh War ended in 1994 a ceasefire was signed and the Armenians of Artsakh were able to establish a republic, a modern democracy with its own parliament. Azerbaijan has never forgiven the Armenians for winning the war. Since then, from a young age, children in Azerbaijani schools have been taught to hate Armenians while the President of Azerbiajan, Ilham Aliyev, dismisses the Armenian Genocide of 1915 — in which Ottoman Turkish forces systematically massacred 1.5 million Armenians and sent others seeking refuge abroad — as a “myth,” despite a clear consensus among historians.

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Today Armenian people face an existential threat as Turkish-backed Azerbaijani forces attack residential areas, maternity hospitals, and cathedrals in the Republic of Artsakh, even using cluster bombs, in direct contravention of international law. The Azerbaijani Minister of Foreign Affairs is the same man responsible for indoctrinating his country’s children against another race — he was the Minister of Education until this past July.

Now we find ourselves in the middle of a humanitarian crisis.

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The specter of genocide hangs over this moment. For indigineous Armenians inside Artsakh, residents of Armenia, and members of the Armenian diaspora around the world, the repeated attacks on Artsakh — and the racist rhetoric used to justify them — are a bitter reminder of the 1915 genocide.

It is clear that Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, the President of Turkey who is providing military might to Azerbaijan today, has not forgotten the genocide. He continues to deny it, but he simultaneously exhibits a perverse sense of pride in the massacres. Earlier this year, Erdogan referred to the survivors of the genocide as “leftovers of the sword,” and weeks later chillingly told a press conference: “We will continue to fulfill this mission which our grandfathers have carried out for centuries in the Caucasus region.”

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Observers agree that this is no empty threat. Earlier this week Genocide Watch issued an emergency statement on the war in Artsakh, declaring that Azerbaijan was in the latter stages of a “genocidal process” against ethnic Armenians. Last week the International Association of Genocide Scholars published an open letter warning that a genocide may already be underway.

There is a high probability of genocide of Armenians if Azerbaijani troops takeover Artsakh. We are fighting an existential battle, a challenge of a lifetime.

Erdogan is a dictator still hanging on to the remnants of the Ottoman Empire, using the same type of expansionist, violent methods that were used at the decline of the Ottoman Empire. As I wrote with Maria Armoudian at openDemocracy earlier this month, this war is the result of Turkey’s neo-imperial ambitions in the region, and they will not stop.

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I’m also concerned about the media narrative. Cardi B recently posted a link to a fundraiser for the Armenia Fund, which provides humanitarian aid to Artsakh, but took the post down after she was labeled a “terrorist” on social media. Elton John spoke out in defense of the Armenians, but his Instagram post was deleted as well. There is a huge disinformation campaign at play, funded by Azerbaijan. The Organized Crime and Corruption Reporting Project revealed three years ago that the ruling class in Azerbaijan had spent $2.9 billion on the “Azerbaijani Laundromat” between 2012 and 2014, in an attempt to whitewash their reputation. It was a setup to buy influence, to buy good press coverage. Still they have faced few if any repercussions for this.

In the long run, we are going to beat this disinformation campaign. We are going to get enough support from the world, who must sanction these dictatorial regimes. We are going to properly identify the role of Artsakh and get them proper legal status among the nations of the world. We are going to do that in international courts. Those people have rights. They have human rights, they have democratic rights. But the dictatorial, corrupt leaders of Azerbaijan and Turkey are trying to obliterate them.

It is horrible to see this type of human rights crisis happening to our nation, where no one comes to our aid. In 1915, all of the great powers — France, the United Kingdom, the United States — helped. They had orphanages for Armenians; they were trying to raise funds. The Near East Relief Fund spent millions of dollars on trying to aid Armenians. But no one came to our rescue militarily. Maybe they couldn’t — maybe it was too late by the time that they were actually in Turkey.

But it feels like that again, 105 years later. We’re calling on these great powers and saying, “They’re cluster bombing the capital, Stepanakert.” Who’s going to condemn Azerbaijan for these war crimes? Some world leaders are speaking up now, but it’s taken almost a month, at the expense of thousands of lives — and a war is still being fought.

There are two things that we’re trying to get across to all our friends around the world. Call on your parliaments, your members of Congress, and demand that they take action. In the U.S., it’s House Resolution 1165, “condemning Azerbaijan’s military operation in Nagorno-Karabakh and denouncing Turkish interference in the conflict.” Call your members of Congress and ask them to vote for that resolution. Ask them to sanction Turkey and Azerbaijan and recognize the Republic of Artsakh to give the people there necessary legal protection. And if you can, please donate to the Armenia Fund — we need humanitarian relief at the same time.

The Armenians of Artsakh have been living there for thousands of years. All of their spirit is imbued by those lands — their humor, their hard life, their will to live and survive. They are fighting for their existence.

Stoney Larue – Dresses Lyrics

You recklessly abandon me that’s just the way you are.
Come and go as please like a twinkle in a star
On and on and off again you’re spinning me around
You recklessly abandon me that’s just the way you are.

I got a horse and it needs to run that’s just the way I am
Thoughts as true as the day is done with the falling of the sand
You got lies upon your tongue and a trembling in your hand
Ya, I got a horse and it needs to run that’s just the way I am

So hang me out to dry with all your dresses in the yard
Dancing with the wind and all its changes
Clouds they move the shadows on down the boulevard to bury me again with its rain

Well the storm is gone and I’ll move on, that’s just the way it goes
I’ll set the sails again one day to find where the river flows
Well in your eyes I can’t disguise the things I’ve come to know
The storm is gone and I’ll move on, that’s just the way it goes

So hang me out to dry with all your dresses in the yard
Dancing with the wind and all its changes
Clouds they move the shadows on down boulevard to bury me again with its rain… with its rain

Bury me again

With the rain

Phish – The Dirty Jobs Lyrics

I am a man who looks after the pigs
Usually I get along okay
I am man who reveals all he digs
Should be more careful what I say

I’m getting put down
I’m getting pushed round
I’m being beaten every day
My life’s fading
But things are changing
I’m not gonna sit and weep again

I am man who drives a local bus
I take miners to work, but the pits all closed today
It’s easy to see that you are one of us
Ain’t it funny how we all seem to look the same?

We’re getting put down

My karma tells me
You’ve been screwed again
If you let them do it to you
You’ve got yourself to blame
It’s you who feels the pain
It’s you that takes the shame

I am a young man
I ain’t done very much
You men should remember how we used to fight
Just like a child, I’ve been seeing only dreams
I’m all mixed up but I know what’s right

I’m getting put down

8 Graves – Evil Lyrics

[Intro]
I'm evil
I'm not like other people
I'm a-a-a-a-…

[Verse 1]
Do my worst
Shoot the moon. Stab the sun
Got a curse
On the tip of my tongue
You go first
And I swear that I'll jump

Born to kill
Tiny slice of the throat
A new pill
Or the poison you know
Let it spill
And I swear that I'll go

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel just fine when the chill runs down my spine
I love the pins and needles
They fall apart when they're lonely in the dark
But I'm not like other people
[Chorus]
I'm evil

I'm evil
I'm evil
I'm not like other people
I'm a-a-a-a-a-a evil

[Verse 2]
Got a gift
Got a ball and a chain
Iron fist
Didn't rust in thе rain
Make a list
And I swear I'll explain

[Pre-Chorus]
I feel just finе when the chill runs down my spine
I love the pins and needles
They fall apart when they're lonely in the dark
But I'm not like other people

[Chorus]
I'm evil
I'm evil
I'm evil
I'm not like other people
I'm a-a-a-a-a-a evil

Glorious Sons – Kingdom In My Heart Lyrics

You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want
I don’t have the keys but you can knock down the door
You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want
Life will rip us to pieces and we’ll just laugh it off

I used to sleep on benches at night, I used to hide in bars all day

I used to drink till I was angry, walk by the water and dream of floating away

I only tell you these things so you can see the joy that knowing you brings

You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want
I don’t have the key but you can knock down the door
You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want

Life can rip us to pieces and we’ll just laugh it off

You know things nobody else knows and your still not scared of me
When I’m shaking, thinking of death fighting for breath you hold me till I can breathe

I never knew that I could have a friend that I could trust till the bitter end

You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want
I don’t have the key but you can knock down the door
You can build your kingdom in my heart if you want
Life can rip us to pieces and we’ll just laugh it off

Stoney Larue – High Time Lyrics (feat. Brandon Jenkins)

[Verse 1: Brandon Jenkins]
It's high time for having a ball
Places to go, people to call
Feeling good out with my friends
It's high time I felt that way again
Let it go, hurting's behind
Life is short, things can change on a dime
Can't complain, haven't a care
Dance to the music, put your hands in the air

[Chorus 1]
Man, I wish this would last forever
It's high time that we came together
Come together

[Verse 2: Stoney LaRue]
It's been a while since we painted the town
It feels so good with my friends all around
I almost didn't, but I'm glad that I did
I haven't felt this way since I was a kid

It's high time and I'm feeling no pain
The sun is shining, no chance for rain
Yeah, so much love is something to see
There ain't no place that I'd rather be

[Chorus]
It's high time we made a declaration
It's a party all across the nation
Celebration
[Outro]
Man, I wish this would last forever
It's high time that we came together
Come together

It's high time and I'm feeling no pain
The sun is shining, no chance for rain
Feeling good out with my friends
It's high time we felt that way again

It's a celebration
All across the nation
Celebration

Heather Duby – Stamped Out Lyrics

There's a whole life expired, gone by inside my own dreams
She's touched like a deadly live wire
You're standing in water, it would seem
Once you've given your finally one over
We hope you recover from misery
And if that's not enough, then this is love so let it be
Once you were alone, the king moved his throne to sit beside you
Now he's gone away, nothing will stay the same
Trouble is with you now. Trouble is here to stay
Lesson for learning now, trouble won't go away
Love I've scorned and death desired

I placed my bets and watched them lay
Time erodes the vision retires, no circumstance has felt the same
Soon I'll be laying down in the water, just dreaming of him that brings me ease
Don't go look for that long lost daughter, she's gone to the river of your disease
Once you were alone, the king moved his throne to sit beside you
Now he's gone away, nothing will stay the same
Trouble is with you now. Trouble is here to stay
Lesson for learning now, trouble won't go away

Glorious Sons – Closer To The Sky Lyrics

Eyes wide open, pupils like dimes
Mamas little boy is on the ride of his life and it’s alright

Mind over body, body over mind
It really doesn’t matter if you can’t tell the stars from the streetlights

Lying on your back by the sewer grate
Kisses on your face from the neon rain there’s no pain

Just clench your jaw tingle your spine
To the moon Jack we got time, it’s alright

Come a little closer to the sky
It’s better than wondering why
It’s better than breaking, we’re on your side
Everything you hear is a lie
And everyone’s running out of time
It’s better than waiting, we’re on your side
Come a little closer to the sky

Leave downtown before you get slaughtered
Bonfire shining on the blackwater, its alright

Sand on feet, wind in your hair
You’re a silhouette in the summer air, you’re so light

On the edge of the lake, at the edge of the night

She’s looking at you with with dangerous eyes and a half smile

You give her a kiss, she bites your lip
You say I love you, she says you’re full of shit, she’s so right

Come a little closer to the sky
It’s better than wondering why
It’s better than breaking, we’re on your side
Everything you hear is a lie
And everyone’s running out of time
It’s better than waiting, we’re on your side
Come a little closer to the sky

Down here everyone with a plan is on something
And everyone falling in love is lonely, it’s alright

Come a little closer to the sky
It’s better than wondering why
It’s better than breaking, we’re on your side
Everything you hear is a lie
And everyone’s running out of time
It’s better than waiting, we’re on your side
Come a little closer to the sky

Romain Virgo – Fired Up Inside Lyrics

Yeah, eh, eh, eh
Whoo, ooh ooooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yeah, eh, eh, eh, eh

We waste too much time
When will we settle down
It’s just make up, then break up
Every time I come around
We can’t deny this feeling
When we know we need that healing
Every single touch
Oh girl, I’m wanting you so much

Girl, love it’s fantarise
What will we do about it
And I’m crazy about you, there is no doubt about it
Fired up inside, baby don’t you deny
‘Cause we got to connect to feel it
And let me give it to you right
Ooh, work me out, baby hold me tight
Kisses on your neck, baby just the way you like
Touch me touch me touch me
Baby, you’re my nurse tonight yes

Ooooye yeah yeah yeah, yeaah yes
Oooooye baby, yes

We waste too much time
When will we settle down
It’s just make up, then break up
Every time I come around
We can’t deny this feeling
When we know we need that healing
Every single touch
Oh girl, I’m wanting you so much, oh yes

This love is slipping and sliding
With all the feelings you hiding, yeah
Your resistance enticing, so baby give it up

Look what you make me do
Save a part of my loving, baby just for you
Know how many girls out there are ready interview
I’m really losing my patience
The truth is all I want it’s you

Stop wasting time
We need to settle down
It’s just make up, then break up
Every time I come around
We can’t deny this feeling
When we know we need that healing
Every single touch
Oh girl, I’m wanting you so much, oh yes

No love in front our eyes, what will we do about it
And I’m crazy about you, there is no doubt about it
Fired up inside, baby don’t you deny
We got to connect to feel it
And let me give it to you right
Ooh, work me up baby, squeeze me tight
Ooh, let me give you good love tonight
Yeah, it’s alright

You waste too much time
When will we settle down
It’s just make up, then break up
Every time I come around
We can’t deny this feeling
When we know we need that healing
Every single touch
Oh girl, I’m wanting you so much

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Yeah, baby
Just free up yourself, yo man
Free up yourself

Jack The Smoker – F*ck Fame Lyrics (feat. Nitro)

[Testo di "F*ck Fame" ft. Nitro]

[Intro: Jack The Smoker]
Fanculo la fama
Fanculo la fama
Fanculo la fama

[Strofa 1: Jack The Smoker]
Entro in parlamento e grido: "Legalize!"
Augurando a quelli della Lega l'Aids
Ce l'ho con chi fa il mascolino
Prima fanno i grossi e dopo il nascondino
Rapper cani chiusi dentro un trasportino
Mi vedi dal vivo mi dici:
"Cattivo fai il freddo, tu sei come Helsinki"
Non sono cattivo, è che canto dal vivo
Mica faccio foto coi selfie stick
I tuoi rapper preferiti se mi sentono poi urlano distrutti, Munch
Entro e fanno tutti Slurp, tu entri e fanno rutti, Burp!
Non c'è crew come la mia crew
Tutte le altre crew non vincono
La mia crew entra in radio col singolo
O Gesù entra in radio col cingolo
Mentre fuggo dalla folla dentro al metrò
"Smizy Bwoah la fai la foto? Certo che no"
[Ritornello: Jack The Smoker]
Fanculo la fama, tu passi il giorno online
Fanculo la fama, foto coi vip ai live
Io no, io no, io no, io no
Io no, io no, io no, io no

[Strofa 2: Nitro]
Anche nel torto avrò le mie ragioni, Walter White
Da morto parlerò con le canzoni in Poltergeist
Siamo grezzi come cassonetti quindi cazzo rappi
Io riempio i locali, tu i fazzoletti
Non sei degno della voce
Fatti il segno della croce, smetti
I miei bro ascoltano A$AP Ferg
Dicono: "Yes, sir", bevono Sizzurp
Giriamo con i rapper morti sulle t-shirt
Ed i Timberland Boots, non i boots with Fur
Do not disturb, è una gincana per il Nirvana come Kurt
Fatti mille selfie da trendy girl
Così prendi più uccelli che in Angry Birds
Investo soldi, però non secondi perché ho poco tempo

Tu sei così vuoto dentro
Che se ti piscio in bocca dopo un po' ti riempio
Quindi fatti meno film, bevi nei locali in
Ma non reggi mezzo drink
Nuova scuola, nuovo king
Ogni strofa è un evergreen
Ciò che passa tra un Lord e un Mr. Bean
Kung Fu, Tai Chi e tu vai giù dal ring
Taglio teste col mio team, new Mujahidin
Non parlarmi più di Hip Hop, non sei tu Spike Lee
Per me rimani un Chinonsò
Io sono un tu sai chi!
[Ritornello: Jack The Smoker]
Fanculo la fama, tu passi il giorno online
Fanculo la fama, foto coi vip ai live
Io no, io no, io no, io no
Io no, io no, io no, io no

[Strofa 3: Jack The Smoker]
Non ci credi, ma ti sta accadendo
Resto in piedi mentre stai cadendo
Ti salta il nervo con quel che ho in serbo
Il tuo gergo pare rap in serbo
Questo è inferno come inferno in disco
Jack uccide, questi li colpisco
Non parlano di me dopo questo disco
E non parlano di me perché li zittisco (Zitta troia)
Lascia fare ai più grandi bwoy, risparmiati 'sto sforzo
Livelli infantili perciò complimenti per il disco d'orzo
Questi li vedo nei locali
Invece di pensare a stare sopra un mic
Invece di mostrare che sai fare con le Bic
Mi vieni a molestare sulle strade per le pic

[Ritornello: Jack The Smoker]
Fanculo la fama, tu passi il giorno online
Fanculo la fama, foto coi vip ai live
Io no, io no, io no, io no
Io no, io no, io no, io no
[Outro: Nitro & Jack The Smoker]
Investo soldi però non secondi perché ho poco tempo
Tu sei così vuoto dentro che se ti piscio in bocca dopo un po' ti riempio
Io no, io no

Sharif & Mxrgxn – Piel Y Huesos Lyrics

[Letra de "Piel y Huesos"]

[Verse 1: Sharif]
Tan sólo dime a quién pretendes engañar
Con esa pose tuya de canalla
Si rapeas, porque no sabes cantar
Como una voz que suena a rayo y a cazalla
Tú dime si al menos te sientes capaz
De decir la verdad que hay tras esa fachada
Que las palabras son sólo un disfraz
Pa’ ocultar que debajo no hay nada
Que todo se acaba
Y yo sólo quiero ser un desertor del campo de batalla
Si me vence, mejor armado de una flor
Y si quieres, dispara, acaba conmigo
Prefiero ser nada que ser un cautivo
Me miro a la cara, creo en lo que digo
Da igual ser poeta que ser un mendigo

[Bridge]
Nunca he dejado de luchar contra el mundo
No pido perdón
Y ahora tan sólo persigo mi rumbo
Nunca he dejado de luchar contra el mundo
No pido perdón
Y ahora tan sólo persigo mi rumbo
Solo quiero ser yo

[Pre-Chorus: Sharif, Mxrgxn]
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo

[Verse 2: Mxrgxn]
Tú que estás al otro lado del espejo

Que sufres los golpes que encajo
Que estás cada día más triste y más viejo
Gastando la vida, pensando en trabajo
Esos ojos rojos que hay en el reflejo
Conocen el alma que esconden debajo
Y no suelen llorar porque no les dejo (no)
Si fuera por ellos, te lloro el Tajo
Dime, ¿cómo hemos llegado hasta aquí?
¿En qué momento del camino hemos perdido el control?
¿Qué se supone que en la vida se esperaba de mí?
Si ya cumplí con casi todo y no me siento mejor
Y no me siento mucho mejor
Si me gritan las voces de mi interior
Y me dicen que deje esta vida que es tan de mentira
Y que sólo intento ser yo

[Pre-Chorus: Mxrgxn]
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo
Sólo quiero ser yo

[Chorus: Sharif, Mxrgxn]
Sólo soy piel y huesos
Un puñado de canciones y de besos
Mis errores, mis excesos
Los lugares a los que siempre regreso
Y sólo soy piel y huesos
Un puñado de canciones y de besos
Mis errores, mis excesos
Sólo quiero ser yo

Romain Virgo – Don’t You Remember Lyrics

Yes – yes, baby
Yes

When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said
No final kiss to seal any sins
I had no idea of the state we were in

I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness
And a wandering eye, and heaviness in my head
But don’t you remember? Don’t you remember?
The reason you loved me.. before
Please, remember me once more

When was the last time you thought of me?
Or you completely erased me from your memory?
I often think about where I went wrong
The more I do, the less I know

And I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness
And a wandering eye, and heaviness in my head

Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember?
The reason you loved me before
Please, remember me once more

I gave you space, so you could breathe
I kept my distance, so you would be free
And I hope you’ll find that missing piece
To bring you back to me

Why don’t you remember? Don’t you remember?
The reason you loved me before
Please, remember me once more

Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember?
The reason you loved me before
Please, remember me once more

Yes baby, yeah, ooh
Don’t you remember?
(The reason you loved me before) Ooh
Hmm-hmm, baby, baby, yes, yes, yes
Hmm, hmm, baby..

Xov – Scarface Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My sweatshirt says Wutang
I'm a saint in a flipped gang
Hashish and buffalo shoes
Skinheads in bombers and boots
In Stockholm to pick fights
Train-surfing the blue line
Unleash my taekwondo moves

[Chorus]
One day soon, I'm gon' find my cause
Superpower, cocaine boss
But I'm too soft to escape my own thoughts
God make me hard like Scarface, Scarface
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
Scarface, I must escape
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
No, no

[Verse 2]
My mama works three jobs
Savin' up for our first car
I'm the son of a refugee, yeah
When she runs, she runs for me
Bad grades and detention
Had to move out of Tensta
Next year my facе got slashed
Found God in an ambulance
[Chorus]
One day soon, I'm gon' find my causе

Superpower, cocaine boss
But I'm too soft to escape my own thoughts
Scarface, Scarface
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
Scarface, I must escape
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
No, no

[Bridge]
I never hung out with the wrong crowd
Just kids, my childhood click
Shaped by nature, concrete jungle nature
Cheap toys, bad boys, never done time
Sick tricks with our butterfly knives
Nature, human nature (Human nature)

[Chorus]
Scarface, Scarface
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
Scarface, I must escape
But I don't, I don't wanna die young
Oh, no

[Outro]
Forgive me
My selfish, it's not easy, it's not easy
If I hurt you, I'm sorry
Believe me, I'm sorry

Stoney Larue – Evil Angel Lyrics

[Chorus]
Evil Angel on my shoulder
Boy, you sure do know your stuff
First, you start ’em with a little
Till they just can’t get enough

[Verse 1]
Well, that first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue (Didn’t it?)
That first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue (Didn’t it?)
But you, you had to go and find another (Didn’t you?)
But that first sip of whiskey, O boy, do you remember?
That first sip of whiskey burnt your tongue

[Chorus]
Evil Angel on my shoulder
Boy, you sure do know your stuff
First you start ’em with a little
Until they just can’t get enough

[Verse 2]
And that first cigarette, it burnt your eyes (Didn’t it?)
That first cigarette, it burnt your eyes (Didn’t it?)
But you, you had to go and have another (Didn’t you?)
That first cigarette, O boy, do you remember?

That first cigarette, it burnt your eyes

[Chorus]
Evil Angel on my shoulder
Boy, you sure do know your stuff
First you start ’em with a little
Till they just can’t get enough

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 3]
That first cheating love, it made you ashamed (Didn’t it?)
That first cheating love, it made you ashamed (Didn’t it?)
But you, you had to go and find another (Didn’t you?)
That first cheating love, O boy, do you remember?
That first cheating love, it made you ashamed

[Chorus]
Evil Angel on my shoulder
Boy, you sure do know your stuff
First you start ’em with a little
Until they just can’t get enough
First you start ’em with a little
Until they just can’t get enough

Azad – MY EYES Lyrics

[Songtext zu „MY EYES“]

[Intro: Sylvester Stallone]
“Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward.”

[Part 1: Azad]
Aufgewachsen im Block, Bruder, Hood-Mentalität
Aufgewachsen mit Dawgs, Bruder, nur das Mone zählt
Aufgewachsen, wo das Treppenhaus immer nach Pisse riecht
Wo ein kleiner Junge jedеn Tag an der Ecke das Gift verdеalt
Wo sich alles dreht nur ums Geld, wo das Grüne wächst in ‘nem Zelt
Wo das Leben dich schnell entstellt, wo du kämpfst oder du fällst
Hab’ so viele fallen geseh’n, Bre (So viel)
So viele Fall’n im System, Bre
Schnelles Geld lockt sie an
Digga, der Teufel legt seine Köder aus
Sie fressen ihm aus der Hand
Digga, so nimmt das Böse dann seinen Lauf
So viel Gewalt und Probleme, ey
Seh’ die erkalteten Seelen, Chaye (Brra)

[Hook ? & Azad]
If you see it through my eyes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know
If you step into my shoes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know (Drr), oh-oh
If you see it through my eyes
My eyes, ahh
If you see it through my eyes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know (Drr)
If you step into my shoes

Oh, maybe then you’ll know, oh-oh
If you see it through my eyes
My eyes, ahh (Gib ihm)

[Bridge: Azad]
Kalte Welt, kalte Welt, in der wir leben (Drr)
Kalte Welt, viel zu kalt in dieser Gegend
Kalte Welt, kalte Welt und zu viel Elend
Kalte Welt, so viel Kälte, die ich sehe (Drrra)

[Part 2: Azad]
Köpfe sind voller Frust, Bruder, Leben wie in Haps
Köpfe sind voller Kush, Bruder, damit sie nicht zerplatzen
Köpfe sind voll mit Memorys, die man nur gern verdrängt
Johnny, Jacky und Gin mit den’n man sie gern ertränkt
Geb’-Fick-Mentalität, alles sick und Empathie fehlt
Bruder, ein Blick verändert die Seele, du wirst erdrückt von all dieser Schwere, isso (Immer)
So viel Pain, so viel Pain (So viel Pain)
Filim-Szen’n mit den Trän’n, ey (Mit den Trän’n)
Kopfficks, Kopfficks, Schädel bersten wegen Kopfficks
Toxic, toxic, voller Gift hier, weil der Block tickt
Street heißt fighten, du musst fighten ohne Pause
So viel Leiden, so viel Leiden in mein’n Augen (Drraa)

[Hook ? & Azad]
If you see it through my eyes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know
If you step into my shoes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know (Drr), oh-oh
If you see it through my eyes
My eyes, ahh
If you see it through my eyes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know (Drr)
If you step into my shoes
Oh, maybe then you’ll know, oh-oh
If you see it through my eyes
My eyes, ahh

Jack The Smoker – Come Persa Lyrics

[Testo di “Come persa” ft. Davide Ice]

[Ritornello]
Ogni successo è come vuoto se
Non ha uno scopo quando è senza te
Avessi più coraggio ti direi la verità
Scorderei l’orgoglio e direi “vieni qua”
Ma ogni vittoria è come persa se
Io ne vivo la gioia senza te
Avessi meno orgoglio ti direi la verità
Prenderei coraggio e direi “vieni qua”

[Strofa 1]
Ora sto solo in alto, ma non sono più libero
Senza nessuno a fianco, ho solo guadagnato ossigeno
Il mondo sotto non so più dov’è
Ora che sono solo in vetta a fianco ho solo nuvole
Sono fatto così, tu non sai niente di me
Vedi soltanto i miei film chiusi in un mp3
Lo so che fuggo, vorrei dire “scusa”
Ma la faccia sotto ‘sta maschera forse ti lascerà delusa
E le certezze cadono in sequenza, è un domino
Dimentica il tuo nome, tutti sanno il tuo pseudonimo
Mi sento a posto solo sopra il palco, dinamite
Quando le persone sotto sono macchie indefinite

[Ritornello]
Ogni successo è come vuoto se
Non ha uno scopo quando è senza te
Avessi più coraggio ti direi la verità
Scorderei l’orgoglio e direi “vieni qua”

Ma ogni vittoria è come persa se
Io ne vivo la gioia senza te
Avessi meno orgoglio ti direi la verità
Prenderei coraggio e direi “vieni qua”

[Strofa 2]
La mia vita altalena, da un trionfo ad un tonfo
Questa carriera è una galera e poi sei solo al mondo
Gli spettatori qua a teatro fan risate finte
Cerco soltanto il tuo sorriso ora dietro le quinte
E non ho tregua, non voglio stare con chi non mi conosceva
Ti acclamano, ma è solo scena
Ricordi l’emozione? Tutta la notte a fare sogni sul balcone
Fino a quando spuntava il sole
E ora potrei avere in mano il mondo intero ma
Non c’è niente di vero qua, il mio sogno che si sgretola
Puntavo a stare come gli aeroplani
Ora ho solo molecole di cielo fra le mani

[Ritornello]
Ogni successo è come vuoto se
Non ha uno scopo quando è senza te
Avessi più coraggio ti direi la verità
Scorderei l’orgoglio e direi “vieni qua”
Ma ogni vittoria è come persa se
Io ne vivo la gioia senza te
Avessi meno orgoglio ti direi la verità
Prenderei coraggio e direi “vieni qua”

Jack The Smoker – Soldi Sporchi Lyrics

[Testo di “Soldi sporchi”]

[Strofa 1]
Sono uno schifo, prima o poi lei mi lascerà
Soldi sporchi nel cassetto, niente MasterCard
Lo stato vuole le mie tasse, ah
Chiedono come ho preso un Classe A
Stringo accordi come Roosevelt
Buste, finché alzo i soldi con le ruspe
Ogni giorno è guerra, non sono un uomo di pace
Prendi i soldi, muovi l’erba, qua è il nuovo Pilates
Chi non muove muore povero, economo fenomeno
Ci proverò finché non mi ricovero
Soldi infami, il loro odore mi fa
Sento melodie soavi tipo do re mi fa
Se rischi il celly, tu piazza questa red cherry
Poi spegni il celly di BlackBerry
Se ‘sta vita è una vetrina con le sbarre giù
Maschere da porco più un piede di porco a un Carrefour

[Ritornello]
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi

[Strofa 2]
Chi bussa alla tua porta qua? Di nuovo io
Mega jolla, soldi, vodka, nuovo trio
Mangio salamella, mica merda bio

E scenero per terra tanto è tutto mio
È tutto mio, tutto quanto, e me lo merito
Prima avevo precedenti, ora c’ho solo seguito
Dammi i soldi, siamo i nuovi semidei dell’hip hop
Voglio i soldi assieme a tutti i semi dei coffee shop
Voglio il mondo in mano quindi inizio da te
Non è Casanova, sì, ma sono qui per un servizio da te
Più soldi più nemici, ma non rinegozio
Freschi i miei vestiti, sanno ancora di negozio
No sfumature, tutto bianco e nero, dalmata
Quindi fotto tutti, pure la bucchin’ ‘e mammata
Da uno spliff a tre g, fino alla panetta
Mi fermerò quando pa’ mi chiederà la paghetta

[Ritornello]
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi
Voglio soldi sporchi, come i centri massaggi
Come i centri massaggi, come i centri massaggi

Style Council – Homebreakers Lyrics

Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I’m not

And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
Like my brother has too, gotta leave to get out of this view
You see, they tell you to move around
If you can’t find work in your own town

As I rise from my bed, I can hear the old man
Blaming heaven and Mother for this
30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant
Yes, I’d say, that’s unlucky for some

Now our tears fall like rain, as my mother walks me to my train
With a kiss and a wave, “Come home weekends” that’s if I can save
I swear, I’ll take it out on the man
Who ever devised this economy plan

All the love in the world
Can’t put dinner on the table
All the hate that I feel
No love could put right

Good morning day, how do you do?
I wonder, what will you do for me?
I should be on my way, I should be earning pay
I should be all the things that I’m not

And I’ve tried on my own, now there’s nothing to keep me at home
All the love and the strength has been taken by this government
You see they tell you to move around
If you can’t find work in your own town

Father’s in the kitchen, counting out coins
Mother’s in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys
One is in London looking for a job
The other’s in Whitehall, looking for those responsible

Iv – Shameless Lyrics

[Intro]
Young IV, I'm a savage
Like that?

Put my heart in a casket
Worry about my status
You just come with too much baggage
I was serious [?] or nothing
Don’t be worrying about who I'm f-
You niggas are shameles
I hope there are bitches in the car when you play this

Did she see that tattoo?
Did all of these questions she ask you?
You get blue, you turn blue
Can't handle the truth
Can’t handle the truth

She sit in that same spot you pulled over
Drove top
Gave me top, that drop top

Can't- can't handle the truth
Can't handle the truth

We don't [?] no [?], nigga, this ain't a [?]
I've been stacking checks
All my family gonna be [?]
I've been stacking checks
All my family gonna be [?]
Young IV, I’m a savage
Put my heart in a casket
Worry about my status
You just come with too much baggage
I was serious [?] or nothing
Don’t be worrying about who I'm f-
You niggas are shameles
I hope there are bitches in the car when you play this

Sidhu Moose Wala – Cut Off Lyrics

Charhdi wares de yaarane lagge c
Assin ohde hon jehe deewane lagge c
Vehandey vehandey sabb hi viraan ho geyaa
Pyaar di jo ditti c saugaat mukk gayi
Kujh k dinaa’n di gall baat hoi naa
Ohde lai taa saari gall baat mukk gayi
Hauli hauli pahunch vicho’n door hundi gayi
Meri ohnu paun di aukaat mukk gayi
Kujh k dinaa’n di…

Tu’n dass de kaahto’n dol reha?
Oho karr gaye maarhi bol reha
Ohnaa ajjey ta satt hi maari ae
Tenu Farh sooli latkaungey
Tu’n haale naa ghabraa dilaa
Din hor v maarhe aaunge
Tu’n haale naa ghabraa dilaa..

Dil da ni mada

Dil vich mere armaan hale c
Ohde mere hathaan ch nishaan hale c
Pyaar de naa haje do (2) bol bole c
Jo hunde hunde reh gayi shuruaat mukk gayi

Kujh k dinaa’n di gall baat hoi naa
Gall baat hoi naa…
Ohde lai taa saari gall baat mukk gayi
Hauli Hauli akhaan moohron door hundi gai
Meri ohnu paun di aukaat mukk gayi
C rabb mann baithe akhiyaan de jaale nu
Kaun samjhaunda Sidhu Moose aale nu
Akh’on paani mukk geyaa parr dukh mukke naa
Athru bahaundeyaa di raat mukk gai
Kujh k dinaa’n di gall baat hoi naa
Ohde lai taa saari gall baat mukk gayi

Ajj taa gairaa’n shaddeyaa ae
Tenu kall apne v shaddangey
Tenu jinaa’n utte maan barha
Dekhi’n pair tere ohi vaddangey
Jinna’n ambri’n tenu chaareyaa ae
Ohi farh dharti te lahungey
Hale naa ghabraa dilaa
Din hor v maarhe aaunge..
Tu’n hale naa ghabraa dila
Din hor v maarhe aaunge…

Eartha Kitt – Thursday’s Child Lyrics

Monday's child is fair of face
And Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
But Thursday's child has far to go

Things look mighty black for Thursday's child
Trouble docks the track of Thursday's child
This world could be a wonderful place
But not when you wear Thursday's face

I never know which way I'm bound, I'm Thursday's child

Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday's child
I'll always be blamed for what I was named
But still I'm not ashamed, I am Thursday's child

I never know which way I'm bound, I'm Thursday's child
Heartbreak hangs around for Thursday's child
I'll always be blamed for what I was named
But still I'm not ashamed, I am Thursday's child

Lil’ Wayne – In This House Lyrics (feat. Gucci Mane)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Actin' like they killers, but them niggas just some hoes
We act like this a studio, this really just a trap
Everything we got, we had to whip it out the bowl
Before we shake your hand, we'd rather slap you with the strap
A million cash in hunnids, now they bring it to the door (Racks)
20k for a coat that I ain't even wore
This bitch so bad, I let her shop, I made 'em close the store
She think she trickin' me, but bitch don't know my pockets swole (The money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (Top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (Ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
And all my shooters shootin; .223's 'bout me, wop

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(Whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy you been a ho since Arsenio
f*ck your bitch, put her in the figure four
Scope on the gun, better visual
Silencer make the bullets tippy-toe
I don't give a f*ck, never gave f*cks
'Cause I always knew that a better day come
Haven't been asleep, seven day run
Never knew how a Chevrolet run
Ice Cube, Eazy-E, Ren, and Dre
I am the new NWA
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
Take lives like students took lessons
Jail time, felt like it took seconds

I'm a Goodfella, was a dope seller
All these ho niggas must be Hochella
[Refrain 1: Frank Ski & Lil Wayne]
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
(There's some whores in this house, there's some whores in this house)
Three-sixty-five, twenty-four seven
You a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
No bullshit, my nigga
I'm pushin' my triggers
They lookin' for niggas in bushes, my nigga
In the ocean, in the lake, in the woods, in the rivers
The skies was gray and the bullets was silver
Young Money on front of my hoodie, my nigga
You front on your money, you couldn’t, my nigga
We kill you by breakfast and cook you for dinner
The lesbians say you a p*ssy-ass nigga, ol' ho-ass nigga
I put some pressure on your ho
Make her tell me what she know
Stop confessin' to that ho
Stop confidin' in that ho
Stop providin' for that ho
You gon' die for that ho
Suicide for that ho
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Nigga with a AK-47
Three-sixty five, twenty-four seven
Percocet got a nigga's nose sweaty
But all the ho shit still so smelly
Belch wrong, get your throat slashed
Nigga, broke ass, where's your cash?
Nigga, Santa Claus with no bag
Nigga, you a ho-ho-ho ass, nigga

[Outro: Lil Wayne & Frank Ski]
Boy, you been a ho
I remember, ho
You ain't foolin' Weezy F, and that's for friend or foe
Tell them hoes in the house we kickin' in the door
He a ho and she a ho, now that's too many hoes
(There's some whores in this house)