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Advanced Human Being
03:55
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I don’t have words to express how I feel.
Is it just me that makes his life a big deal?
Some say I’m lucky I believe them.
But you can’t generalise a man’s freedom….. [innit]
See I got luck on my side, but I earned it.
And all the goodness and the badness I turned it,
Into situations benefitting me and my piers
And believe me yes, I’ve dealt with some shit through the years.
I try to sieve through life eliminating crap.
Can’t stand walking round with excess weight on my back.
People seem to judge the good life on the money they make,
Don’t mind giving up there time just for business sake.
But I contest these views I think the meek are better off.
Knowing not of all the stress and desires we dream of.
Morals that we live by, make no sense it’s a trick.
Higher status, lower sentence, situation makes me sick.
Why keep living a life like this?
We take bullshit truths and politics,
We must take the risk and just pass the fist
Cos a life worth living aint hit and miss….
Why keep living a life like this?
We take bullshit truths and politics,
We must take the risk and just pass the fist
Cos a life worth living aint hit and miss….
Why?
To be told I should be grateful just to be a European,
To be part of the future an advanced human being,
To fill my life with folly and ever such demeening
Thoughts that react within my brain as I am dreaming.
Keeps the rebel in me brewing up a perfect storm and…
When I come rockin’ I won’t give you know warning.
I creep daily when you’re sleeping and snoring,
And leave the images you can’t be ignoring.
An image speaks more than a thousand words,
You see the picture come alive, but it cannot be heard.
It triggers sensory emotions yes it makes you aware.
Makes you cry, burst a laugh, makes you shout or be scared.
Don’t let your image be your ideal if it makes no sense.
Human beings have ability for self-defense.
Not just in body but in minds our spirits do connect,
And rid the world of all the shit before it turns defect.
Why keep living a life like this?
We take bullshit truths and politics,
We must take the risk and just pass the fist
Cos a life worth living aint hit and miss….
Why keep living a life like this?
We take bullshit truths and politics,
We must take the risk and just pass the fist
Cos a life worth living aint hit and miss….
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why, why, why?
Why…. do I keep living the same dreams?
[I don’t know but you gotta get over it]
Why…. does no-one act how they really feel?
[Too much tv fake it seems don’t know]
Why…. I gotta beg, borrow and steal?
[Cos all the bankers are all fucking wankers]
Why, why, why why, why?
Why, why, why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why, why, why?
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2. |
Don't Hold Back
05:23
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Don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
They say open up our minds,
Leave no-one left behind.
But I can’t see in their eyes,
Their brains are fried yet synchronised.
Cellphones come magnetised,
With the dreams all advertised
In the sky as we fly so high
With the lies that make up you and I.
Daydreams are stigmatised and cut short at birth.
Criticised if you fantasise cos broken dreams hurt.
They provide illusions that reflect of the earth,
And try to cynicise humanity to scandalise worth.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So here’s to the life I’m making,
Spittin’ out words strictly no faking.
Lickin’ up verbs cos they taste like bacon,
Call me a Paegan, I’m forsaken.
Don’t need a God, you can call me Faegan,
This is my spot and it’s already taken.
Built for creating my own haven,
And breaking the rules of imagination.
Spraying up walls cos I got the patience,
Innovate streets and decorate stations.
Playing outdoors even when it’s raining.
Splashing in puddles on crazy paving.
I love misbehaving and all out raving,
They’re both amazing and stop me aging.
Like old school remedies straight from Beijing.
Pretty much the same thing regurgitating.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So precise like our sweet lives we conquer, divide.
The mistakes only make us wise as long as we try.
Fighting pride to revitalize not cutting the ties,
It’s time to compromise not sacrifice, just follow the signs.
Don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
Don’t hold back, don’t hold ba – ack.
Don’t hold back, don’t hold ba – ack.
Don’t hold back, don’t hold ba – ack.
Aaaahhhh….. yaaaaahhhh….
Haaaaaaaaah….. aaaaahhhhaaaahhh….
Aaaaaaaaaaah…… ahhhhhaahhh…..aaaahhhh
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Yo don’t hold back.
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Yo don’t hold back.
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Don’t hold back,
Yo don’t hold back.
Don’t – hold – back, back back.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
So don’t hold back,
don’t base your lives on fact.
Imagination feeds the nation,
keeps our souls intact.
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Madame Bruno
04:03
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yee ah….
Madam Bruno.
yee ah….
Madam Bruno.
Yo… Rippin’ up the beat just like we’ve been here before.
Fredee Brazeezee rockin’ flows with the magnificent Madam Bruno.
So let yer crew know, numero uno,
Flip side reversing all the dated hits that you know.
Or maybe not but that’s the beauty of Hip-Hop,
Whether or not that shit is hot there’s always one crucial drop,
To catch and store in a pot, cos what you have and what you got.
Is random shots and that’s your lot,
So we make the most of all our props yo.
Take it to the top row, full fat like pot roast.
We host the most prolific style on the North coast.
That’s not to boast but we rep styles that are true,
Collaborate with Grim Pickinz and the Troublesome Crew
To name a few yo…. Our sound’s consistent of passion.
Rationalizing history to take apart like a fraction,
Not capitalizing on hip trendies just to follow the fashion.
Cos such distractions hold no traction when we’re catching the action.
Madam Bruno takes the lead…..
[what – what?]
True Napolitan.
We celebrate the real not the fake,
And fate is telling us to wake up, look around and concentrate.
This world is a state, but it is not too late,
We’re taking more ingredients whilst baking the cake.
Madam Bruno takes the lead in true Napolitan style,
From Baroque to Hip-Hop just like an arrogant child.
I like to scream in the wild, with my gap tooth smile,
From Vesuvio to Amsterdam erupting for miles.
I sing a frone limone like I own the street corner.
So, I think I should warn you I give musical boners.
Passing passion to the masses with such sweet accapellas,
They say I’m mulito bravo, muito buone, muito bella
And Fredee B I tell you really, he’s a hell of a fella.
We combine our minds to flow just like ancient story tellers.
We sip from antique umbrellas, get drunk in any old weather.
Keep it underground like fine wine left to age in a cellar.
Madam Bruno takes the lead…..
[what – what?]
True Napolitan.
Frone limone
It’s so nice…
La, la, la la.
So back on track we’re hacking at facts that make us wack and react.
Forced to make pacts just to transact you don’t exist on the black.
So we counteract with tact the exact contract like 2 Bergerac’s
And loosen slacks to attack the record stacks and sample some sax.
In fact like wailing cats with cateracs we’re jacking on tracks.
Cos clouded vision doesn’t matter when we’re scratching our backs.
And even if caught in the act, we have no fear to be sacked,
Cos what we lack in this society is the will to relax.
Madam Bruno takes the lead…..
[what – what?]
True Napolitan.
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Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the bo - - oss.
[Check - check – check]
Here’s one for the boss,
cos I don’t give a toss about profit or loss I’m lost.
In the salads I toss and the pots I wash,
Always under the kosh, cook nosh for the poor and posh.
My gosh I’m awash with moths who got the word,
That I’m in the hot spot serving up the lamb chops
While you smoke the pot, more beer and shots.
Some talking shop about seeds and hops,
Some come for the drop to avoid the cops,
Show off new crops try to sell the lot,
For cut price or a straight rip off.
STOP! - Here comes a Jagey shot,
I dropped food to the bar and that’s what I got,
My jobs three for the price of tosh,
I cook food, serve, wash for the minimum dosh.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the boss [boss, boss, boss].
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the bo - - oss.
Easy now…
Wind down Selectah – tah – tah - tah – tah – tah…
Get a job that’s what they say. [hey – hey]
I hear it every fuckin’ day. [ooooooh}
Got to pay the rent got to earn my keep. [earn my keep]
But I don’t want to neglect my sleep.
[what – what – what ]
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the boss [boss, boss, boss].
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the bo - - oss.
[Check - check – check]
I work hard for my dosh then I’m done.
Then I bun a green one and smoke till I’m one
With the moon and sun,
Just twiddle my thumbs till I’m comfortably numb.
But I’m no dum – dum.
I can fill yer tum - better than your mum - young son of a gun.
You better turn and run to the beat of the drum
If you think you’re getting some.
Dosh for the puppeteer raceteers,
black cash musketeers,
Bad man profiteers.
Real rebels rule not by fear,
but they offer free beer for a half-arsed career.
Gotta try to bend they’re ears
But they just don’t hear like my words get lost in their beards,
It’s weird – But I got no time for kissing on rear.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
Here’s one for the boss, Here’s one for the boss [boss, boss, boss].
Here’s one for the boss, here’s one for the boss.
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Fajadja Amsterdam, Netherlands
Fajadja is a bass-heavy act with influences including funk, hip-hop, disco, reggae and
ska.
Formed in 2016, featuring musicians from all over the world, each bringing the musical roots of their country with them. The band met through Amsterdam’s thriving music scene, with a shared vision to make a new vibe to party with. The band has played some of Amsterdam’s most iconic venues and beyond!
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