THEWIZ aka Fibeonax - Global Smoke Out - prod LinkRust

Global Smoke Out - prod LinkRust

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Scarecrow - The Well / 2014

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1994

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Morceau issu de l'album "The French Guy" de Rouda  sorti le 18/03/2016

Paroles: Rouda & Féfé
Musique / prod : S.O.A.P
Trompette: Brice Moscardini
Mixage: Vincent Forgue
Mastering: Blanka

Touché feat. Rouda & Féfé (prod: S.O.A.P)

Another Bad Ass Original Hip Hop Treasure
addressing this age of hyper sensitivity and
cancelation.
Music, Lyrics, Performance & Production by:
M.C.🎼M.Savage/Savagized_Beatz 2022-2025 ©
👉 savagizedbeatz@gmail.com 🎭

Inspired by the HipHop Artist #prof 💥

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#digital_world #hiphop #music 
#hiphopmusic #newmusic #messege 
#cancelation_blues #banger #hot 

Lyrics
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Aww Shit, Look what you made me do now.
Fittin' to melt some snowflakes.

Switch hitter.
Tongue splitter.
Big sister.
On twitter.
Gold digger.
Strong liquor.
Dog bit err.
No dinner.

I'm going to town, with slight concern
with fiends and  things that lurk.
I feel like a don't jerk me around...
I've got this nervous twerk.

I looked around, there was a sound.
A man stepped out in an evening gown.
He fell down, he's steaming now.
Then this clown starts screaming out,
Ya see what this place did to me?
I'll boycott them, I bruised my knee.
And I'll you sue for filming me!
I'll call the cops, you'll pay, you'll see!

I pulled up to the grocery store,
Walked up to the counter with my
odds and ends.
The clerk said, I can't serve you no more.
You don't support the latest trend.

As other people stand in line, he goes
on to define this grand design to force
everyone else to think this narrow way.
I said, look! Whatever, I don't care if your
gay. I'm a straight white male... get outta
My way.
Shut up with you rhetoric and let me pay!
Needless to say, I got canceled that day.

Some More poured, Betty Ford,
Now I'm drunk out my sweaty gourd.
I Got two feet that look like four.
Can't keep my eyes off the dirty floor.
There's plenty more. Oh good Lord.
How'd my shorts get tore?

Pause for the cause four hands or
four paws. Don't put your flaws on me.
Folks with glass jaws should not get
in brawls... Listen to Tom Brokaw, see.

Listen, while I bring you some news.
They've taken away our right to choose.
They're stepping all over my brand new shoes.
Enough of the cancelation blues.

Snitch killer.
Jack ripper.
Like Hitler...
Go figure.
Soft trigger.
Deliver.
Shit river.
Cold shiver.

I'm uptight feeling frostbite, outside,
Right beside an ice cream clerk.
I'm blowing up like dynamite...
Beam me up!  I'm Captain Kirk.

I see sound when upside down.
I'm boxed in, but comin' round.
In a drought. Going without.
Forgot what America's all about.
I see this attack real clearly. 
They're sabotaging who we are.
Removing all of our individuality.
Pulling agendas from a jar.

Let's fire and retire these commies.
Enough of these clones and their
Bluebeam peers.
Engineers and puppeteers rioting
with hired influential Tik Tok queers.

This inning is the final sign,
What's yours & mine's been
redefined.
They try to sell us everyday a
created persona to display.

Steel swords, knights and lords,
Inquisition, Muslim hoards.
A loaf of bread, can't afford.
Millions dead. No reward.
Leave on your own accord,
I'm glad that Honda motors out
performs Americanese plasticity,
of course, I used the force and
this is my Jedi hypothesis.

Applause just because, I'm using long
straws to drink this sauce for free.
Don't be in awe, just read the clause
because these laws don't apply to me.

Censoring me is nothing new.
They keep on squawking on The View.
It seems like too many brains are on snooze.
When you entertain gossip, you lose.

So Listen, while I bring you real news.
They'll step all over your brand new shoes.
Tell them to sit down if they are confused.
Enough of the cancelation blues.

Written by: Michael W. Taylor
February 2nd. 2023 ©
Edited - 4/24/2025


Savagized_Beatz 2025 ©

Cancelation Blues

Morceaux  fait avec la bouche. Yaourt de brebis.
Son et mixage: Ronan Cerclay
Mastering: Jerome Teurtrie
2017

SerrésCommeDesSardines

Beats & Vocals by Rael 
Started this on the keyboard, then got my highly talented brother to replay the accordion parts, and he created the melodic parts (Lewis Powell)
This track was a lot of fun!, Kirsa brought an extra scratch between the verses.
Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHYGVRZA4XI&frags=pl%2Cwn
Lyrics
The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee
My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee
My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be
Living this life, like this mission is lost to me Im 20%, still not paying my rent
But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence Im undecided, at the place where im resided
Which the government provided, so why you try and hide it im like 20,000 under, every time 
I blunder, I wonder 
When i'll light the sky up with the thunder
Im singing “aye currumba” as I waken from my slumber success is like the lottery
I pick a random number
So welcome to the twilight, im checking out the skylight
Im checking out the nightlight, checking out my eyesight deteriorating
Lost in my own delirium deleraelium, living inside the aquarium
So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is
Skip to the good part, and get to where the glory is emerging victorious, that much is obvious
Hard to be a real man, in this rap land misogynist
Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest hard
To keep moving as im walking through the boggiest 
Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of
Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of
Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing
Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen 
So hark when im spitting, as you sit and reminisce
And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

Hold back when im waking, shaking up your dirty bacon
Paying double for your rations, mashing up your dirty cash-in fashion 
Shows it when your faking, shaking fists up in my breaking patience 
Dont you know im pagan, making bridges like a mason
Placing pieces on my chess board, gets more stronger by the hour, power
Tasting sweet and sour, shower spits upon my flower, cower cover from the residents
The kings and queens and presidents
Bring me to and swallow whole
Break my bones and lose control
To my roots im heathen, breathing life into the season leaving traces of what im believing
Traces of the gold im heaving
Scheming from the world im bleeding heeding no advice im needing
Fearing that somebody's nearing
Fearing that nobody's steering

Accordeon

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Beat & Vocals by Rael
Additional instruments by Kirsa
This track first surfaced just after Reflectionz, it changed and evolved greatly before ending up in this format. Started on an old piano, then mpc'd then octatracked, with Jeason Charmeur de Serpentins adding some vituoso platine violin, koto and space trumpet manipulation
Lyrics
I'm blind by the light
And high as a kite
55 kilos is still kind of light
5 foot 7 is no kind of height
As long as I'm driven I'll make it through the night
Roaming though the darkness
Like my name was Tony Starkest
The night's starless, my future is star kissed
I wander from the bar pissed
Gotta track with a harpist
Just a jingle in my brain
But I'll bring it all the same
These words can't contain
But im contained in these words
The message is blurred
But its simple to be heard
Picked up a shovel and a shovel and a pick
Now im level in my shit, and I struggle and I slip
My family just packed cos my tactics just lacked
Thought I might slip through the trap
But Ill have them right back
Been singing many moons, put the gloom over tunes
When the phantom resumes, It'll be time to assume
That I rise with the sun, and all that lies with the sun
On the run, I'd be dumb
But I slum number one
A rumble in my tum, a dark glass of rum
My whisky boat's rocking, my l'eau de vie's come
It's so to be glum, I'm slow to be fun
I throw the rope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that I clung, when I'm 30 years young
Gather up the crumbs of the haunts where I hung
My hum drum heart drum lung leave you stung
So just take a toke and pass to someone
Some will succumb and be sold by the sum
So just take a toke and pass to someone

Stuck in the groove of a half time blues
I got nothing to lose, so I loosen my shoes
My fingers tap the ivories 
She had a sly eye for these
Read my mind like libraries
Diagnosed my disease
No matter what I believe
I'm leaving on a fresh note
Hunger getting steely, capellini green pesto
My appetite grows like dynamite blows
In a stalagmite pose, I saddle my woes
Raggamuffin clothes, the muffin man knows
Im plucking banjoes, and stuffing down my prose
Fish the flies out my wine
Im not one to whine
About life slow decline, sometimes I recline
Benign philanthropic, sunshine in the tropics
Rhyme about the topic of the beat when they drop it
My throats giving in from this life it's living in
But I found a magic ointment, need a wife to rub it in
So thanks for stepping in, now it's time to be snugging in
My worlds a rugged in, that's where my love begins
Welcome to my reality, southern hospitality
Get your feet tapping like a hereditary malady
It's so to be glum, I'm slow to be fun
I throw the rope, row the boat, just to be done
To the path that I clung, when I'm 3à years young
I gather up the crumbs of the haunts where I hung
My hum drum heart drum lung leave you stung
So just take a toke and pass to someone
Some will succumb and be sold by the sum
So just take a toke and pass to someone

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Mister Glum

Le KKC est un cas à part. En cassant les codes et en déplaçant les cases, sur la base d'une basse puissante et le flow fatal d'un hip hop oldschool, ils réinventent un univers où l'universalité du swing côtoie la modernité de l'électro. Électrons libres, c'est sans artifices qu'ils ont mis le feu et rappé sur les scènes d'Europe depuis 5 ans maintenant.

Leur charme et leur âme, c'est de faire des mots une arme. Ils énoncent pour dénoncer, mais la seule leçon qu'ils donnent est sur la piste de danse. Impossible de ne pas lever les mains devant les insatiables musiciens. 

ILS SONT PASSÉS PAR :
LE CAFE DE LA DANSE – LE NOUVEAU CASINO – LA BOULE NOIRE – LE BATOFAR – LE BIKINI – LE RIO GRANDE – LE SPLENDID – FESTIVAL EUROPOPCORN – FESTIVAL RENCONTRES ET RACINES – LES FRANCOFOLIES DE LA ROCHELLE (SFR jeunes talents) – GLASTONBURY FESTIVAL [UK] – FUSION FESTIVAL [DE]

1994

KKC Orchestra

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