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And I'm going to slam in some militant afrocentrism to follow that, with:
Mau Maus - 'Blak iz blak'
A tune that makes you bob your head until your neck breaks - a beat so hard it could shatter the stylus and the most insistent aggressive delivery. Here's the chorus:
quote:Who the crew? M-A-U, M-A-U, gun ready
Bout to attack the track when BLAK IZ BLAK
Well how black? BLAK HEART, BLAK MIND, BLAK SOUL
Mau Maus (HOOTIE HOO!) We was born to roll!
Who the crew? M-A-U, M-A-U, aim fire
Bout to attack the track when BLAK IZ BLAK
How black? BLAK WOMB TIL WE REACH THE BLACK HEARSE
What's black? - SHADE OF THE UNIVERSE
Also a tune I always have to listen to with a keen sense of irony, containing as it does lines such as:
quote:Aiyyo who that? Yo right there; blue eyes, and black hair
Kill 'em with a rhyme, or the bottom of my Nike Airs
So quick son pick one, you don't want me to finish
or I'll quickly take you to 1950 and do you like the British
Head on a spear, contusions ear to ear
For Africa Maxima, I'ma drive you out of here
Mr. 1/16th, born to kill your self esteem
Born from part devil, part cracker from Queens |
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