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Utopian Lyrics | BURn | TEDxLeuven


Translator: Yulia Kallistratova Reviewer: Ellen Maloney

Mar$: Man, what can we improve, yeah?

Dyce: Okay, well, there are a lot of improvements

Like everyone’s equal, and nobody rules

And everybody got money, yeah Everybody got money, and nobody’s poor

And never too cold, or never too warm, never crop failures on the farms

And I’m telling you this – I ain’t no oracle –

but is this so possible?

AKAY: Euhm Dyce, yeah, I think it’s possible

With the right mind, with the right visual

I mean we can play it smart, play it tactical

I mean we can let them know this world is magical

Mmm Dyce, yeah, I know it’s possible

Might be hard for some people, understandable

But they need to know this world, this world is magical, magical, yeah

All: I cannot wait

Till this world becomes safe

I cannot wait

till this world becomes safe

I’m on a way, I’m on a way

Until then I’mma pray

I cannot wait

till this world becomes safe

I cannot wait, oh no no

I cannot wait, nah

I cannot wait, I cannot wait —

Rmind: I had to break the fight up, my energy censors light up

All red, misread by the system, I don’t wanna be a fighter

I light my fire, light the impressive colander

People be talking money ’cause they got no other standards

Are you related to a royal family? Let me be in it

Cause of death

I’m planning on acting very different but it’s misfitted

Chilling or dreaming of something bigger, ’cause I wanna be famous

There is something called be a gimmick

It’s like punching on your fists or screaming out loud like, “Get out!”

Why won’t the bad thoughts get out?

Asking them in your perspective, like wow

You stressed out, bro? Sit down

Sit down here and talk to me

Acting imperfect is like winning a lottery mentally and physically

All in your memory – that is my response to what is really best for me

I don’t need your money, only respect, that is the best I can get

Neglecting your family – you’ll regret that

It’ll only make you upset, want some help?

Work hard with blood, tears, and sweat You’re asking me do I got what it takes?

I’m telling you, don’t be afraid to make some mistakes

And I’mma go audiotape my shit, partaking in my own game

Been roasted so much I feel like toasts in the morning

Not satisfied with nothing What would you do in my place?

What would you do in my place, nah?

Don’t be resentful but helpful

Faithful and zestful Restful and healthful

Supported and grateful Thankful and mindful

Those are the points that’ll make you successful

But who am I to teach you a lesson, and who am I —

sorry, didn’t finish my sentence

I’m not the type to earn my own stripes, so I can’t do it for you, I apologize

And I promised dad to be a good boy And I promised mom to stay a good boy

But I refreshed my mind in the worst case scenario

And all the other kids are just playing with their toys

Now I’m back, Dr R. it is bizarre, right from the start

It takes so long I can’t re-spawn, I wanna shout

No, no, but I keep going

Chicka-bang-bang, chicka-bang-bang Listen up, listen up songs –

These aren’t even songs I’ve written

Chicka-what-what

What have you already proven to call yourself a qualified person?

Man, I don’t need your money man, I just need respect

We’re all in this together

Everybody is against violence

Human rights?

We are in this together

Don’t be afraid to make some mistakes

Powerless power every hour censor you for hours

Don’t swear, don’t be smoking it’s sour

No fans in the crowd but they don’t know my songs

Still they’re giving everything they got Shouting out loud

Screaming “mind” ’cause it’s a part of everyone’s body

Put the money on the table I don’t have money nor a table

You have a handicap, I found you disabled

I’mma give everything I’ve got starting now

How I’m gonna deal with the fame? The same I do now

Wanna take a picture? I’m glad Snap your friends on, would ya?

But I ain’t no fuckboy, honey Put ya pants on, would ya?

Still I’m new to this and in case you insist me to exist

But other people’ll hate me, enjoy the fact I may be cutting my own wrists

You wish you could help me? You’re unable to

Think about that, think about that

If people become more helpful there’ll be much less shit on this planet

So do yourself a favor and accept my hand, goddamn it

Leuven, would you accept my hand?

’cause I just wanted to reach out

Neglecting your family, you’ll regret that

It’ll only make you upset

Work hard with blood, tears, and sweat

You’re asking me to do what it takes?

Man, I’m telling you, don’t be afraid to make some mistakes

(Applause) (Cheers)

M: Yo AKAY, you saw the elections, right?

A: Yeah, I think everybody saw the elections

D: Man, what they tell you on TV, it’s some old bullshit

All: They don’t want to tell you the truth, my brother

Understand that

They don’t want to leave you in peace, my mother

Understand that

They want to keep messing with your head, my father

Understand that

They tell you who you got to be, my brother

Don’t you ever listen to that

A: Understand them, my brother Better choose your own path

Don’t trust nobody, man, watch your own back

Backstabbed, guess you’re mad

Thankful and faithful – that’s the definition of being black

Turn your TV on and open your mind, and you see what’s not on TV

Instead of waiting for somebody’s sign to tell you what you got to see

Fuck how they think about it

As long as I’m alive I’ll make sure they never talk about it

Shush you with my bars You won’t dare to shout it

Getting different kinda color paper kinda hard to count it

Thank God I ain’t color blind, your bitch crazy like Cara Delevingne

I’m a good kid in my parents’ eyes

They won’t kill a white man for committing a crime

But they’ll kill a black man for reaching his prime

All: They don’t want to tell you the truth, my brother

Understand that

They don’t want to leave you in peace, my mother

Understand that

They want to keep messing with your head, my father

Understand that

They tell you who you got to be, my brother

Don’t you ever listen to —

D: Hella vibes

Girl 18 so I tell her ride, televised, yeah, on TV they’ll be telling lies

Try to hit me up with a hoax

Yelling I’m outta range, did a lot of things, might have changed

Hocus-pocus-bogus-hoaxes, thinking we don’t know this

People so naive to believe all they see on a TV screen

But people talking got a power position

Now they don’t know what time it is, like an hourglass missing

Trump’s talking ‘bout a wall he be building

Mexico will pay, why do I bother to listen?

But people still believe it like religious Christians

Like a bad archer It’s the point y’all missing

They’re flippin’ tables When the tables turn, my main concern

Am I meant to die or am I meant to burn Meant in French go and learn

Why they broadcasting lies?

Thinking we’re going to believe it like Laika?

M: I hear ’em lying to me, now I’m dying to see

If I can see truth in your eyes

Truth be told, I’ll rest in peace once my conscience is free

but feel like I’m stuck in reprise

Please, don’t tell no fables in my kingdom

They blurring the vision

It’s getting hard to stay focused On tryna up the division

But a nigga just livin’ Steady chasin’ a million

Do it all for the mission

Media reaching more than beginners in NBA2K

And I’m embracing the fiasco I’m feeling like lupé

Black men being shot while shawty Droppin’ panties doin’ the most

Telling the camera crew “Please, nigga shoot me”

I swear they got us misguided, got 300 ways to say that I don’t like it

But the people still buy it

I see through all of that shit Y’all just blinded

All: They don’t want to tell you the truth, my brother

Understand that

They don’t want to leave you In peace, my mother

Understand that

They want to keep messing with your head, my father

Understand that

They tell you who you got to be, my brother

Don’t you ever listen to that

We don’t believe what you tell us

Worry about you, nah we ain’t jealous

We don’t believe what you tell us

Worry about you, nah we ain’t jealous

No, we ain’t

(Music)

(Applause)

R: I feel like heaven Much further than closer

I don’t wanna take pictures ’cause I’m more of a poser

I don’t like hugging girls while their boobies are shown

They’re like envelopes – messages to unfold ’em

Keep asking me questions like I’m an info point

You wanna keep asking – go to the info point

I point the bar in every bar I wrote slow it down, that bar was quotable

I put on reverb and auto-tune this bitch,

If I was a sad ass rapper you should call me a bitch

See, this is our mind and we living to it

I’m no cocky motherfucker but I holler at chicks

I say, do you like my gold all over my skin?

Then bitches ask me where the hell is it?

I say, don’t you see it baby, this is so legit?

I knew she was a corny ho, that was easy to predict

I’m seeing all the smoke like I’m smokeable

I don’t have gold, even though it’s affordable

They carry me but I’m not portable

A: Every time I’m running, man, I’m feeling good

I told you I fucks with the hood

Understood, I shook and support poor, man, I go Robin Hood on ’em

Level too high for you to reach, collecting Euros, so to speak

Trust people – that’s why I bleed Done playing games, no more hide-n-seek

Getting too lit now they iced out, appear in the dark nigga lights out

AKAY’s universe like its mine now, change the universe like its mine now

Emwhy: I wear your body on my necklace, I got it with my check

Jesus give me time, though you know I need some rest

Devil on my shoulder, I feel under attack

E-M-Why young popping I know they like it

Dreezayy: The world got no sympathy hat’s why I’m writing this symphony

we don’t know nothing about it

We don’t know why the police is just killing streets

We’re tryna make a living out of it, we ain’t hopeless

Only 17, I’m only 17, boy

Why I’m talking ’bout this? ’cause I’m struggling, boy

Got so much stress on my mind, niggas keep rolling a blunt

Can’t control these niggas

Who be talking ’bout blondes, fat titties, and big guns.

Nowadays cops killing niggas for fun, my homies get locked for none

The president thinks nothing is wrong but open your eyes

Niggas get cooked like some fries, the devil’s full of lies

No sympathy

for the ones who’re saving the world, for the ones who’re warning it’s wrong

The humanity, build everything but strong

Money makes the world go round Money makes the girl go down

But it makes no sense

We’re blessed, in God we trust

Orre: We came from lands we once called them ours

So strange how our heroes become cowards

Everything could escalate within an hour

Money brings you power but who’ll bring you flowers?

Too many nights brothers didn’t find their pillow

Too many rights have been kept below

How many fights introduced before peace be known?

How may lives pulled away before we stop reload?

E: I wear your body on my necklace, I got it with my check

Jesus give me time, though you know I need some rest

Devil on my shoulder – I feel under attack

E-M-Why young popping, I know they like it

M: If I ruled the world, I swear to God we would never go broke

’cause time is money and that shit is priceless

We would never need dough

We just need people, need to be equal

Fuck all that black and white shit that you preach

Homie, I just provide for my kinfolk

D: Oh my God!

My fantasy of this Is managing the risk

Can’t you see this is man, the baddest bitch

And right in it I jizzed, now my girl is pissed

That’s the way it is, guess I wasn’t slick

Oh shit, nah, hold up, yeah yeah, pop up

Oh my God, turn up, I cannot slow up

My mind going faster than my fucking brain

I just awaited sign but it never came

Wait my design, nah, it didn’t change And my time? It was a fucking waste

Everybody in the room with skinny babe, make that ass boom with a pretty face

Yeah, we’re on a wave like we’re saying “Hey”

Yeah, that’s right, like a tinder date

E: I wear your body on my necklace, I got it with my check

Jesus give me time though you know I need some rest

Devil on my shoulder – I feel under attack

E-M-Why young popping

Foreign bitches can’t get them, they’re jealous

They won’t let a nigga win that shit so heartless

You know, I hustle like a man I gotta make my dough

Couldn’t find a job so now I run for sure

Seven days a week all day

Niggas see me grinding, gotta make that cake

(Music)

(Voice) Perfect.

(Applause)

(Cheers)

Thank you, guys!

(Applause)

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