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It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy
It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy

So tell Jack the jig's up
Go get what we're owed
Go Pack up the wag up
Get the horses on the road
Don't cross thy brother
Stay true to the code
Do love my abode
Though many foes do goad
I grew with the best of them
Remember the yester when
Life was a jester then
I was obsessed with them
Family blessed with them
Gods do pester them
Out on a quest with them
Memories a chest of them
Roll like a bacon bun
Crisp under baking sun
Keeping at it make it done
Making fun smoking gun
Two barrels
Had to come back with the wheel barrow
Feel shallow
Slim chances still card tarot
Send the arrow to the heart
Dig burrow to the start
Get your piece of the pie get your part of the tart
So sugar and spice curry red beans and rice
Another throw of the dice yes I may be enticed

It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy
It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy

Take spice from the east
Play pipes for the feast
Cake sliced into piece
No Pikes for defeat
No likes no thumbs
No orange in my rum
Dutch courage in my tum
Go forage go run
City parks city slums
Pretty smart pretty dumb
Witty art gritty gun
Get a grip come along
Take part you are young
Breathe deep in your lung
High start high strung
Bless people you're among
Do speak many tongues it's the gage of the language
Commit many wrongs it's the sign of the bandit
You cannot hide from the camera that's candid
Soon high tide better cross over sand bridge
Sandwiched in between
Bandaged keep it clean
Damaged need a dream
Visible high beam
Physical eyes gleam
Melt like ice cream
Running out of I steam
Wonder where have I been

It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy
It's the time of the gypsies
Dance if you're tipsy
Keep it iron crispy
Smoke rise wispy

Time Of The Gypsies

Para

Here's a little story bout a man named Martin
Labouring the fields his spade he sharpen
Nobody paid no mind discard him
Solo all alone his heart had hardened
Paid as a serf no loot no margin
Dig away the time his life departing
Hope dishearten the skies did darken
Kept to himself no talk no barking
Gave all is his time all he got was a dime
And some young cheap wine that he though rather fine
Nobody asked they knew he didn't mind
Nobody asked people too unkind

His face was grave, made freshly shaved
Digging, the Earth digging his own grave
Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him
So he just dug three
His face was grave, made freshly shaved
Digging, the Earth digging his own grave
Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him
So he just dug three

All he did was was work never did unwind
The monthly weekly daily grind
After many years face worn and lined
Dug so much would have thought that he mined
From Morning dawn to evening dusk
He worked as he must, in God, he trusts
He laboured the Earth, silent never cursed
It never got better, and it never got worse
He never spoke up and never spoke out
He didn't spend much, but he always had nowt
When you never wonder then you never have doubt
Learn to live with hunger inside lights out

His face was grave, made freshly shaved
Digging the Earth digging his own grave
Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him
So he just dug three
His face was grave, made freshly shaved
Digging, the Earth digging his own grave
Six feet deep wasn't necessary for a man like him
So he just dug three

Poor Martin (feat Dj Kirsa)

REMIX de l'album d'MP1point2
"Joue avec Les 400 coups"

Ce projet, c'est un peu comme si on avait prêté notre dernier jouet à des copains pour qu'ils nous montrent comment ils jouent avec. On a donc filé les pistes par pistes (les voix, les beats et les samples) des morceaux de l'album "Les 400 coups" à des potes artistes. Et eux, ils en ont fait des remixes, des reprises ou des covers.

Vu que leurs jouets sont super bien, ben on vous les fait écouter.

KKC ORCHESTRA :
Le Machiniste du KKC Orchestra et de GlassX, Señor Zazou aime l'électro swing et le dubstep. Pas étonnant qu'il ait choisi de triturer "Des artistes". Pas étonnant non plus qu'il nous ait balancé un remix punchy faisant la part belle aux basses qui tâchent et aux breakbeats qui frappent. Enlève ton chapeau, ça va décoiffer.

Version WAV du morceau sur soundcloud : https://soundcloud.com/mp1point2

Un grand merci aux artistes ayant participé : Grant Lazlo, KKC Orchestra, Antibiotik (Scarecrow), Mr Bibz, Dj Ro, Favo, NoiszStar, Strange Enquête, Riot Pata Négra, Dirty Groove, Le Passager, MJFPmusic, Booby, K-sper, Metafisix, Le Z, Sket, Alec, Yellow…

L'album original est disponible :
Lien pour commander l'album : http://bit.ly/les400coupsCDpreco
Lien pour acheter la version iTunes : http://bit.ly/les400coups-itunes

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MP1point2 - Des Artistes (KKC ORCHESTRA  Remix) FREE DL

9. Lloyd Banks - MADE A FOOL OF ME

Portraits ft Augustyn ft KidXn

Syntropia disponible ici en Digital et CD: https://dodjoma.bandcamp.com

Né de la fusion des quatre univers atypiques de ses membres, DODJOMA
vous invite à un partage musical inédit, porté et accompagné en live par la danse
Un mélange puissant où des émotions subtiles se forment et s’accordent, pour vous amenez à l’intérieur
de vous-même.

Syntropia 

4 - Dodjoma - Le Temps Des Carottes

From the album "SatuMare-Bristol" - Pad Brapad 2009

SatuMare-Bristol

Ben Hora

N'avons-nous pas tous des problèmes de riche, à notre échelle ? Plus qu'une simple critique des riches caricaturés dans le morceau, "Mon infortune" pose la question de l'argent dans notre société et, dans une certaine mesure, de la futilité des problèmes que l'on a parfois. Entre sarcasme et humour, chanson et hip-hop, mélodie entraînante et clin d'oeil balkanique, ce morceau caractérise merveilleusement le son MP1point2.

"J’ai des problèmes de riches / Mon infortune m’attriste"

MP1point2 - Mon infortune

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

Au croisement de la chanson française, du rap et de la musique électronique, MP1point2 allie énergie, engagement et humour, en proposant une musique
hybride résolument actuelle.

Dans la lignée de groupes comme JAVA, Zebda, IAM ou M.A.P., ils dépassent les aprioris et griffent leur style grâce à un sens de la formule aiguisé et à des beats percutants alliant groove et sensibilités.

Pré - sélection Midi Pyrénées du Printemps de Bourges 2012, catégorie Hip - Hop, MP1point2 a, au fur à mesure de nombreuses scènes, aux côtés de têtes d’affiche prestigieuses tels que le Wu Tang Clan, De La Soul, Dizzee Rascal, Joey Starr,
Assassin, les Ogres de Barback, HK et les Saltimbanks, Raggasonic, Nasser, et bien d’autres, acquis une maturité artistique certaine.

Avec ce nouvel album, intitulé « Les loups », MP1point2 révèle sur CD toute son originalité. Le quatuor y chante la société, le monde, les gens, leurs coups de gueule ou leurs coups de grâce.

A coup sûr, la découverte (bonne humeur) de l’année !

Contacts Booking : romain@bajoelmar.fr
Contacts Management : julie.luga@bajoelmar.fr
Contact Médias : romain@bajoelmar.fr