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In EUA, Hip-hop, Last Poets on Julho 20, 2008 at 2:14 pm


A expectativa era grande: em palco uma lenda viva do hip-hop, os anos 60 empenhados politicamente em mudar a política a partir do coração das pessoas, a encontrar uma plateia de de sub-20 e pessoas mais velhas recatadamente sentadas. Acrescentaria que era uma luta difícil pois esta música está carregada de poesia e história e exige do ouvinte muita disponibilidade.
Esta música gosta de se misturar com a vida e acredita que a palavra nos pode aproximar da verdade, que há um superficial e um essencial na vida logo que no nosso horizonte se perfilam os deserdados do mundo. Esta música dos avós do hip-hop, mesmo que um dia soe datada e antiga, mistura razão e coração e leva-nos a ganhar força para perguntar a única pergunta válida em política, “para quando é esse mundo novo?”.
A formação era o trio base de Don Babatunde Eaton na percussão, Abiodun Oyewole e Omar Bin Hassan na voz, acompanhados por Ronald Shannon Jackson na bateria, um baixo tocado por Jamaaladeen Tacuma e um rapaz suiço que vive em Nova Iorque nos teclados, numa formação de funk bem marcado.
Os dois rappers em boa forma mas a encantar a melodiosidade e o tom baixo de Abiodun Oyewole em contraponto ao mais agudo e teatral de Omar Bin Hassan, com a voz um pouco cansada. O ponto negativo do concerto foi o mau som nas vozes a prejudicar a compreensão da poesia. Basta comparar com as gravação em disco.
Tudo começou com um solo de batuque de Babatunde, seguido do relembrar dos muitos elementos que fizeram parte do grupo no passado. Seguiram-se entre outros Rain of Terror, e um espectacular This is Madness com Omar Bin Hassan a emocionar e a conseguir transmitir uma violência enorme.
O concerto fez concerteza rejuvenescer a esperança daqueles que ainda levantam o punho na direcção do coração, na capacidade de renascer no meio do superficial. “With love you can rise above the flames”. Mas também do fraco impacto da poesia que não se resume a meras palavras de ordem e incitações fáceis e quer contar a história e a violência e o amor tudo junto.
A maior transformação musical nesta década em Portugal, já a acontecer será o afirmar do hip-hop mestiço num ponto irrelevante entre Portugal, Angola, Cabo-Verde ou outros países que apareçam no meio. Espero que a meio apareçam a alguns os Poets a indicar o caminho menos fácil.
Long live, brothers!
Hoje as imagens submergem as palavras.
Depois vão ouvi-los, desde o lirismo de Black Rose à crueza de Rain of Terror que lembra o God Bless America de Bill Burroughs.
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Niggers are scared of revolution, Last Poets, 1970

Niggers are scared of revolution
But niggers shouldn’t be scared of revolution
Because revolution is nothing but change
And all niggers do is change

Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes
and hit the streets to make some quick change

Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond
and hope like hell their looks will change

Nigger kill other niggers
Just because one didn’t receive the correct change

Niggers change from men to women, from women to men
Niggers change, change, change

You hear niggers say
Things are changing? Things are changing?
Yeah, things are changing
Niggers change into ‘Black’ nigger things
Black nigger things that go through all kinds of changes
The change in the day that makes them rant and rave
Black Power! Black Power!
And the change that comes over them at night, as they sigh and moan:
White thighs, ooh, white thighs

Niggers always goin’ through bullshit change
But when it comes for real change,
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are actors, niggers are actors
Niggers act like they are in a hurry
to catch the first act of the ‘Great White Hope’

Niggers try to act like Malcolm
And when the white man doesn’t react
toward them like he did Malcolm
Niggers want to act violently

Niggers act so coooool and slick
causing white people to say:
What makes you niggers act like that?
Niggers act like you ain’t never seen nobody act before
But when it comes to acting out revolution
Niggers say: ‘I can’t dig them actions!’
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about getting high and riding around in ‘els’
Niggers should get high and ride to hell
Niggers talk about pimping
Pimping that, pimping what
Pimping yours, pimping mine
Just to be pimping, is a helluva line

Niggers are very untogether people
Niggers talk about the mind
Talk about: My mind is stronger than yours
“I got that bitch’s mind uptight!”
Niggers don’t know a damn thing about the mind
Or they’d be right
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers fuck. Niggers fuck, fuck, fuck
Niggers love the word fuck
They think it’s so fuckin’ cute
They fuck you around
The first thing they say when they’re mad: ‘Fuck it’
You play a little too much with them
They say ‘Fuck you’
When it’s time to TCB,
Niggers are somewhere fucking
Try to be nice to them, they fuck over you

Niggers don’t realize while they doin’ all this fucking
They’re getting fucked around
And when they do realize it’s too late
So niggers just get fucked up

Niggers talk about fucking
Fuckin’ that, fuckin’ this, fuckin’ yours, fuckin’ my sis
Not knowing what they’re fucking for
They ain’t fucking for love and appreciation
Just fucking to be fucking.

Niggers fuck white thighs, black thighs, yellow thighs, brown thighs
Niggers fuck ankles when they run out of thighs
Niggers fuck Sally, Linda, and Sue
And if you don’t watch out
Niggers will fuck you!
Niggers would fuck ‘Fuck’ if it could be fucked
But when it comes to fucking for revolutionary causes
Niggers say ‘Fuck revolution!’
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are players, niggers are players, are players
Niggers play football, baseball and basketball
while the white man cuttin’ off their balls

When the nigger’s play ain’t tight enough
to play with some black thighs,
Niggers play with white thighs
to see if they still have some play left
And when there ain’t no white thighs to play with
Niggers play with themselves

Niggers tell you they’re ready to be liberated
But when you say ‘Let’s go take our liberation’
Niggers reply: ‘I was just playin’
Niggers are playing with revolution and losing
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers do a lot of shootin’
Niggers do a lot of shootin’

Niggers shoot off at the mouth
Niggers shoot pool, niggers shoot craps
Niggers cut around the corner and shoot down the street
Niggers shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggers shoot dope into their arm

Niggers shoot guns and rifles on New Year’s Eve
A new year that is coming in
The white police will do more shooting at them
Where are niggers when the revolution needs some shots!?
Yeah, you know. Niggers are somewhere shootin’ the shit
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers are lovers, niggers are lovers are lovers
Niggers love to see Clark Gable
make love to Marilyn Monroe
Niggers love to see Tarzan fuck all the natives
Niggers love to hear the Lone Ranger yell “Heigh Ho Silver!”

Niggers love commercials, niggers love commercials
Oh how niggers love commercials:
“You can take niggers out of the country, but
you can’t take the country out of niggers”

Niggers are lovers, are lovers, are lovers
Niggers loved to hear Malcolm rap
But they didn’t love Malcolm
Niggers love everything but themselves

But I’m a lover too, yes I’m a lover too
I love niggers, I love niggers, I love niggers

Because niggers are me
And I should only love that which is me
I love to see niggers go through changes
Love to see niggers act
Love to see niggers make them plays and shoot the shit

But there is one thing about niggers I do not love
Niggers are scared of revolution

O vídeo de “Niggers are scared of the revolution”, aqui mesmo no blog, abaixo do de Jose James.
http://africalisboa.blogspot.com/2008/05/park-bench-people-jose-james-dreamer.html

E uma entrevista para finalizar, em inglês.
http://www.furious.com/perfect/lastpoets.html

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