Let The Dead Bury The Dead

by Rusangano Family

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04:07
[Verse 1] – MuRli The mic's on this time I better be heard I met love but She was gonna get hurt This life choice brought me trouble at church While I'm still trying to convince my mum that it's work  Stories I thought I couldn't tell  Till I realised lies don't play fair So forget it! It's not a fluke that I made it here So who the hell am I fooling trying to keep it secret, While the prophecy had come true over the past year But emotions got the better share Heartbreaks of watching my big bro playing pallbearer  Rest in peace to the originator Before we came together under the name you struggle to say I pondered upon the future on a regular day 30 shows later, you could find me doing the same Coz a lot has changed since then but we're still just getting trained  [God Knows] Nowadays every other ten-year-old says to you they’re the best MC You can't tell me you're the best if you don't know Chuck D While that might make me public enemy number 1, I still got the Flavor Flav God gave me favour fave, if you don't pay we don't play If you don't pay, we don't play Big man sound haffi come out of my way On a serious note we don't make serious notes So to be a musician was a serious choice Momma didn't like it, daddy didn't like it Aunty didn't like it, uncle didn't like it So guess what, history's made And we’re still ain't getting paid This one’s for the Irish crowd who keep old school like the Irish pound I'm a pro, I make pennies from IMRO I can’t lie I can't even go Penneys with this bro Rusangano made waves last year, They cut my dole because of Snoop last year I thought we would be in LA by now last year We met Ed Sheeran this time last year Gave me and MuRli real advice last year Got played on BBC later that year Guess what my dad still didn't care I'm not a doctor, I'm not a lawyer, to the eyes of my family I'm still a failure I’m not a preacher, I’m not a pilot, to the eyes of my family I'm still a failure Figure that! [MuRli] I've been thinking of a master plan  But all I got is a pen and a mic in my hands As the Indian dance to precipitate the reign  Like the 'Agbadja' dance that spearheaded my name When I, dropped the call coz the fam's outside To pick me up to go play live at Lifestyles Where the Cork fans met me rocking a Dutch wax Got my first sound cheque bought a new watch Mark my time and keep it ticking while I rhyme To remind myself why, I had to resign Everybody gotta give up something for something else For better or worse without a chance to rehearse See, the stage’s too big till you set foot on it That's why 90% of my friends still doubt me How bad a breath can a mouth conceal And refuse to reveal to the hand that feeds it? Fears of being alone in the days that are dawning 95% of my acquaintances stopped dreaming  I'm guessing they don't want to die trying, do you? Only my legacy would tell you what I would do [Bridge] So I heard, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards So they said, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards So they told me, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards And they said, it could only make sense backwards But I got to live it forwards [Verse 2] – God Knows Growing up my parents never listened to ABBA Only Shabba, Mr. lover lover was that number Grew up listening to Ragga, Spragga Benz and Bounty killer Capleton and Ninja man, Super Cat and Lady Saw Elephant man, merciless was a baddman Growing up you would have thought I was a yard man Back in secondary school nobody knew wagwaan Just a lickkle ode to the king of the dancehall…
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[Hook] – MuRli If I hear you talk that nonsense again, I’m putting out the house  I sent you to school to become anything but a flipping blabber mouth  My friend Ben's son's already tipped to become the Irish Obama And all you do is making up lies on paper, calling it drama If I hear you talk that nonsense again, I’m putting out the house  I sent you to school to become anything but a flipping blabber mouth  My friend Ben's son's already tipped to become the Irish Obama And all you do is making up lies on paper, calling it drama [Verse 1] – God Knows New people know me now, some point me out, you can call me Al Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard That's from Graceland First time I ever saw an African bass man Pardon my train of thought but I took the alternative route I took my alternative mouth, gave it options I got alternative chow But how am I meant to eat if y’all don't pay My mother looks at me like I'm younger everyday I'm the new Benjamin Button I'm nothing I'm something, I'm something I'm nothing I got the emotion lotion, disappointment ointment Tons and tons of resentment potions This ain't an anxiety pool my brother, this is a frank ocean So, I'm sorry Mrs. Jonas, never meant to make your husband cry I apologised a trillion times I am for real Williams! Nah I got Soul Williams I can go back and forth Serena Williams all along I feel I've been Robin Williams Laugh at my pain and break my Kevin Hart Decline my credit card, let the debt bury the debt I owe you success, sincerely yours regret! Let the debt bury the debt I owe you success, sincerely yours… [MuRli] Regret? Is that what I paid for? Tuition from year 1 to 4?  All my fights to get you to conform to higher norms Only for you to sabotage my values… for an art form? Now that's frustrating  I curse the day I brought you to this city The urban life, got you feeling like you're smarter than I But you're a prodigal child, media been selling you lies, planting a seed in your mind [Hook] If I hear you talk that nonsense again, I’m putting out the house  I sent you to school to become anything but a flipping blabber mouth  My friend Ben's son's already tipped to become the Irish Obama And all you do is making up lies on paper, calling it drama If I hear you talk that nonsense again, I’m putting out the house  I sent you to school to become anything but a flipping blabber mouth  My friend Ben's son's already tipped to become the Irish Obama And all you do is making up lies on paper, calling it drama [Bridge] – MuRli You're killing my pride Look how you nullify all my sacrifices to keep you alive How could you be so selfish to satisfy your sinful desires Your dream’s a vice, hobby became your vice and your career's alike We're in ephemeral times, everything green expires wisdom cultivated in countryside Lift up your eyes, see the fields are white for the harvest, get a grip see the signs Or regret your choices, the days ain't kind But I've insured mine, with a BA in mass migration and survival For you. Now, it's payback time Blabber mouth!!! END
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03:24
[Chorus] So you gotta turn the lights on, Leave the light on for the life that he lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the light on for the life that she lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the lights on for the life that they lived So you gotta turn the lights on, let it shine one in the life that you live So you gotta turn the lights on, Leave the light on for the life that he lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the light on for the life that she lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the lights on for the life that they lived So you gotta turn the lights on, let it shine one in the life that you live [Verse 1] – God Knows I landed in Ireland in 2001 About the same time that Dre dropped 2001 Thirteen years later the Album's done Rusangano presents Non-national With an Attitude Volume One I'm disrespectful I spit on beats I got my voice back I'm D.O.C I'm G.O.D.K.N.O.W.S but my peers look at me like I'm their O.G I stick to myself no PVC Used to play my riddims on PS2 before we got played on BBC Where would I be without JME? Without knowing he helped me see that I couldn't be anything else but me Half Yoruba, half Igbo Lyrics like that freed my soul Thought I had to be American, thought I had to be English, everything else but Irish, Before it's the black boy from Caimans school surrounded by white like my Iris I just wanted to be Harlem, I just wanted to be London I just wanted to be Trench Town, now it's time to be Shannon Now it's time to be Limerick, get used to my surroundings Where would Limerick be without GAMAK? [Chorus] So you gotta turn the lights on, Leave the light on for the life that he lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the light on for the life that she lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the lights on for the life that they lived So you gotta turn the lights on, let it shine one in the life that you live So you gotta turn the lights on, Leave the light on for the life that he lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the light on for the life that she lived So you gotta turn the lights on, leave the lights on for the life that they lived So you gotta turn the lights on, let it shine one in the life that you live Shine on! [Verse 2] – MuRli A graceful loser at making up my mind I'm certain my dome would have been empty without the generous ones That had preceded my time left me a treasure to find I put the smile on your pretty faces but the pleasure is mine For what's MuRli if Ren and DMC never rhymed? Or even Wiley across the pond the godfather of grime  My grandfathers have died before I discovered their arts Broken my hearts, and school couldn't keep me in line But I finished it so my people have a reason to brag For we've been hated and loved before the Game had a .... Coz my mother had a dream I'm still trying to make real So the passion you feel whenever I'm gracing a stage or a field Is an extension of everything Koffi made me feel  A Magic System, got me travelling time to Prince Nico Prompted my best impression at 7 like Luis Figo Since then my poise remains undefeated like Steven Seagal Turn the lights on END
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[Verse 1] - MuRli Is it bad that I contemplate an exit to focus on myself instead of serving the masses? Is it sad that I ask to be respected when I'm busy at work yet few ever get the message? Is it fair to deprecate my music, undervalue my statements for instruments I ain't using? Is it here that you're expected to lose it, spazz on social media looking ever so stupid? Since the records don't sell no more It's like the industry's only got air in store Coz that's all I get when I got to these shows And the bands try so hard to redefine boredom Hip hop, I'm giving you nothing but tough love How gon' grow your audience on popcorn MCs, please move the crowd Regardless of being above or underground [God Knows] Because the bloggers got a gun, I got my hands in the air yelling please don't shoot us Zimbabwean lion in this jungle and there's poachers everywhere I'm roaring please don't don't hunt us Making records nowadays is like pulling teeth Don't be that dentist Let me be honest, it's not about blunt it's not about spliff, The only thing smoking inside no e-cigarettes I don't wanna brag same reason why Tyler, The Creator and Keeth is a chief The braggadocio is self ownership Me and vanity don't have a relationship And as pop culture moves on to censorship And as the guilt trip luggage turns into baggage With money in the industry harder to salvage I wonder will you download my e-press package With another tab open searching for courses, no 5 Mics no Sources We’re just underground hype, horses for courses I'm not on a role, I'm on the road! Trying to make dreams into streams, cheers into screams, shows into cream, as easy as it seams, Another level another devil I go to church to keep my head level [MuRli] Most careers in the game are now made in China So you triple double check when it's time to sign on With both sides of the same coin striking Only thing left in the middle is a hyphen  Majority wouldn't believe it That's how I started embracing all my minorities Squeezing on my belly for a living By now my hunger got a split personality Either way it all plays to my advantage like when the ref say play on even after you foul me Even after the honey moon period You wake up to find me red hot. Period!  Breaking so many hearts to be a star better be Sirius Unless you only got two senses you're feeling us Giving our blood, sweat, tears and bone marrow On our March through that gate that's ever so narrow No track-star but I'm in this for the long run Ethiopian records on my dashboard  And till I'm all flat, bet I can't stop  You can keep waving the flag my brake broke Well We gotta find that balance? There's too many man on stage these days We need some more girls up there parallel that track from BBK [Chorus] Love in the time of war Love in the time of war Love in the time of war Can you mirror heaven when all hell breaks loose? Love in the time of war Love in the time of war Love in the time of war Can you mirror heaven when all hell breaks loose? [Verse 2] - God Knows] I don't have American Idols, not a based God, 6 God, not even a fella in the Wu he's not U-God Oh Lord! I'm sorry but Jamar is not The Lord You can drill it to me 16 billion times You can be slim but you still not Jesus I've been doing this since early nah I'm serious I've been doing this sincerely I don't have to be my bro to tell you that I'm early Always thought the older I got the more that I knew but I quickly learned even at 20 I was still 5 times 4 I am a Don of 4/4, four to the floor before I fall to the floor Create a legacy, love all mankind, free my people before I fall to the floor Raw to core, do it for the Father not for show Wanna spit a couple raps get a couple braps Share a few laughs and I'm chuffed That's just me, no matter how many times you invite me, I don't want to play candy crush Now back to the bars, do it for the love not the buzz, But let's just keep it real still gotta get paid cuz I've been conflicted bro, I just wanted people to like me more Word to Yeezy, been doing this since folks said for shizzle my nizzle I've been on the grizzle since little And I've been more fire since Lethal the bizzle and H to the Izzo I've got mixed emotions but they weren't mixed my Ali, MynameisjOhn actually! END
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03:12
[Hook] Pain in my heart, Pain in my eyes Gimme plenty tears Pain on my mind, coz petty thoughts won't let me sleep Pain in my blood, lump in my throat won't let me speak Pain in my jaw, My venom sac's about to leak Pain in my heart, Pain in my eyes Gimme plenty tears Pain on my mind, coz petty thoughts won't let me sleep Pain in my blood, lump in my throat won't let me speak Pain in my jaw, My venom sac's about to leak [Verse 1] - MuRli So sick and tired of these internet wisdom teeth  Every time they show up that's a lot of pain guaranteed With one liners that stick to your heads like Ghana weaves  They're everywhere from real misogynists to wannabes... (Ok folks, we'll be right back after this non-commercial break) GK Born with a superiority complex they lack context  Like the type who's gon' read Matthew 5: 30 and become armless  Listen to them complain and you tempted to laugh Till it knocks you to your knees and say a prayer for their other halves That they shouldn't have They're far too right but too far from reason Pushing the rest so far to the left they're falling off the spectrum  Throwing tantrum So it's a war in bedlam now who's gon' be the victim? Usually her who's just trying to be heard The battle for emancipation took its toll on her  So the prevalent chauvinism creeping into her senses too Now momma's getting slated just for having an attitude  To put you in check because your moaning's getting out of tune Chorus X2 Pain in my heart, Pain in my eyes Gimme plenty tears Pain on my mind, Coz petty thoughts won't let me sleep Pain in my blood, lump in my throat won't let me speak Pain in my jaw, my venom sac's about to leak... Pain in my heart, Pain in my eyes Gimme plenty tears Pain on my mind, Coz petty thoughts won't let me sleep Pain in my blood, lump in my throat won't let me speak Pain in my jaw, my venom sac's about to leak... Verse 2(God Knows) And we're back... I never met a true racist,  But on a daily basis I shrink from their existence, my face stuck on Hades I wonder who I fear more, them or my loosened laces? Daily mail or Facebook? (Donald's trump or mazes) I'm tracing for my descendants? With my finger in the dirt to carve out a new sentence Fidgeting with the first stone  I'm losing sight of reality through my iPhone Scroll up! Won't find a single female in my friend zone Makes it easier to laugh out loud at a sexist joke Coz Unilad's as controversial as a can of coke Before I reddit I closed my eyes and imagine the good laugh in the ears of men of all sexes Deprived of privileges they couldn't crack a smile, they've all been botoxing. Yesterday I wore the fleece of a victim Now I'm a culprit with a bow and arrow like cupid No love, just painful wisdom teeth! Pain, pain, so much pain Stop! Stop it! Stop... Shaming! END
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04:10
[Verse 1] - God Knows Transition plane from Turkey, but you gotta be cold turkey No syrup no glue, no English no clue Just dry skin on a Air bus Took off in Lagos and only Europe can save us Them Yoruba and Igbos, big egos in Heathrow No jacket, never seen snow Not a metaphor for class A, just yes yes never no no Just silence in the customs, just prayers in the bathrooms Black cleaners in staff rooms Advices and vices, spices and juju Voodoo what they told you Sprinkle holy water, for your sons and daughters that you left in your country Now patience and passport when they ask you on entry When they ask you on entry [Chorus] Black man with no visa, trying to get with Shifra She's just a local girl I met in a Pizza Hut White man with a visa, trying to get with Sika She's just a local girl I met in Kinshasa    Black man with no visa, trying to get with Shifra She's just a local girl I met in a Pizza Hut White man with a visa, trying to get with Sika She's just a local girl I met in Kinshasa    [Verse 2] - MuRli I'm feeling like taking a chance with her let down my guard and be on her radar But government owns all radars, clandestine, how would I date her? I'm on 20 euros a week and my pocket is weak so no cash in my strategy On top of that I am an artist, opposite of regular salary Profile is on airplane mode, can't connect to her network so Can't compare to her net worth and I'm probably deported by next year plus My vision is bleak, my status is peak, no sense in the tongue I speak My daily meal is Gari, missing from her vocabulary I'm living on fish and chips but deep inside I'm craving fetri Honestly, I should have let her go but then I made it here coz I never let go What you know of all the lies that I used to get through? When I see Police I'm Amadou Diallo Haunted by the bodies Sahara swallowed, did I flee Lampedusa to die over you? Did I flee Lampedusa to die over you? (God Knows) Did I flee Lampedusa to die over you? [Chorus] Black man with no visa, trying to get with Shifra She's just a local girl I met in a Pizza Hut White man with a visa, trying to get with Sika She's just a local girl I met in Kinshasa    Black man with no visa, trying to get with Shifra She's just a local girl I met in a Pizza Hut White man with a visa, trying to get with Sika She's just a local girl I met in Kinshasa      [Bridge] - God Knows It's not all black and white, zebras and pandas Shifra’s and Sika's, asylum seekers Sugar daddies in slippers, spooning Nubian grim reapers This is where history finds us, our history binds us No blacks, no dogs, no Irish… [Outro] – MuRli & God Knows Depressed under pressure of making decisions To change my feathers and flock with the others You’re taking new measures to block my manoeuvres I shoulda foreseen it with so many siblings That made it on TV for challenging gravity Floating on sea but I'm stricken by poverty Wars and politics, famine and disease Blinding promises I never got to see Stuck in Heathrow, never got to oversea But I could've been under the sea And the family would never hear of me again  Predicament of the new slaves Capsizing on your holidays Looking out of place Like Columbus did, but my Santa Maria'd be maculate Coz my Santa Maria got negroes in it Let it sink! END
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[Intro] - MuRli We're all too busy getting chatty chatty! Ain't nobody really saying nothing though But you know what? [Chorus] Stuck in politics Everybody's stuck in politics Wanna make big man moves but you can't coz your feet got caught up in politics So you are preaching in fallacy Something like a new age Pharisee And I too wanna make an impact but I can't do that till I drop these politics Stuck in politics Everybody's stuck in politics Wanna make big man moves but you can't coz your feet got caught up in politics So you’re preaching fallacy Something like a new age Pharisee And I too wanna make an impact but I can't do that till I drop these politics [Verse 1] - God Knows It's all politricks, it's all politricks that the left wing and right wing are fighting so much nobody wants to fly no more It's all probably tricks, he's faking the fight He's taking a flight all the way down to Africa Takes a selfie with a baby, says he's world saving But he’ll never ever walk across the street to a council estate First world problems Phoney, lonely, only started politicking since that episode of Joseph Kony First world problems Don't be sour, just be a Don Don't be a lemon, do you get what I am on Don't care what the fox says, we want the trues Keep your million billion views if your opinion is not you! Keep your bling and your all white parties Love me in Versace but not in my Nike's Before the blogosphere's ear was Hozier Never been a pretender so keep your Hollister Keep your Abercrombie, Air Maxxes, wristbands, and everything else you hold sacred to impress people you don't like, (Ah stop man!) [Chorus] Stuck in politics Everybody's stuck in politics Wanna make big man moves but you can't coz your feet got caught up in politics So you are preaching in fallacy Something like a new age Pharisee And I too wanna make an impact but I can't do that till I drop these politics Stuck in politics Everybody's stuck in politics Wanna make big man moves but you can't coz your feet got caught up in politics So you are preaching in fallacy Something like a new age Pharisee And I too wanna make an impact but I can't do that till I drop these politics [Verse 2] - MuRli Listen I'm a 90s baby  All that old school PC better miss me Coz way back when that was on-topic I was busy being an African baby Playing in the sand bare feet, no blisters Now my feet freeze when I walk like hipsters Didn't get rap till 20 03  So why am still trying to sound like Biggie I wanna be that fella like Kuti Who's gonna introduce you to Djibouti You'd think that with the genius of our times Someone might just find a better use of the mind Said I wanna help the poor  Make a difference, maybe I could end these wars But when I get paid I bite my own words And turn the other cheek to the charity box [Outro] - MuRli And you catch me walking around with a water bottle, All the time, looking healthy But at home I've got a fridge full of coke bottles That's a real, professional politrixian for ya! Bless you all... Eh yo yo yo! I forgot, I forgot one thing Have you seen my facebook photo lately? I'm an ACT-TV-IST baby! (God Knows) Yeah but what's it all worth? [Skit] - Elders from Cecil street Serious performers! Serious performers! Everywhere went agog! These guys... too good (Brilliant!) Brilliant! And he was teaching them how to dance "You have to shuffle to the right, shuffle to the left" We did that one, how to dance And you do this and you jump And you sit down, and you stand Very good! And in between you know, they were serving food END
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03:29
[Bridge] – MuRli (Hello) Who's that calling on my mobile phone Right in the middle of my Sunday roast I don't even care if they've got gold To offer for free they're going on hold So tell my boss he's going on hold Tell the boys they're going on hold Unless it's my lady, put them on hold Who's that calling on my whatsApp? Right in the middle of my pounded yam I don't have time for the deal they have To offer right now so put them on hold Tell that man he's going on hold Tell ‘em sorry for keeping you on hold Unless it's my God, put them on hold   [Hook] - MuRli You can never tell me nothing when I'm on my soul food Even the COP 21 ain't gon kill off my soul fuel  T'is the way forward my bruvas and y'all gonna learn soon I've been working and scheming for all of my life for this soul food You can never tell me nothing when I'm on my soul food Even the COP 21 ain't gon kill off my soul fuel  T'is the way forward my bruvas and y'all gonna learn soon I've been working and scheming for all of my life for this soul food  [Verse 2] - God Knows My name is Godknows Also known as R A N D coz if I got a G, I'm grand From the generation of young and lil, not Kool and Grand Or Fresh or MC, Limewire MC, Bearshare MC, BitTorrent MC Don't worry there is more fish in the sea, here's a link to the stream High quality WAV, made with love, that's soul food All those downloads are junk food You eat what you kill, you murderers you can't sit with us Never bought a CD or Vinyl, you can't eat with us Honestly I don't know no bitter Out to the kids that don't know no better Ain't no message could have been any clearer So I'm starting with the man in the mirror Still, I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I hate myself Can't be mad for the records I don't buy myself Walking away from the world that I wanna save If you wanna be a king, then you gotta be a slave Reach over to the antidote Travis Scott and Even though it's let the dead bury the dead I would never pee on your grave Let me just say, Biggie and Pac, get the appreciation beyond the grave, I went for the light so the darkness calls me a traitor I'm John Boyega I apologise for the silly sods, that insult was a sure shot Before you harbour any bitterness, do me a favour Lend me some sugar I am your neighbour So shake it, shake it, just shake it, shake it, shake shake… Hahahaha eh yo Soul Food! Rusangano Family got that Soul Food!   [Hook] - MuRli You can never tell me nothing when I'm on my soul food Even the COP 21 ain't gon kill off my soul fuel  T'is the way forward my bruvas and y'all gonna learn soon I've been working and scheming for all of my life for this soul food You can never tell me nothing when I'm on my soul food Even the COP 21 ain't gon kill off my soul fuel  T'is the way forward my bruvas and y'all gonna learn soon I've been working and scheming for all of my life for this soul food END
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[Verse 1] - God Knows I found my faith when I lost my religion And I lost my my friends but I found my position Could have lost my health but I found my legend This year I was 25, still no degree do I suck at life will I save my cheques and then buy a house Or will I spend earning at the public house Got the numbers going backwards in bank account Depression told me I ain't better me, tell my man Shut Up! Doubt says I'll never breakthrough, tell my man Shut Up! Drake already told me to know myself so you know yourself When I get backlash I don't lash back coz that’s backwards, and they say   [MuRli] It would only make sense backwards But I gotta live it forwards, Watch it become my mantra here onwards I got one goal in many forms And my body is nothing but a uniform One mind, too many thoughts So one life couldn't be enough But if one life wouldn't be enough Then one's job shouldn't be a bluff And I promised Mom I wouldn't say this stuff  But to my last course I must refer as such All the money wasted shoulda bought a cake Coz on my last birthday I got none of it When my broke self tried his hand at baking  Like my accent it was all over the place Taught me a lesson in common sense And my outlook hasn't been common since Surviving the times I had to adapt like Pac's rhymes I've been surfing the waves to the rhythm of the Irish times Better news awaiting though I just want to break records [Verse 2] - God Knows They wanna see the Dela and the Fela in the fella Said the performance was stellar, Cheers, tears after acapellas GK that sharp sound blowing from the gut of Southern Africa But no friends I am not the Vuvuzela We make black and white music so you can colour us in I don't think you heard me I make black and white music so you can colour us in I'm from the naughty naughties, 40 40's gun bucking, crystal sipping Capone and Nore, Shaq and Kobe, Flash Adope, Limewire hobby In hindsight I am very sorry I shot myself before I made myself The baggier jeans got the more things didn't fit The tighter the clothes the more I can't breathe Bizarre! The more the visuals the more I can't see I can see nothing! [Verse 3] - MuRli Bred on a diet fufu Man from the home of Vodu The land of negro Tom and Desmond Tutu Shipped to the home of U2 Integration was due But tradition had me confused So this transition wasn't easy Easy as ... I used to be in NWA  A pro tool for these beats like Dre Spitting everywhere like I be running out of toothpaste Every time mynameisjOhn hit me with a new sh... I can't curse coz I'm too blessed Impossible to compare me I'm something else Living in the kitchen always cooking up lava To make you feel the heat like you lost in Sahara Alhamdulillah!  I got my best shot like the Dons from Mochilla And my dawgs got that worldwide fire Mozilla Since MJ's gone then I must be the trilla!!! But  I be lying if I meant that  My motherland ties be on my neck, where the money at? I still don't know how far is Zion So I strike this thing while it's hot like iron END
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[Verse 1] - MuRli When I was a kid I used to speak French Au fil du temps je suis devenu bête Gone are the girls I wanted to impress Now excuse my French I'm losing my French When I was the kid I used to speak French Au fil du temps j'ai appris l'anglais Here are the girls I wanted to impress Now excuse my French I'm losing my French  (You and I the same...) No way! I'd take my daddy over you all day That's the man that was gone always But I'd rather be gone than adjust to your ways Finding it impossible to connect you nowadays You became the type that I would never date How you even managed to score me anyway When I realised even your French ain't accurate Mystery, bling ring that's marriage Mid life crisis dual carriage  Revelation comes at the end of all chapters  The mark of the beast is with you, hereafter A flicker of hope is all I need Faith as small as a mustard seed To rise above the tide, I'm drowning  And take a walk on the water like brother Pete  I repeat A flicker of hope is all I need  Walking the line of this ring I'm tied in The best years of my life to submit But I'm across the borderline of greed,  Looking at the house like where do I fit? When a home becomes just a property Revelation comes at the end of all chapters The scar of defeat is with you, hereafter [Verse 2] - God Knows Late as usual, I got my rhyming noodle And my answers from google, still more homework to do, I'm a clever clogs I get my work done before the teacher clocks But it won't be long until you hear my name up on the intercom “Would 'GoK knows come to the office please” First off, that's not how you pronounce my name miss It's in plain English how could you not get this I'll take detention never disrespect I see all the subtleties and they’re indirect But I'll never tell my parents coz they'll both dissect The situation and that's when it all goes left See, dad has been taking some harassment at work I see the homework and say what it's all worth? It ain't bullying if nobody touched me So many parties yet no one invites me I can defend myself so nobody fights me I'm hard to relate to so nobody likes me Well if you don't like me I don't like you I will fail my papers forgetting I'd like to Pass my exams make my parents proud too They came to Europe to work very hard They don't know about this load I'm carrying I came to terms with it like this bag I'm carrying Now dad's been drinking way more than he used to Seeing me get in way more trouble than he used to Just messes him up, he wants to brag about me back home but he can't Enter the mind of a migrant gone bad, “Godknows you’re losing your manners, Godknows you no longer respect us, Godknows what happened to your traditions, Munya are you listening?” While you were back home burying grandma I was out here burying my grammar I still wanna make you proud you just don't know you think you I lost my language and I lost my soul I still wanna make you proud you just don't know you think you I lost my language and I lost my soul I haven't lost my soul... It's still the Lord's (Let the dead… bury the dead) END
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[Poetry] – Denise Chaila I have promised myself that the only time I will ever allow myself to be seen and not heard is when I am leading by example And I am screaming until my voice bleeds Because I know what it's like not to have one I am screaming for the woman with acid burns on her face because if I can't have you nobody can Yes ALL women But no you DON’T understand Until you wonder if It's your fault cause you smiled at him And I know he touched you But how many drinks did you have? Why did you wear that skirt? Sure, He's only a man So I'm screaming for the seven-year-old girl getting ready for her wedding night Right now For the teenage boy on Twitter learning to substitute the word Woman With four letter words in his vocabulary Because Bill Cosby is not an anomaly Doctor Huxtable is a fictional character And Jekyll has been known to Hyde So a year down the line We're still singing/seeing blurred lines Because it took 25 women for the world to listen one time Because the only thing he needed to do to get those pictures from you at thirteen Was tell you that you were beautiful Because The only thing he needed to do when you were too afraid to go all the way Was call you one of three four letter words And let the grape vine have its say Because In vino veritas And you are too used to secrets Too used to shrinking Because sometimes cat calls come with a car stalking you home in your uniform Because you're "old enough" Because boys will be boys and he's never met a girl who wasn't dangerous Because I know too many women who learned how to hold a secret inside of them before they were seven Hold it over and over again, and learn not to cry when they passed the rice that night Look their demons in the eye And say isn't dinner nice? Isn't it so nice? Isn't it... Nice? END
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[Chorus] - MuRli I told my Mama that I'm gonna be greatest That’s why you see me moving had to search for greener pastures So I had to leave, don't hate me coz I love you I am trying to make us better man I am doing it for us I told my Mama that I'm gonna be greatest That’s why you see me moving had to search for greener pastures So I had to leave, don't hate me coz I love you I am trying to make us better man I am doing it for us [Verse 1] - God Knows Should my head ever inflate up like a balloon pop that I know El, I know Mike, him ah Kool Kat Rusangano hard to pronounce like Okmalumkoolkat Kid I don't wanna freestyle I already told you that Dad I told nuff times I wanna do Rap What does music mean to you? I'll migrate and become an Eskimo and live in an igloo if I get a bad review, How does that sound to you? I told my my best friend right before the grad That I'm gonna be the greatest, right then he told me he was gonna be a dad And that was that That's why I had to leave, had to search for greener pastures And move on with the others The music industry used to have a hand in my dreams Now they got a hand in my streams What is this world coming to? Actually the more important question is what gigs are you coming to? Hahaha that's not a joke though, I want to play in Kyoto and Lesotho Book me a resort though, I'll take a B&B that's the last resort though Oh Oh, forgot my tooth brush, haha I'll send you a postcard and take photo's I promise! [Verse 2] - MuRli Yo it's the R-A double P E-R M U R L I aka boycotter of lies of silence Words you couldn't say to my face but they're a growing menace They thought me silence is golden but misquoted the carats  My brothers confirming their fertility getting me embarrassed  While I had my eyes on the throne like brothers in Paris Fresh out of my teenage I promised to break allegiance Fed up with the system I dared to become a nuisance Fire on all cylinders, engineering the difference  With our backs against the wall we were born to play defense But me I take offense, bring it to you first Give you thirst for something fresh like greed in reverse If death is a promise every day's a bonus Beat around the bush my whole life now I'm under the onus On the flight to success everybody's bogus Hocus-pocus is so widely spoken you gon’ lose your focus But Heaven is my brainfeeder I'm a flying lotus Fading out of your line of sight I don't care if you notice Some will only love you when you still novice I'd rather hurt you and write you a solace Compromised but at least I'm honest (I’m honest) Bon voyage! Chorus(MuRli) I told my Mama that I'm gonna be greatest That’s why you see me moving had to search for greener pastures So I had to leave, don't hate me coz I love you I am trying to make us better man I am doing it for us I told my Mama that I'm gonna be greatest That’s why you see me moving had to search for greener pastures So I had to leave, don't hate me coz I love you I am trying to make it better man I am doing it for us (...When you are called to talk to the people about their souls, this is what let the dead bury the dead means) END
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[Verse 1] - God Knows The Lord is my portion says my soul therefore I have hope in him I gave you all my soul and there’s still more in him Deaded all my past relationships and they’re still mourning him Deleted them off my networks but they’re still stalking him I won't be held responsible for what's still happening I still love you though from afar I just hope you know, release the grudge, release the hurt Release the album, three points plan Then break the net, in from far, 3 points man What a shame you slut shame, not for yourself but for a name No shade, no blame, nuff said, nuff said Don't feel guilty, don't feel filthy, don't feel naked, don't feel sad, Oh my days Oh My lawd, Let the dead bury their dead, It's about to heat up How many people gotta die in the hands of the police man I can't keep up The only thing the news want to show me is the Kardashians man I can't keep up! It's about to heat up! Label me awkward Never went to UCD or Harvard But I'm running through these walls Like I'm trying to catch a train from Hogwarts When it gets tough I gotta give it to the Father I watched my brother bury his father, at the same time making an album I ain't gone lie man I was inspired, no excuses I am going harder If you're looking for that bare my soul music, look no further [Pre-chorus] - God Knows Let the dead bury the dead Let the dead bury their dead Gimme me the shovel, gimme the dirt Go on then dig, go then dig Let the dead bury the dead Let the dead bury their dead Gimme me the shovel gimme the dirt Go on then dig, go then dig [Chorus] – God Knows Go on then dig, go on then dig, Let it go 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, It's all over 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, Let it go 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, It's all over 6-foot deep (Heave-ho, heave-ho  Heave-ho, heave-ho  Heave-ho, heave-ho  Heave-ho, heave-ho) [Verse 2] - MuRli Why fear the other side when only Heaven’s waiting At the very time I write these rhymes shall my heart resign please celebrate me Yet to see those millions but I'm grateful to my God above for the great food For my band mates and my fans too, but I'm still here so I let the past be the past, and let Caesar have his cash I put my dreams on blast, but the visions remain intact Any day could be my last, now where's the glamour in that I don't wanna have nothing to hide so I might as well spiel you my mind I don't mean to get you aghast, but I'm bout to bury my cast Manners confined to a casket, could they break the ground with a racket? residual sacrifice, hoping my pen will suffice As modus operandi, to stimulate a revival And this boring flow I hired, does more than pull hands high up Put the lord of war in a cage, sit the Lord of peace on the throne What's the point of Nobel prize when the physics break the peace with a drone? Wanna get a better use out of my time, yet I got that Stockholm syndrome  For viral trends and news, celebrities in the nude Don't judge me I'm beautiful, just keep adding on the views While parents shaming their youths, others bashing holy books Some of y'all wanna summon demons and those my lips couldn't mention  Just gotta make sure what you do to it beats what it do to you Let your heart seek the truth make your three eyes useful And leave the lies for the fools or at the base of a six-foot hole... [Pre-chorus] Let the Dead bury their Dead Let the Dead bury Their Dead Gimme me the shovel Gimme the Dirt Go on then dig go then dig Let the Dead bury their Dead Let the Dead bury Their Dead Gimme me the shovel Gimme the Dirt Go on then dig go then dig [Chorus] Go on then dig, go on then dig, Let it go 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, It's all over 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, Let it go 6-foot deep Go on then dig, go on then dig, It's all over 6-foot deep END
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Let the Dead Bury The Dead can mean a lot of things to a lot of people.
A phrase that conjures ideas of regret, remorse, hope, change, letting go and the resolve to follow one’s own path. To move forward, we must also leave things behind.

It’s a call to redefine success and failure. 
It’s a reminder of the impact individual lives can have on the collective. 
An alternative route, a deviation from the norm, 
It’s a call to all to step off the treadmill of everyday life, to question and engage,
And to seek life by letting what is dead bury itself.  

When you find your identity,
And pursue your true purpose in life, 
Often, a battle ensues,
Between fears and insecurities. 
Between your reputation and legacy. 
What does it take to go against the grain, let the dead bury their dead,
And enter newer realms? 

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released April 8, 2016

Written and recorded in Clare and Limerick, Ireland. 2015/2016

Lyrics/vocals by MuRli, God Knows
Produced, recorded and mixed by mynameisjOhn
Mastered by Ashmus Mastering
Photography by Patrick O'Brien
Artwork by Benjamin Flao.

Additional vocals by Denise Chaila and Guide.
Steve Ryan plays guitar on ‘Heathrow’
Conor Crimmins plays flute somewhere.
Patrick O’Brien plays keys on ‘Surviving the Times’

Kindly supported by the Limerick Arts Office

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Rusangano Family Limerick, Ireland

Rusangano Family is a musical trio based in Limerick city in Ireland, producing social-engaged music that mixes a global variety of cultures and traditions.
Think globally, act locally.
Formed in early 2015, the group (MCs MuRli and God Knows, and producer/DJ mynameisjOhn) has been collaborating for a number of years on individual projects, including ‘Surface Tension’ and ‘Rusangano/Family’
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