Pe 14 Mai vom avea in premiera pe unul dintre cei mai indragiti producatori de breakcore/ drum’n’bass with kinky lovely rhymes si un newcomer pe scena dubstep cu prajituri pentru zona intunecata.
Belladonnakillz
Cookie Monsta
The Filters Live!
DJ Grigo [Facem Records/ BOMB2TO]
Unlocka
14 MAI/ FABRICA CLUB
25 RON/ 22:00
Dharma Creative Prezinta
Vineri 09 Aprilie – Bass Fusion – Psychofreud
Bass Fusion inseamna reunirea unica a unui headliner de prima clasa intr-un eveniment ce fuzioneaza stilurile . Se intampla pe 2 scene .
MAIN de la reggae la Live Act pana la Drum and Bass,
Iar jos atmosfera se completeaza cu o scena lounge unde oricand ne putem delecta pe ritmuri Funk , IDM , Reggae , Dub , Hip Hop . Atmosfera si mai incitanta prin participarea Drum Circle si Bumclac ce va veni cu interactiune si expo.
Si sustinuta de :
Kaya Foundation ( Dub ), Mr.Chow ( Funk , Bossa Nova ) , Deeproots ( Reggae/ Hip Hop ) , Mista Dundeen ( Funk & more ) , Dr.Gonzo ( IDM )
PSYCHOFREUD – ( Vikings Champion Sound ) Producator norvegian , ce combina sunetul de reggae ragga jamaican cu stilul electronic . In ciuda prezentelor sale numeroase ramane unui dintre cei mai iubiti dj la noi in tara , producand de fiecare data un sbow de neratat.
www.psychofreud.com
Johnny King & GForceSound - un live cu origini africane , cu un selelecta de prim rang in spate in persoana lui Romano membru si fondator GForceSound - sound sistem ce a reusit sa ajunga in varful ierarhiei europene .
Yuffa & Hardcore – Gemenii sunt printre principalii actori ai scenei drum&bass din Romania si de absolut fiecare data au impresionat prin forta si energia degajata in timpul seturilor.
Raizah -prezenta feminina ce a reusit sa se faca ramarcata in scurt timp prin stilul explosiv si selectia ce de fiecare data a tinut publicul in picioare ,de data asta setul ei fi amplificat si condimentat de un Drummer si promite sa fie ceva inedit
Us( Kaya Foundation ) & Rastea ( East Roots Sound) vor deschide seara in ritmuri de reggae si nu numai
Fructe Dimineata & Goodies
Start:22.00
Intrare: 15 ron pana in 00:00 / 20 dupa
Locatie : Fabrica
www.bassfusion.wordpress.com
Va asteptam
I be thinkin 'bout that big - O
The way you used to rock it to me nice and slow
You used to do it 'til my back felt broke
You used to say give it to me - I'd say no
You used to talk that kinky shit up in my earrrs
And you would buy me pink pretty under-wearrrs
And I would moan cause you would make me feel nice
And you would make me feel like makin love twice
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
I like it cause you raised in the hood
Uhh, you put your back into it
I tell you no, change my mind, then I do it
You cute, you fine, you fire
I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
Heather Hunter must of got me inspired
To work for hours, fall asleep, get you tired cause
[Chorus]
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
Or the way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
I put it down like some brand new shoes
I can't stop thinkin 'bout you
The way you do what you do
With you I can not lose
Now let me put it down
[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good (YES!!)
[scratched] I be thinkin 'bout the way you do it good
[Missy Elliott]
He wan' take me to a ho-tale, see if it's good
If the nigga sm-ale, when I put it down
He like OH YEAHURR
Taste like apples and a bag of PEARS
Right here, right dere, everywhere
To the bed, to the kitchen, in the wooden chair
He like to hear me moan like MMM-YEAH
Boy's in the zone and I don't care
Sittin on his lap, pullin on my track
He piggidy piggidy piggidy piggy my back
In fact no slack, damn he the mack
He ain't got to work me like dat
[Chorus]
[scratched repeatedly] I'm the boss
[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
[scratched] I'm the boss, do the job, you hired
[Missy Elliott]
What I'm sayin, you the man, I'm in love
And I like when you do it rough
Hey shorty I can't get enough
Can't stop, won't stop - call me Puff
Hold me down to the ground, pick me up
Now move it 'round, break it down, hold up
Scream loud, black and proud, let's fuck
Nine to five, do it live, sho' nuff
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin
This is anti-autotune, death of the ringtone
This ain’t for Itunes, this ain’t for sing-along
This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde
Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song
Wrong, this ain’t politically correct
This might offend my political connects
My rap’s don’t have melodies
This shit make jackers wanna go n commit felonies
Ah, get your chain tooken
I may do it myself, I’m so Brooklyn
I know we facin a recession
But the music yall makin gonna make it the great depression
Ah, or your lack of aggression
Pull your skirt back down, grow a set men
Ah, ah.. nigga this just violent
This is death of autotune, ah moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin….begin
Holdup, this ain’t a number 1 record
This is practically assault with a deadly weapon
I made this just for Flex n Mrs. C,
I want niggas to feel threatened
Stop your blood clot crying
The kid the dog everybody dying
No lyin, your niggas’ jeans too tight
Your colors too bright, your voice too light
I might wear black four years straight,
I might bring back Versace shades,
This ain’t for Z100
Ye told me to kill yall to keep it 100
This is for Hot 9-7
The shit for clue for Khaled, for we the best n’
Nigga this shit violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence…
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin
Holdup, this shit need a verse from Jeezy… ay!
I might send this to the mixtape Weezy
Get somebody from BMF to talk on this
Give this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it
Get me foul to style on this
I just don’t need nobody to smile on this
You niggas singin too much,
Get back to rap you T-Pain’n too much
Ah, I’m a multi-millionaire
So how is it I’m still the hardest n—a here?
I don’t be in the project hallway
Talkin’ bout how I be in the project all day
That sounds stupid to me,
If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me
Yeah, just get violent
This is death of autotune, moment of silence
la da da da… hey hey hey goodbye
Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen
No I.D. on the track let the story begin…
begin… begin
Well they say you're having an affair
you're living it up, think you're a player
and I know there's something in the air
are you giving it up? Do you like to share?
It's the same dirty game
burning like a flame
it's gonna failure
but you wouldn't be mine, no
down on your sleep, living like a liar
laughing at your sleep
you don't know your name
Long time, it's the same vibe
it's a long climb back to daylight
high crime, it's not my time
I don't know why you can't see it
Well you're living life without a care
are you living enough? Or are you scared?
It seems to me you're unaware
maybe living too much
playing solitaire
It's the same dirty groove
wouldn't you like to move?
It's gonna failure
you can never be wise
you're down on your game
just the same old same
feel the pointed fingers, they're for you
Long time, it's the same vibe
it's a long climb back to daylight
high crime, it's not my time
I don't know why you can't see it (x2)
Well I ain't offended, my decision
you call me a liar, well you're ought to know
ain't it a most (??) by derision
isn't my try
now I got to go oh yeah
Long time, it's the same vibe
it's a long climb back to daylight
high crime, it's not my time
I don't know why you can't see it
Long time, it's the same vibe
it's a long climb back to daylight
high crime, it's not my time
I don't know why you can't see it
Because di riddim it cool, riddim it nice, riddim it sweet, riddim in check
'Cos some a dem a big up dem mout'
But dem know how fi check
'Cos mi cooler dan dem, cooler dan ice, cooler dan di north pole
'Cos dem want fi go test di rude bwoy but dem just can't do it
Whole heep dem want fi tackle and want fi impress
But you know say di artikal rude bwoy comin' live and direct
Because some a dem a big, some a dem small, some a dem kinda sweet
Nowadays girls dem just look how di Tukka eat
'Cos dem want see mi nice, want see mi sweet, want see mi now and everywhere
'Cos mi sit pon top a di riddim and just don't care
Because dem want see mi test, want see mi dis, want see mi now and like a dat
Because you know say di Tukka Yoot mi just a bubble pon di spot
Because you know say mi nice, know say mi sweet, know say mi better dan di rest
Who know see di Tukka Yoot, come catch him live and direct
Know mi all over town, know me six foot two, and mi come in a dance, you know mi do it for you
Cooler, cooler dan ice
Nicer, nicer dan breeze
Ready fi di nice up any dance because you know mi do wid ease
Follow mi now one, follow mi now
Follow mi now two, follow me
And three and four
'Cos you know say di Tukka Yoot mi come fi knock pon your door
But enuff a girls nowadays dem just like how mi chat
'Cos a riddim and blues, riddim and blues
Riddim and blues, riddim and jazz
Ma enerveaza de mor ca pentru melodiile astea nu prea gasesti lyrics. Daca le gaseste careva, sa le lase pe-aici!:D
You can buy it from here!
Ohh, my, my, my
I'm feelin' high
My money's gone
I'm all alone
To much to see, the world keeps turnin'
Oh what a day, what a day, what a day
Peace & blessins' manifest
With every lesson learned
If yo knowledge were yo wealth
Then it would be well earned
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not Believe in God
But they fear us just the same
Oh On & On and On &On
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Woo On & On and On &On
Allnight till the break of dawn
I go On & On and On &On
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Ooohhh On & On and On &On
God damnit I'mma sing my song
I was born under water
With three dollars & six dimes
Yeah, you may laugh
'Cuz you did not do yo math
Like one, two, three
Damn, Ya'll feel that?
Like one, two, three
The world keeps turnin'
Oh what a day, what a day, what a day
The man that knows something
Knows that he knows nothing at all
Does it seem colder in yo summer time
And hotter in yo fall
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not Believe in God
But they fear us just the same
Oh On & On & On & On
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
On & On & On & On
Allnight 'till the vultures swarm
I go on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
My cipher keeps movin like a rollin stone
Buu On & On & On & On
Mad props to the god Ja'Born
I'm feelin' kind of hungry
'Cuz my high is comin' down
Don't feed me yours
'Cuz your food does not endure
I think I need a cup of tea
The world keeps burnin'
Oh what a day, what a day, what a day
You rush into destruction
'Cuz you don't have nothing left
The mothership can't save you
So yo ass is gon' get left
If we were made in His image
Then call us by our names
Most intellects do not Believe in God
But they fear us just the same
Oh On & On & On & On
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Doh on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on
You can't fuck wit' me, so just leave it alone
Ooh way On & On & On & On
My cipher keeps movin' like a rollin' stone
Oh On & On & On & On On
And On & On
Here we go.
And now at number one is a cover version
Badly sung by someone who won a TV competition.
To start a full career that lasts all of one year,
Public don't shed a tear, here comes another one!
They only in it for the money but they're callin' it punk-pop.
Another boy band on a video in Top Shop.
Forgot the message of The Clash and Public Enemy
To be graduate of fucking Fame Academy.
Tonight Matthew they'll be head to toe
In their skater clothes singing a song about a punker show.
While punk bands count their fans on one hand
It ain't easy being independent.
Question...
Why do they say it's a shame
That every song is the same
When they only have themselves to blame?
(Get ready for another one.)
Another sound to consume (Yeah, get ready for another one.)
But we be dancing to a different tune.
They've hardly even begun (Yeah, get ready for another one.)
To manufacture the rape of punk to come.
Record company, mandem tell me
That radio need music be a likkle friendly.
Just like Di-bi-de they want to change we
But Laila got de individuality, check this...
Another number one is by a group that once
Had something good that's gone
But then they took the money and run.
That woman used to be a role model for females
Until the boom in trucker cap and baggy jean sales.
And now she's just representative for retail
And never dresses independent.
Question...
Where is the anger that burned
Against the wheels that turn?
I won't believe that it's dead and gone.
(Get ready for another one.)
Another sound to consume (Yeah, get ready for another one.)
But we be dancing to a different tune.
They've hardly even begun (C'mon, get ready for another one.)
To manufacture the rape of punk to... rape of punk come.
Yeah, must be the money!
So stand, be proud of this underground
That we have found, this is our sound.
Inside (We see them in their videos.)
this room (We see them on the TV shows.)
We are (Parading in their stolen clothes.)
as one, (It's rebellion for six year olds.)
Beyond (The public is addicted.)
The rape (To homogenised pop-crack.)
Of punk (They pump it in your living room.)
To come. (It's time to take it back.)
Another sound to consume (Get ready for another one.)
But we be dancing to a different tune.
They've hardly even begun (Yeah, get ready for another one. Ohh!)
To manufacture the rape of punk to... rape of punk to...
Rape of punk to... rape of punk to come.
