no good

• 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.
• kanımca zamanında bir çok nu-metal grubunun riff arakladığı sağlam pantera şarkısı.
• 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