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  • pantera'nin vulgar display of power albumunden en saglam politik/toplumsal mesajli $arkilarindan biridir. tam adi no good (attack the radical). 101% proof pantera attitude iceren bir $arkidir. pek bilinmeyen, calinmayan bir $arkidir ama, sirf $u sozler icin bile eli opulesi, ba$in uzerine konasi bir yapittir:

    no chance, not for a minute
    not for a second i won't be defensive
    i'm straight out in my opinion
    you'd better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
    i've seen your side
    you run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
    be superior and know your interior

    hani bir adama kopek oldugunu, it oldugunu, a$agilik oldugunu, o degil feri$tahi gelse de fikirden cayilmayacagini daha guzel anlatan ba$ka sozler de sarfedilebilir ama, gonul bunlara takilir kalir i$te sevgili dostlar... bari sozlerin tamamini sunayim da keyifler peki$sin*:

    in the states
    there's a problem with race
    because of ignorant past burned fires
    from evolution
    we've been killing each other
    i figure man should have it down to a science

    no chance
    not for a minute
    not for a second
    i won't be defensive
    i'm straight out in my opinion
    you'd better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
    i've seen your side
    you run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
    be superior
    and know your interior

    race, pride, prejudice
    black man, white man
    no stand
    live in the past
    we make it last
    a hated mass
    no solution
    mind pollution
    for revolution

    so low behold my eyes
    this land of fools will rise
    no good
    for no one

    you blame oppression and play the role of criminals
    to rape and burn show progress is minimal
    white hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
    living, breathing
    violence in your city

    if one man
    had one home
    in one world
    held live alone without variety
    full of anxiety
    no one to point at, question
    or even talk to -- in his private grave
    no matter what color
    he wouldn't be saved from hell
    he dwells
    a closed mind playing the part of prison cells

    race, pride, prejudice
    black man, white man
    no stand
    live in the past
    we make it last
    a hated mass
    no solution
    mind pollution
    for revolution

    so low behold my eyes
    this land of fools will rise
    no good
    for no one!
  • bir de hani benziyor diye
    (bkz: its no good)
  • you're no good for me,
    i don't need nobody.
    don't need no one,
    that's no good for me.
    (bkz: the prodigy)
  • tam ismi: no good/start the dance
  • ing. işe yaramaz, değersiz kişi veya obje
  • klibi de kendisi de ayrı leziz olan prodigy şarkısı. şarkıyı dinleyip kayıtsız kalmak imkansız; alpay özalan gibi istiklal marşı söylettirir adama.

    edit. klibi ne lezizi, gelmiş geçmiş en iyi müzik videosudur.
  • plan b tarafından grime dünyasına dahil edilen prodigy orijinli parça. stop motion video; peter gabriel ve the cure dalgalanması yaşatıyor.
    burdan yakın: http://www.boardsmag.com/…ningroom/musicvideos/2105
  • kanimca elektronik muzik adina devrim tadinda bir parca. yerin altindan* ustune* cikan oncu birlik. elektronik muzigin danstan cok daha fazla sey ifade edebilecegini, ya da sadece soyle desek de olur; bir seyler ifade edebilecegini gostermis, kesinlikle eskimeyen bir yapiya da sahip tanim niteliginde bir sarkidir. bir muzik dalini sevmiyor, dinlemiyor, sallamiyor olabiliriz fakat iyi muzik her zaman ovguyu hak eder.
  • süper bir nappy roots parçası.

    [b stille]
    yooooo!
    i said yooooo!
    for all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
    this for my country thug street yeagas!
    you know we gon'

    [hook]
    smoke good, drink good, eat good, fleetwood
    nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
    yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
    folk round here be up to no good

    [verse 1]
    [skinny deville]
    my yeaga lookin like one of them days
    i got a franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
    and 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
    money spent, ben gone, left me with the hamil-ton
    window tint, same ol' song
    lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
    bump my song, get drunk, get it crunk
    country-fried, pack a blunt
    erything tight, volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
    in a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
    turn the page, flip the script
    hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
    in the hatchback, ass fat
    nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
    sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
    mashed-out, fleetwood, cadillac, headed south
    woodgrain, pure grain, hold it in and let it out
    bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
    get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

    [hook 2x]

    [verse 2]
    [b stille]
    we makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
    who seperate the real from lames
    yeaga b stille's his name
    (where you from?)
    the ville, lagrange, to mills and fane
    look how far louisville's done came!
    now break it down

    i like my pockets fat
    and my weed green
    and my liquor brown
    and my hens clean
    with they panties down
    and a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

    check, check
    my mic vocals, is like choke-holds
    fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
    and purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
    i'm from a place where blood spills and stains
    filled with drug deals and gangs
    yeagas with gold grills and thangs
    drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
    it's nappy, dawg, untamed
    southern slang, unchanged
    we sendin' slugs through ya brain
    (fuck what you know, good)
    and all my thugs, for the sane

    [hook 2x]

    [verse 2]
    [fish scales]
    a cool cat, with a pimp hat
    cup fulla gin-jack
    dreaded out, throwin up deuces
    when i'm headed out
    slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
    throw the prices up and set it out
    real niggaz never doubt
    swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
    make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a optimo
    keep the change, got to go
    flirt, tryna talk dirty
    georgia-bred, you can tell by my hawk jersey
    hit me up if you get off early
    then i dap out, so clean
    yo honey actin' mo' mean
    napped-out, momma asking me "what's all that 'bout?"
    say i got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
    country boy with country game
    never spittin' nothin' lame
    get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
    my shit stay nappy, split ends stay happy
    bad threads must've came from his pappy
  • klibinde metruk bir binada muzik esliginde tepisen gencler ya da genclerden sadece birinin balyozla duvar yikmaya basladigi prodigy sarkisi. cok guzel parcadir. uzerine voodoo people dinleyerek bir balyoz da siz kapabilecek kadar gaza gelebilirsiniz.