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The King's Little Maid

In the king's grand castle's big, big, big kitchen
There is a small, small, small maid
She is always in such a hurry because there is such a mess
And she should always daintily curtsy in front of everyone
And she has to receive everyone's scolding
Since her nose is always so dreadfully black with soot
And she climbs out of her bed the earliest of them all
And then the entire day is torn from her in a bustle
 
Because first she should polish the king's crown really clean
She shines it with the cream 'Blanka Lätta'
And then, on the head knob of the queen's sour face
She should accurately place the bob wig with precision
And then she goes to wake up Princess Nobelknob
And diligently assures that she sweetly rises out of bed
And then, during the day, she has dreadful work to do
To teach the very, very smallest little prince to walk
 
And she should scrub the stairs and she should sweep the floors
And she should carry slush and fire wood and water
She doesn't get into bed until the clock strikes twelve
And then she gets to sleep next to the cat
But she is never sad despite there being a lot to do
Regardless of what happens in life, she'll probably make it through
For look how happily she walks around singing, whatever she is doing
Because the king's little maid is in a brilliant mood
 

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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' Wink smile
 
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.
 

Raze întunecate

Vreau să văd camera ta, camera ta secretă
Prăfuită de ani, pierdută
 
Frica copilăriei tale
Dragostea tinereții tale
Clipirea morții
Insule de bucurie si de rușine
 
Ah
Raza negre ale nopții
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
Ah
Universul în borcan
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
 
Nimic nu durează pe veșnicie
Dar daca exista ceva
Atunci ar fi privirea ta nebuloasă
 
Pescărușii tăcuți
Nebuloase
O doință trecută cu vederea
Oceane de lucruri pe care le am uitat
 
Ah
Raza negre ale nopții
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
Ah
Universul în borcan
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
 
Vreau să văd camera ta, camera ta secretă
Prăfuită de ani, pierdută
 
Stau într-un magazin, pe fugă
Pe Bulevardul Søndre
 
Ah
Raza negre ale nopții
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
Ah
Universul în borcan
Vor atinge podeaua ponosită
 
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Afterwards

Afterwards...
The moon, in blood. And your emotions,
and the beginning of the end,
in a dark cloud
Then...
Hopelessly,
your eyes, [are] so nonexistent
,crying without any pain
 
And then...
The big night in crystal,
and your boredom of living
and my desire of struggling
Then...
Your skin, like snow
and in a mild absence
the ultimate paleness
 
All comes back from the memories:
your sorrow and silence
your anguishment and mystery
 
Everything drowns in the abyss of past
Your name, repeated
your doubt and your tiredness
 
A shadow stronger than death
A shout lost in forgetfulness
A step that comes back from a failure
A song that is broken into pieces,
but it is still a song
 
Afterwards,
Will the forgetfulness come or no
I will lie to be able to laugh
I will lie to then go and cry
 
Heavy,
is the ghost of the past
dancing on the platform
maybe to just forget everything
 
And afterwards
in the silence of your voice
comes a sorrow emerged from loneliness
and I will shout to be able to keep living
as if a memory was escaping,
with huge regrets,
to be able to die.
 
All comes back from the memories:
your sorrow and silence
your anguishment and mystery
 
Everything drowns in the abyss of past
Your name, repeated
your doubt and your tiredness
 
A shadow stronger than death
A shout lost in forgetfulness
A step that comes back from a failure
A song that is broken into pieces,
but it is still a song
 

Creatorul de probleme

1!2!3!
Când mă uit în ochii tăi , sunt un creator de probleme
Când stau lângă tine , sunt o creatoare de probleme
Încetul cu încetul, mai mult mai mult mai mult
Cum mergem mai departe, mai mult mai mult mai mult
Acum nu-mi mai pot păstra nici inima
 
O să rămân in faţa ta aşa ca să nu mă poţi uita
O să-ţi zdrâncin inima ca să nu poţi scăpa de mine
O să-ţi fur săruturile şi o să fug departe
Sunt un Cre a a tor - Crea, Creator , Creator de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme
 
Îți voi mușca inima şi voi fugi ca o pisică
Vei continua să fii iritat, aşa că vino la mine si enervează-te
Mersul meu sexy arde înăuntrul minții tale
Uşoară afecţiune - privirea de pe faţa ta spune că nu mai poţi rezista
Cum merg mai departe,tu o să cazi şi mai adânc -
Te plac mai mult cu cât ajung să te cunosc Dragă
Cred că sunt îmbătat cu gânduri despre tine Domnişoară
Niciodată niciodată n-o să mă opresc
 
O să rămân in faţa ta ca să nu mă poţi uita
O să-ţi zdrâncin inima ca să nu poţi scăpa de mine
O să-ţi fur săruturile şi o să fug departe
Sunt un Cre a a tor - Crea, Creator , Creator de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme
 
Cum pot să te bag în inima mea
(Creatoare de probleme)
Acum o să merg oriunde mă duce inima
Niciodată niciodată n-o să mă opresc - Nu mă pot opri
 
O să rămân in faţa ta ca să nu mă poţi uita
O să-ţi zdrâncin inima ca să nu poţi scăpa de mine
O să-ţi fur săruturile şi o să fug departe
Sunt un Cre a a tor - Crea, Creator , Creator de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme
Creator de probleme
Creatoare de probleme.