Ceva nebun de tot de la artista rap-R&B din The Fugees:
Lauryn Hill nu este cea mai bună textieră din hip-hop-ul american, poate e cea mai bună textieră din toată muzica americană… Vezi superbele versuri din hitul “Turn your lights down low” sau de pe albumul “The Score” pentru care trupa a primit două premii Grammy în 1997.
Ca să înțelegi cât de razna e femeia vezi textul complet mai jos și vezi explicațiile fiecărui vers pe site-ul RapGenius.com [sunt mii de fani hip-hop care stau să explice fiecare vers din melodiile rap, puse în contextul operei și vieții artistului, site-ul e genial]:
[Verse 1]
We’re living in a joke time, metaphorical coke time
Commerce and guru men, run the whole world man
Old drunken debauchery, old world brutality
Cold world kills softly, whole world runs savagely
Reading into prior things, program TV screens
Quick scam and drag queens, real likely to blast fiends
Think twice and past dreams, crime if you ask clean
Quick fast, the poison has entered the blood stream
Psychological master, consequences of tragedy
Mythological characters, men and women is parody
Superficial vanity, borderline insanity
Out of order humanity, crime committed so passively
Desperados and casualties, corporations want batteries
Explanations of strategies, domination and mastery
Own [?] in the bankrupt, grown people so corrupt
Light swords and yellow men, junkies in popularity
Culture so independent, vultures scavenge reality
Past feeling depravity to kings social cavity
Prey on human ignorance, popular immorality
Sympathy disease head, population misled
Self indulgent past dead, absence of the God head
Pimps, pushers and harlotry
Nepotism, no artistry
Despotism and privacy
Desperation, dishonesty
Physicist is your policy, more money, less equality
Inflated global ego, imitating reality
Fuel cycle pharaoh, poisonous poison arrows
Hypocritics on salary, idle hands that was agency
Predisposed to complacency, jealousy, and audacity
Contagious social gluttony, stages of mass malignancy
Effort to make conception, generation in atrophy
Glam life in debt, scam life in editors
Byproducts of neglect children hiding from creditors
Absence of self respect, fully scared of competitors
Lifestyle of luxury at someone’s expense
Sensitive children, used up and sacrificed
Blind to the consequence, smoked up on dope pipes
Ecstasy, fast life, recklessly past life
Narcotics and cash fight, just neurotic society
Benefactors turned actors, addictions triple captors
Experience manufactures just neurotic toxic society
[Verse 2]
It’s like post-war, they’re looking for the Communists or who the Marxists is
Ten thousand pictures on Facebook, it’s like the pot calling the kettle narcissist
Come on really, saying it’s the devil, but you’re the chief arsonist
Hypocrites can’t even see their own part in this
No reflection, vampire paradigm
No introspect, [?] break down
Three months before pure obsession, picture can’t take down
Children, this a shake down, they just looking for a sacrifice
They’ve been doing this since before Bobby Darin sang Mack the Knife
Before James Dean’s car did a jackknife
Perhaps it’s because they lack life or lack guts
Never confuse the head with the butt
Opinions are like assholes and most of ’em stink
I was told by a woman, so rethink
Don’t ever let them ever lead you to drink
Leave you to doubt
Lead you to fall, get up, stand up, pass Lucifer out
Shake it up baby, watch them twist it and shout
Insecure assholes looking for a ticket
To ride on somebody like the picket
It’s fucking wicked, shame on ’em
This neurotic toxic society
[Verse 3]
Sick cycle psychology in desperate need of psychiatry
Exorcism, sobriety, forcing social lobotomies
People stuck in dichotomies, pseudo-sicko anxieties
Serial criminals dressed in variety
Social transvestisms, subliminal dressed up as piety
Transforms projections like Cartesian images
Robbing innocence, stealing inheritance
Quiet victims with no defense portrayed over dollars and cents
Maladjusted ignorant malediction and dissonance
Too much addiction, no consciousness
Don’t trust it, this cosmology is busted
Broken returns to the dusted, stems of corruption
Oppression, deceit, abuse and repeat
They don’t feel complete unless they’re robbing the sheep
Man is not a product if you call it that then stop it
In this neurotic godless society
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