Daniel's Song Race • S07 E11 • Main Challenge

[Daniel]

SEASON 7 · EPISODE 11

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JUDGES

𝐴𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑎̀ / agni / ClassifiedCat / @garameaning

COMPETITORS

~Rethnas~ / Sel / James / Argüello / George J. / Syr / ough / Callum / Alper / Dimitris / Lᴇꜰ / alex(a)bg / Oisín / Matt / MaRtIn

VIEWERS

alexeh / ✨ Forrest ✨ / Jens / Ｊａｋｕｂ / Niklas / ROBERT 💙 / αndreas / Tufkai / CHAE WITH A C / Eke / Josh's Tattoo (Inactive) / Aglan / jstårsz / Dylan / Julian

[Aglan]

Curry setting a example with her entry

[Alper]

I hate balls

[Syr]

"Black Man In A White World" by Michael Kiwanuka Send a Song About Racial Issues 2:27+	Michael Kiwanuka is an indie-rock and folk singer from London that has made a name for himself by traking traditionally black sounds and modernizing them for a new generation. "Black Man In A White World" is a song that actually was written following his first tour in 2014, in which he noticed that a large majority of his fans were white. He grew up in White Middle Class England, and he said that the fact that black people were not attending his shoes made him realize "that we are still more segregated than we think." The song specifically focuses on bringing classical soul and jazz found in America throughout the first half the 20th century into the 21st century. He knows that specific types of music are consumed by different types of people, and he hopes that this song can be a gateway for his (mostly White) fanbase to be introduced to the classic jazz stylings he is inspired by. lyrics: SPOILER: Click to show I've been low, I've been high I've been told all my lies I've got nothing left to pray I've got nothing left to say I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white... I'm in love but I'm still sad I've found peace but I'm not glad All my nights and all my days I've been trying the wrong way I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I feel like I've been here before I feel that knocking on my door I feel like I've been here before I feel that knocking on my door And I've lost everything I had And I'm not angry and I'm not mad I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I've been low and I've been high I've been told all my lies I've got nothing here to pray And I've got nothing left to say I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm a black man in a white world I'm in love but I'm still sad I've found peace but I'm not glad All my nights and all my days I've been trying the wrong way I'm a black man in a white world (I don't mind who I am) I'm a black man in a white world (I don't mind who you are) I'm a black man in a white world (I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong) I'm a black man in a white world (Oh it's alright, it's alright) I'm a black man in a white world (Oh it's alright)
Anaïs is a musician through-and-through. She studied music among musicians such as Arca and Gallant, and is a certified fangirl of Nina Simone (she even dedicated a whole album to her). However, at heart, she is a black woman who is not afraid to be who she is. She was born in France to Senegalese parents who would soon divorce. She lived in Dublin for two years, and then spent the rest of her childhood and teen years in Dakar, Senegal. She's since moved to California, but is still true to her Senegalese origin. "Lost My Faith" is a reaction to "the despair and hopelessness that I felt as a person of colour from the persistent murdering or minorities before of their gender, secuality, and/or religious beliefs at the hands of police in the US." The song's identify is further enhanced by constant references to Senegalese culture and experiences. lyrics: SPOILER: Click to show Here we are, still as water And our hearts they brew up a storm We may fall, never broken, no, not at all Time and time, we've forgiven Shown how great of a love we found We may fall, never broken, no, not at all It will never happen, never happen, never happen again Never happen, never happen, never happen again Tell the lie, they tell the lie, tell us, when will it end? Will you? 'Cause I lost my faith in you In together, I trust Wash it all away No longer will I walk blind 'Cause I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you Brother, I know you're hurting I will carry you on my back That's how great, how great of a love I have It will never happen, never happen, never happen again Never happen, never happen, never happen again Tell the lie, they tell the lie, tell us, when will it end? Will you? 'Cause I lost my faith in you In together, I trust Wash it all away No longer will I walk blind 'Cause I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you In you, in you, in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you I lost my faith in you Your justice will remain unserved And our children, deemed undeserved And oh nah nah, oh nah nah, oh nah nah	"Lost My Faith" by Anaïs Send a Song by an Artist From A Sub-Saharan Country 2:53+
"Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot" by JPEGMAFIA Send a Rap Song By an Artist of Colour 1:45+	JPEGMAFIA is a rapper from in Baltimore, Maryland, USA. As a fellow Baltimore native, I am very aware of what his life could have been like growing up. Baltimore is a rough city, and a few years ago was one of the hotbeds for the Black Lives Matter campaign, and one of the focus points in America's battle against police brutality. However, additionally, Baltimore is one of the city's beacons for young black culture. In many serious ways, such as shaping how the youth view Black Lives Matters, but also in more silly ways, such as the energy JPEG channels in "Jesus Forgive Me, I Am A Thot." The song is a humble brag at heart, a common theme among the hip-hop genre. However, the heavy use of religious imagery makes a draw back to another aspect of black culture: church. Church is more than just church for many black communities, often being the very center of the community. Church meals, events, parties, and of course sunday morning services are essential. This song perfectly capture's the youth's balance of their priorities (thottin and boppin) and what is expected of them (church). lyrics: SPOILER: Click to show You think you know me When we rapping? Pray, pray, pray Pray you get in comfy your disguise Pray for my thots on the other side Pray for my children I can't provide, I feel 45 Pray when you shoot it's a homicide Pray for my haters they terrified n-word come kill me, I'm verified But I'm still alive, yeah I'm still alive Pray that I end up like Charlize Theron I'm so confused I ain't hard to find I push you pussies behind the pine Hope you get some shine, hope you get some shine It come out the pocketbook every time Feel like when I'm shooting I'm shifting time Dressed in your grandmomma's hand me downs, pussy n-word Sucka I'm prominent, I was anonymous I been in front you every time This ain't a bridge, it's a collared crime I put my soul into every bar Into every verse, into every rhyme I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said you better count your blessings for real, amen Pray, pray, pray Pray for my babies they doing time Pray that these crackers don't Columbine I just pray that I peak before my decline Make 'em hit recline You know my shooter a proper dime, clarity n-words, these bullets get entered in clips And go into the Kimber that hit your spine Britney this a sign, pray you grow healthy and hit your prime Ooh, I should pray for a better line But I don't wanna make all my peers resign 2035, I'll be 45 They say the church leave us all behind Speaking in tongues like I'm David Byrne Bitch I turn a threat to a nevermind, nevermind Pray for all of these n-words be lying and fronting for company Bitch, I'm a diva no punk in me Fuck you want from me, I'll put you under me, n-word I'll put your soul in a struggle bar I can't feel my face, oh god SMH, no ASMR (huh!) Show me where the prophets go Show me how to keep my pussy close She said you better count your blessings for real, amen Praise the motherfuckin' lord

[Dimitris]

"DON'T SHOOT" by Shea Diamond Song About Racial Issues Timeslot: 1:50

I had a hard time finding a song for the first category, but eventually I decided to go with "Don't Shoot" by Shea Diamond. Shea Diamond is an American singer, songwriter and transgender rights activist. The song "Don't Shoot" is a song against gun violence, a severe issue in the United States, but more specifically the violence towards black trans people. The song is a rallying cry for supporters of the Black Lives Matter movement against police brutality, as well as for queer and trans people of color who face other forms of violence every day, from harrasment to outright murder. "They say they don't see color but the blood stain show the bruise" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show Not your business but I've seen some shit Got snatched up by my mom when I was six I can still smell the smoke as the bullet missed That's a lot for a kid Had enough when I was fourteen I ran away so I can force down my dreams But I didn't have the knowledge The streets was too much Mama just taught me I wasn't enough You're safe so you live it up Hard days, you've never seen them love I'm not saying I'm the only one But damn some days don't it feel like it Hands up, please don't shoot They say that you'll love it if your mouth stay mute They say they don't see color but the blood stain show the proof Hands up, please don't shoot We'll living in a world but it can't take truth They say they don't see color but the blood stain show the proof Lock me up when I was nineteen There goes my twenties and there goes my dreams Put me on the yard and said sacrifice the queen That's a lot for a teen Cried so much when I was released Kissed the grass under my feet Modern slavery tried to get the best of me That's a lot for anybody You're safe so you live it up Hard days, you've never seen them love I'm not saying I'm the only one But damn some days don't it feel like it Hands up, please don't shoot They say that you'll love it if your mouth stay mute They say they don't see color but the blood stain show the proof Hands up, please don't shoot We'll living in a world but it can't take truth They say they don't see color but the blood stain show the proof Now I'm sitting in my fourties What I need I can afford it Butterflies on the red carpet That's a whole lot for me That's a whole lot for me

Sampa Tembo, known professionally as Sampa the Great, is a Zambian songwriter, rapper raised in Botswana, currently based in Australia. She was based in Sydney from 2014 to 2018, originally coming to Australia to pursue a degree in audio production at the SAE Institute. She released several EPs and mixtapes and since 2015's The Great Mixtape, the Zambian-born, Melbourne-based musician has flourished into one of Australia's formidable musicians. Her first studio album The Return was released in September 2019, which includes the song "Final Form". "Final Form" is an ode to the singer's Zambian heritage, while it also reflects on someone's ability and potential to grow until one reaches their final form. On the other hand, the song's music video was inspired by the belief of having a spiritual exodus back to yourself. The video is also filmed in Zambia, with the singer noting: "I want to clarify that I am Zambian. Born and raised between Zambia and Botswana, by a Bemba mother and Tumbuka father. To erase that by calling me anything but Zambian/African is to erase my history, culture and essence. Everything I was born from." "Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show The lace lady, travel with grace, baby I can’t afford to cover the costs of course, maybe Settle that one in court, 'cause judging by the basics Y’all already comfortable stuck up in the matrix Shit is basic, past credentials But understand your favourite rapper peep my GOAT potential I’m not ashamed, been passive Trying to fit a circle 'cause I don’t know how to act shit Half of y’all is steady insecure, don’t try to backflip Just because the seasoning of flow's already active Only four years, fantastic, young veteran, new classic Nah, knock the walls off Fuck the whole key, we gon' hinge the whole door off I’m still A.D., never forget it It’s life after death, roll the credits I hate to say my feelings for you still exist Credit my maker, take a trip to see Jamaica Marley spirit with the paper, back to Zion, that’s the nature Africa the new America, I hope our run is permanent And this I put my pen in it, got my land and my permit with it Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh Greatness in me, you can’t make me feel less Less hold, I’m not impressed Best mode, got my Afro like an empress Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Black power (Louder) Black power (Louder) Black power (Louder) Black power Last name Tembo, first name Eve Somebody ate the fruit they told The Great to never eat I’m drippin', DNA steeze It’s like I’m born great, I’d be mad too, jeez Third world win it, first world outdated No mentor, all my heroes assassinated We’ve been here, reincarnated Tryin' to finish what they started and we made it Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Great state I’m in, in all states I’m in I might final form in my melanin Black power (Louder) Black power (Louder) Black power (Louder) Black power I hate to say my feelings for you still exist But the steady pace and the truthful face is what I miss I don't need a—

"FINAL FORM" by Sampa The Great Song from Sub-Saharan Country Timeslot: 2:45

"UMAMI / WATER" by Le1f Rap Song by Artist of Colour Timeslot: 2:04 (first part) 5:00 (second part)

Khalif Diouf, known by his stage name Le1f, is an American rapper and producer. Initially known for producing tracks for Brooklyn-based alternative hip-hop group Das Racist, such as their popular debut single "Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell", he became known as a solo artist with the release of his debut mixtape Dark York (2012). Le1f is connected to other LGBT artists of color such as Mykki Blanco, Junglepussy, Princess Nokia, and Dai Burger. "Umami / Water" is featured on the singer's debut studio album Riot Boi which was released in 2015. The song is a two-part track with the first part "Umami" produced by Lunice and the second part "Water" produced by Evian Christ. As commented by the artist, the song was the "most challenging song because I’m not trans but I wanted to make a song that honored the trans movement and all my trans friends". Furthermore, the artist commented about a specific line in the second part of the song (quoted below): "A comment on my YouTube is not someone jumping me in the street. This line is about needing to do something for the people who are actually going through these things [homophobia, racism, transphobia] in way more blatant and brutal ways." "With salt on the wounds, I brew tea for my kingdom" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show UMAMI Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go Go fish, go fish, go Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go (Umami) You a world record, you a world record Come show off your gains, ma You very trailblazer Yup, she's a legendary diva Young Cleopatra, such a teaser Make all the boys wanna be her Caesar Was she born with it? Maybellina Still, she's the real no make believer I like her she's cool because she loves her body Educated smarty, savory sweet and she up in the party We up in party checking for keys and for drinks and nobody Walk that talk, that tic, that toc, that mommy Rock that body Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go Go fish, go fish, go Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go (Umami) She a jasmine smelling like a carnation A real princess, no flip animation Ooh mommy, don't wake daddy with this operation It's a risk and I'm glad to watch you take it Ay bro, go get the Hennessy ­it's an emergency Mommy looking like she work for the agency Conventional n-words ain't got no identity These enemies showing their love through their jealousy, man The ones who be hating Just hate the temptation If you don't get intersections Then get out of my section Come in disrespecting somebody And we might just walk you right out the party If we're feeling real cocky Might pull a stunt on anyone knocking Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go Go fish, go fish, go Ooh mommy, umami Umami, umami, ooh mommy Go fish, go fish, go (Umami) Girl, get the money, get the cash, live fast Give a show, let me know you ain't fuckin' around Girl, get the cash, get the money, live fast Let 'em know you ain't playin' with that ass Girl, get the money, get the cash, live fast Give a show, let me know you ain't fuckin' around Girl, get the cash, get the money, live fast Let 'em know you ain't playin' with that ass I love how you're keeping it real Tell me, how does it feel up in them heels? You keep giving whip appeal – no thottie frills It must be your intuition, it must be your skills Walk that talk, that tic, that toc, that mommy Rock that body You know you poppin', go off at the party like Go off at the party like you know you poppin Walk that talk, that tic, that toc, that mommy Rock that body WATER (Mami Wata. Olokun. La sirene. Oshun. Yemoja. Axé!) Soft suited flesh all in fluid It's already into you, you were born into it You can try to fight it, but strength isn't wisdom With salt on the wounds, I brew tea for my kingdom We sing beautiful tunes our mothers passed down to us Would you kiss her with that mouth? With that shit you let out? Salt in my tears, we only break sweats from laughter We move with no fears We live smoothly ever after I rather have water than money Use your third eye to come find me The grass is greener if you water it I be on my deep daughter shit Maintaining a paper chase But I don't support paper waste I hate bottled water but I love how bottled taste Take me to the source, straight to the minerals I'm up in the gully, it's so beautiful Evian flow raps, Savion the way this taps Tap, tap it like a faucet Wet me up and wipe me down Basic bitches hear the ocean in a shell Do the wavy motion when I yell Kiss the ring and see the crown

[Alper]

"BLUE LIGHTS" by Jorja Smith Song About Racial Issues Jorja stated the following about this track: When I wrote “Blue Lights,” I took a break from doing my media course work. I was looking at post-colonialism in grime music. A video I was watching was Dizzee Rascal’s “Sirens.” I was inspired to write this song. I was listening to some beat in my room, and I found this one, called “Jamie Keys” produced by Joyce. That’s who produced “Blue Lights.” I just started free styling it. Also I wrote this song because I was talking to loads of young kids. Part of my coursework was to do a little documentary, and I was looking at police versus grime music. I just went around interviewing kids at school asking them what they thought of the police. These little boys, mostly it was black kids that I was interviewing, people of color. Well everyone, but that was the main focus. These 11-year-olds, I was like, “Oh, what do you think of the police?” They were like, “Fuck the police! I hate them.” And I was like, “What have you done?” “Nothing, but I hate them,” And I was like, “It’s sad,” you know?It’s sad because we’re kind of … It’s instilled in us to have, well fear the police. You know? That’s what I was writing the song about. And it was about walking around with this guilty conscience, even though you haven’t done anything wrong.

Jorja Alice Smith (born 11 June 1997) is an English singer and songwriter from Walsall, West Midlands. Jorja attended Aldridge Secondary School. She released her debut extended play, Project 11, in November 2016. Smith has released several singles since January 2016 and collaborated with other artists, including Drake, Kendrick Lamar, Kali Uchis, and Stormzy. She performed as the opening act on Bruno Mars' 24K Magic World Tour in October and November 2017.[2] Her debut studio album, Lost & Found, was released in 2018 to critical acclaim and peaked at number three on the UK Albums Chart. In 2018, Smith won the Brit Critics' Choice Award. In 2019, she was named Best British Female Artist at the 2019 Brit Awards and was also nominated for the Grammy Award for Best New Artist. "I wanna turn those blue lights into strobe lights Not blue flashing lights, maybe fairy lights" In this song, Jorja keeps referring to "blue lights", which in my interpretation, is the police. Despite the main focus of the song not being about racial issues in general, I feel like both the music video and certain lines in the lyrics show that it can be interpreted as someone who's giving advice to their friend that will get arrested by the police soon, and that it won't be a surprise because we all know, cops are trash, and they almost never treat all people of color equally. The police is arriving, but we have no idea if Jorja is involved, this is not important, she would rather the lights be strobe lights from a party or a rave, or possibly a festival – Christmas or Bonfire Night. Flashing blue lights on the street look beautiful. All UK road signs are fitted with retroreflective coating which is especially reactive to blue LED lights. When the blues are on in a particularly built up area, the level of illumination and reflection is awesome, in the truest sense of the word. "Pause the poison to answer his message" Jorja refers to the music the character in the song as “poison” as the first four lines suggest he is filling his ears with the very things that would have someone running from the cops (gun crime, drugs, violence, etc.) "Hands you the tool as you question your friendship How's man like you gonna make me a convict? Level of a felon when I've done nothing wrong Blood on my hands but I don't know where it's from, oh You got blood on your hands but you don't know where it's from" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show I wanna turn those blue lights into strobe lights Not blue flashing lights, maybe fairy lights Those blue lights into strobe lights Maybe even fairy lights, not blue flashing lights Don't you run when you hear the sirens coming When you hear the sirens coming you'd better not run 'Cause the sirens not coming for you What have you done? You went to school that day Was a bit late, but it wasn't Monday Kept at the class for answering back You apologized, then you were coming out What have you done? (Into strobe lights) There's no need to run (Not blue flashing lights) If you've done nothing wrong Blue lights should just pass you by (maybe even fairy lights) Gun crime into your right and Drugs and violence into your left Before our headphones flooding The order into a subconscious waves you accept You're sitting on the fall back home (Where you're at G answer your phone?) Pulls the poison to answer his message Your voice sounds rush, fists for his adolescent What have you done? (Into strobe lights) There's no need to run (Not blue flashing lights) If you've done nothing wrong Blue lights should just pass you by (maybe even fairy lights) Tall black shadow as you're getting off the bush Shadow shows no emotion, so what's even the fuzz? But the face saw you boy cause a darker picture Of the red handed actees gonna whisper No blood, I'm sorry 'cause I know you got my back He was running, I couldn't think I had to get out of there Not long ago, you and ? into the shook ones Now what's really is part two, 'cause you're the shook one Hands you the tool as you question your friendship Has man like you gonna make me a convict? Never never felt, when I've done nothing wrong Blood on my hands, but I don't know where it's from, oh You got blood on your hands, but you don't know where it's from You'd better run when you hear the sirens coming When you hear the sirens coming Better run when you hear the sirens coming 'Cause they will be coming for you Run when you hear the sirens coming Better run when you hear the sirens coming When you hear the sirens coming The blue lights are coming for you What have you done? (Into strobe lights) There's no need to run (Not blue flashing lights) If you done nothing wrong Blue lights should just pass you by hmm (maybe even fairy lights) Run when you hear the sirens coming Don't you run when you hear the sirens coming Run when you hear the sirens coming Don't you run when you hear the sirens coming What have you done Don't you run Don't you run Don't you run when you hear the sirens coming

Born in Eritrea and raised in Amsterdam, RIMON has been on an unusual journey to become one of the most intriguing singers of her generation. Deliberately lo-fi and recorded in a bedroom studio in the East of the city, her sound incorporates elements of dancehall, neo-soul and hip hop. The result is a distinctly modern vibe that borrows nostalgia from past greats without getting lost in it. She’s been hailed as the new face of Dutch music and with just three tracks to her name it’s safe to say shes just getting started. "'dust" is a continuation of a once very sweet love story which turned out to not be so sweet in the end. It's a song showing the pain, rage and confusion that I've experienced when someone who I really loved, broke my heart," says RIMON on email. "My pain is filled with dust No potions for us" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show I'm running, I'm running The moment I heard it I guess I was nothin' And a new girl that you caught (that you caught) She, she is stunning You stare me deep, deep in the eyes With a sense of guilt 'Cause you knew how we build You knew my boundaries Stay, stay you fucking up the party and and done it That led to the hickeys and bruises As soon as I met your manoeuvres Like a vampire in the dark Huntin' for new blood, for new blood Huntin' for new love, for new love That will leave to new scars, that will leave to new scars That will leave to new scars My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust Pain is filled with dust Pulses and rust Swallowed my trust Pain is filled with dust Pulses and rust Swallowed my trust You frontin', you frontin' You keep telling lies I'm tripping, I'm bugging All I did was give my all Now I'm left punching the wall We in this club drunk as fuck, shit That must stuck in bed luck Second time goin' do this And you knew 'bout my last one So you did me dirty like my last one My neck's filled with hickeys and bruises As soon as I met your manoeuvres Like a vampire in the dark Huntin' for new blood, for new blood Huntin' for new love, for new love That will leave to new scars, that will leave to new scars That will leave to new scars My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust My pain is filled with dust No potions for us Used to circulate blood until you swallowed my trust Pain is filled with dust Pulses and rust Swallowed my trust Pain is filled with dust Pulses and rust Swallowed my trust I wanna dive in clouds But clouds don't work for me I wanna dive in clouds But is this what you need I wanna dive in clouds But clouds ain't what they seem Just how love deceives, just how love deceives, just how love deceives I wanna dive in clouds But clouds don't work for me I wanna dive in clouds But is this what you need I wanna dive in clouds But clouds ain't what they seem Just how love deceives, just how love deceives, just how love deceives

"DUST" by RIMON Song from Sub-Saharan Country

"UNEMPLOYED" by Tierra Whack Rap Song by Artist of Colour enjoy your potatos sir 👁 👁 —

Tierra Helena Whack (born August 11, 1995 a fellow Leo periodt) is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. She originally performed as "Dizzle Dizz" as a teenager, but later on reverted to her birth name in 2017. Her debut studio album, Whack World, was released in May 2018 and received widespread critical acclaim. Her 2017 single, "Mumbo Jumbo", had an accompanying music video that garnered a Best Music Video nomination for the 2019 Grammy Awards. "Rap got boring to me for a long time so I just started singing more, but it was one of those days where I was home recording in Philly and I was just like, 'Yo, can you give me the beat?'" the Philly resident explained of the tune's origin. "Then it was just like just hitting and I was just like, 'You know what? People think I can't rap anymore.' I'm like, 'I've just got to rap. I've got to rap.'" In the song’s music video, directed by Cat Solen, Whack slices her way through a towering pile of potatoes. With each karate chop and powerful squish, the potatoes come to life with cartoon eyes and weak smiles, fearful of their new fate. Come the end of the song, you learn she’s been cooking a dozen bowls of mashed potatoes, hash browns, and fries for a giant spud overlord of sorts. It’s an animation style reminiscent of the darker side of Pee-wee’s Big Adventure. Check it out below. "Took a loss to a winner Rick Ross, you been dinner" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show I must be a criminal (Yo) Keep your talkin' minimal (Yo) 'Cause most of it's subliminal (Yo) And it'll put you in a critical (Yo, yo) Used to be invisible (Yo) They would refer to me as mythical (Yo) Sippin' on Mastika, yeah, I sip it slow (Yo) Not on my level, not on your tippy-toes (Yo) Walk in the bank and I yell, "Gimme those" (Yo) Hot as a stove, yeah, I'm wearin' Fendi clothes (Yo) I'm want my spot, yeah, look at Wendy nose (Yo) My ni**as eatin', they gettin' minerals (Yo) If you throw shots, then you know my men'll roll (Yo) Up on your block, now you lookin' pitiful (Yo) Tinted the windows, I need a minute, yo (Yo) I'll leave your missus all mad and miserable (Go) You picked the wrong time to pick a fight Your bitch a dyke, she think she Ike You sippin' on a drink that's spiked Enough for you to say goodnight For the rest of your life I know your sons won't miss you I did a favor for them ni**as Took a loss to a winner Rick Ross, you been dinner You ain't fly, I make your wings stop I'm real as fuck and your ring's not Fresh as hell like a king's socks Your real car is a slingshot Don't need a gun, I use a slingshot If I was a beverage You would have to drink hot

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Category Is: Songs About Racial Issues "Strange Fruit" by Andra Day 3:58+

Racial issues have left huge marks in U.S. history. One of the most unsettling topics has been the lynchings of innocent African-American men, who make up the majority of victims. Much of these acts occurred in the Southern USA as a form of race-based violence and to reinforce white supremacy. Photographs have recorded these terrible events (you can see some in Wikipedia). Most of the lynchings occurred during the late 19th to early 20th century, but continued infrequently into 1950's. I want to send a song that has left an impact in history, and one that actually addresses a real racial issue. "Strange Fruit" was originally published in 1937 as a poem. Metaphorically, the victims are the strange fruit mentioned. Andra Day respectfully covers the song originally sung by Billie Holiday in 1939. Whereas in the past, the song protested lynching itself, today, she addresses the lack of memorials held for the innocent victims. The music video shows various actual locations that the lynchings have occurred. It's in this form that the victims become memorialized. Andra Day's melancholy vocals and the haunting, somber atmosphere brings out the vivid imagery of the lyrics. "Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show Southern trees bear a strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant South The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop

Category Is: Songs by a Sub-Saharan Artist "Suduruka" by Shanky 0:25+

Let's show the beauty of Africa and its people. The other songs I'm sharing are very dark and serious. I want this to be light and exciting as a contrast. Shanky was born in Zimbabwe and moved to the UK at age 13. Her style of music is primarily Afrobeat and Afrodance, very much in touch with her African roots, and it shows well in this song. "Suduruka" is upbeat and light-hearted. It very much carries the sounds of Africa both in the beat and in the lyrics. As an artist from Sub-Saharan Africa, Shanky is showing her African pride with this amazing bop. I'm ashamed to say I couldn't find any web page with lyrics to this song.

Category Is: Rap Songs by an Artist of Colour "Fuchsia" by Thed Jewel 0:42+

Thed Jewel is a Los Angeles-based rapper. Rap is Jewel's platform to help people, especially in the homophobic and sexist rap industry, to come to an understanding of equal treatment. His debut track "Fuschia" is a song about himself and his understanding of how society views his type of people. He prominently addresses two colors: black and fuchsia. Black is about his race and the stereotypes he addresses with. Fuchsia addresses his sexuality as a gay man. One of the most profound parts of the song is at the end. His last line brings out the two words associated with being gay (f*gg*t) and black (n*gg*). The song also samples an old song originally sang in prisons, which you can hear prominently after the song's drops. He himself knows this sound of "black men in prison joined in song." "My skin is black, sexuality is fuchsia" LYRICS SPOILER: Click to show I can predict the future We gon’ all die, but don’t make me choose ya My skin is black, sexuality is fuchsia Sounds good, nasty like kombucha I’m good with me, I like me The hood took me, didn’t stop me Shook me, fought me, taught me Then I graduated highly educated Under fabricated Kinda saturated Stereotypes in stars and stripes Wide nose, fat lips, watermelon finger, good lookin’ chicken Big dick, for five asses I’ll be stickin’ I was born in a hearse because I’m black first If this shit was rehearsed, then why this shit gettin’ worse? I know better, so we gotta do better Or do I care about you as much as you don’t care about me? No sugar in my coffee, ‘cause he so mean How’d he get in between all color scheme? Fuckin’ with the team Measured by simple things Tears keep my face clean Feelin’ jade green Mother Earth name is Rosie Pocket so full of posey So, we closey-wosey So we do do-si do-si We shall love her, hug her, fuck her, feed her, treat her like a leader Become a believer, so when we leave we need to Say hi, she reply That story was a lie You was just as high As any woman or guy you’re born as [?] You can be reborn as a f*gg*t n*gg* scorn ass

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