Cumbiarkana (Keny Arkana Vs Lucho Bermudez)(Baja Frequencia Bootleg) Free DL

Extrait de l'album de Contratakerz, "Parpaing en couilles"
Remix de "La Marijuana" de Jacques Hustin

Prod, scratch, Mix : Linkrust
Lyrics/rap : El Kasper & Ekors
Master : Nolive




La Marie Ju - Contratakerz ( Monkey Theorem - prod by Linkrust )

MP1point2 - Les 400 Coups - 02 - Les 400 Coups

Grain Blanc

Traveller

06 M.ERIC

Brassens Version 12.1

Extrait du projet "Musical Garden" sorti le 2 octobre 2015.

LMK
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Musical garden

LMK - Cry me a river (acoustic)

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

Spotify Apple

Beats & Vocals by Rael
Accordions are back with a vengeance! Played by Jo & Ollie #https://soundcloud.com/jocamel-1
Lyrics
I circle the huddle and tackle debate
The bass that wobbles, the shack that I shake
The case I take and gamble a stake
The worst that can happen, I step on a rake
Went out the door to juggle an oar
Fell in the water and struggled ashore
This is my ship so welcome aboard
Come to the bar and guzzle some more
Typical sympathy, what you gonna give to me
Keeping me company, working abundantly
People affronting me, what you gone done to me
Have to be blunt to be blunt, cunt
Bashing my brains, deliver the pain
Mashing membranes, deliver the gain
Flashing the frames, playing the game
Burning in flames, claiming the claim
Certainly getting hot and it's hitting me
Flatter me, smitten me, fleetingly bitterly
Hickory dickery dock, cock
I came to point my pen at your brain
Make you move a little bit strange
Make you move a little bit strange
Make you move a little bit strange

And I'm twisting the knife
Sick of the strife and the house and the wife
Sick of the dog, sick of the mob
Sick of the punch in punch out job
Sick of the day, sick of the night
Sick of being wrong when I want to get it right
Lined up the bait, now I gotta get a bite
Sick of the dark can I get a little light
The way that I come through
With a one two
Like some do, with a Kung Fu
When I'm confused
With a bit of booze in the cerveau
It occurred though
Officer go, like a turbo
My verbal hurdles infernal
Internal yearnings are burning
The steepest curve that I'm learning
Keep my head above vermin
I'm staying sober for Sega
I speak in codes and in layers
I walk on roads, they survey us
And every way leads to chaos
Got the ball and I'm rolling
I will give you consoling
Know my temperaments golden
All the best lines are stolen
Moving faster and pacing
Absorbing too much information
Secret handshakes of masons
Ancient Roman incantations
I'll be curing your patients
Like I got no limitations
They's collect your taxations
And protect you from temptations

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Breton Spook Dub

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

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 !

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Contacts Management : julie.luga@bajoelmar.fr
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