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On est sélectionnés à l'envol des cités !

Je vous invite donc à venir nous soutenir lors des dates suivantes (le public vote pour ses cinq groupes préferés), ou à voter sur le site suivant : l'envol des cités : vote internet - cliquez ici !!!

A noter qu'à chaque date, nous présenterons une chanson différente et nous apporterons à chaque fois une surprise appropriée à la scène !

Nous serons à :

LA LOUVIERE
30 avril 2009 - 19h

Palace
Place Jules Mansart 17-18
7100 La Louvière
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FRAMERIES
9 mai 2009 - 19h

Esplanade de la Gare
Esplanade de la Gare
7080 Frameries
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DOUR
16 mai 2009 - 19h

Centre Culturel
Rue du Marché 1
7370 Dour
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TOURNAI
30 mai 2009 - 19h

Grand Place
Grand-Place
7500 Tournai
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BRAINE-LE-COMTE
6 juin 2009 - 19h

Salle Baudouin IV
Rue Rey Aîné, 16
7090 Braine-le-Comte
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MONS
28 juin 2009 - 17h

Théâtre Royal
Grand'Place
7000 Mons


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Voici le premier clip du KuG, réalisé en collaboration avec le centre culturel de Braine-le-Comte.

Merci à tous pour votre soutien !

PEACE

Thank you Sarah !!

Depuis GrandMasters, il est vraiment devenu mon préféré du Wu-Tang... Le gars est d'abord un lyriciste avant d'être un mc et le travail se ressent souvent dans ses rimes...

Ici un autre son au refrain Ingénieux (toutes les lettres de l'alphabet sont rappées dans l'ordre)... En fait il se vante pas du tout de s'appeler The Genius...

[GZA]
All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop
And a live vibe, that'll hypnotize like the flute
Along with something that's rugged by nature like the forest
Composed like the symphony without a chorus
A place with the path and trail that you follow
With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow
Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back
Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps
Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook
Inspired by the cap and the gown, that's on the coat hook
Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause
Your heart to bass, but it's tangable to touch
Associate with those who are consumed with beats
Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat
You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us gather around
And form words, everytime they meet

[Chorus: GZA]
Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D
He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen
Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home

[GZA]
I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips
And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip
Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes
Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks
A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme
That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line
Shine's like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop
With specialized handcrafted tools
Couldn't buy this hardware, so don't swipe your card there
Better yet, fold your hand, cuz you holding the wrong pair
One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights
But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes
A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire
Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers
Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop
Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch

[Chorus]

Comment ne pas jubiler quand GZA clashe proprement 50 Cent ? Il ne répondra bien sûr pas, vu que ce bouffon choisit ses battles et que là, je vois pas comment il pourrait répondre... (Notez l'absence des "fuck" "bitch" "dick" et compagnie...)



You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
And smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm batting
Got a few hooks with no jabs
Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads
I get it, you got rich robbing those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp
He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp
Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these over-rated raps, step to fetch it
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped from sharp chizzles
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still 'window shop' for lyrics
If you was a 'pimp', put tricks on the stroll
And if those were 'soldiers', give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster
You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster
That 'yayo' you slinging, please abort it
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get
Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets
Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with "Cuban Linx", and cut with "Liquid Swords"
Choked by "Ironmen" til we crush your vocal chords
You ain't nothing but a pig in the blanket
Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet
All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holding
Sweet tooth dudes stay out the 'candy shop'
You ain't got to handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke, while doing your two-step
Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left
ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the CREAM
You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx
That was killed for your minks, you be rocking in blizzards
Wanna be cop, til you walk to D-Block
And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks
I was an M.C., when you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was getting your guts filled
Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina, with the mass of many suns
The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cuz I let off first, what's up?