Stars of the film including Michaela Coel, Danai Gurira and Lupita Nyong’o are on the red carpet.
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Mud Sun – Mine The Gap Lyrics
Check the lyrical adventure as I’m travel writing with a sense of rhythm
I’m as sensitive as vikings when inviting heads to listen
To this abstract expressionist rap
Like Jackson Pollock
When he spreads the pigment
This is Baba Brinkman on the Underground in London, England
Surrounded by the sound of competition causing constant friction
A lot of guys probably tryin’ to strive for the top positions in their offices
And on this ride their eyes are mono vision
Crawling on the bodies of the hottest vixens probably thinkin’
“Ima get my knob licked by all these women, once I’ve got the auspicious job description
Plus the cars and riches for the proper proposition”
And I’m thinking all these bankers and doctors and lawyers in training
Probably have a whole lot to offer you gorgeous
And without the enormous wallet and other resources
All I can offer is locked in my cortex
Like the knowledge that the starving artist can rock your entire corpus
Like wild horses that never let you settle for a child’s portion
But I ain’t sittin’ on the train stunned like James Blunt
So I get off at the next stop to go try to record this
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse
The next stop is Marble Arch
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
On this public transit labyrinth in London
I’m standing on the subway crammed in
With a bunch of other with a bunch of other average companions
Then someone Islamic steps onto the carriage
Clutching a lumpy package and everybody panics
So we gotta stop the train and wait for the cops to come
And confiscate his Double Club Sandwich
I got my iPod on watching bumping Cut Chemist
As they let him off with a warning
And now he’s got a suspended sentence
And it’s obvious to everybody now that he’s innocent
Like 99% of his religious and ethnic brethren
But that never prevented these British citizens from letting their suspicions
Get the better of their stiff upper lips
And forgetting the principles of liberty and justice just this once
To protect the parents of their kids
And now I just missed my connection
And I was on my way to meet up with this lady
So that I could try to get some
Feminine affection
But instead, I’m directionless
Like the rest of my generation
So instead of wasting my free time chasing a feline
I spend the day at a demonstration at the train station
Waving a Peace sign
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please don’t disturb this man when he’s trying to rap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
The closing doors determine my chosen course
When I infiltrate the city like a Trojan horse
Please mine the gap
Please mine the gap
Please stand clear of the closing doors
Underfoot, underground cultures cross fertilize
I stand under a dirty sign and watch bodies hurtle by
Behind glass etched with the tags of graf artists
Who see the works work the circuit of the circle line
Bags are snatched
Other bags hang under worker’s eyes
Bags full of blues, coffee and overtime
We stare at each others shoes
‘Cause shoes designate a certain pride
We’ve all bought the merchandise
And when the train stops at Totteridge & Whetstone
We all look up and watch a nervous guy get off his bench
And get in line and step in
Let’s call him Kevin
Blushing at the couple showing signs of affection
Kevin sits and tries to hide his erection
Behind a paperback entitled “Pride and Perfection”
Hunched spine like a question, he wants to chat
But people are unreachable across the gap
The gap between the seats which allows passengers to read
The Metro without touching knees with the next bloke
The gap between the dweeb with their legs closed
And the pin striped white collar fiending to get coke
Up in the gap between the office and the strip club
Hopin’ it ends in a cocktail and a dick rub
It’s the gap between a man that enters with a pimp strut
And the lady reading “Heat” that wants a nip and tuck
All citizens of the world just different hair-dos
Step across the gap bruv
I dare you
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Academy Award organisers have told nominees they don’t want people to appear by Zoom.
The disappearance and death of a young woman in London prompts anger and calls for change.
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Lil’ Krystalll – +44 Lyrics
[Текст песни «+44»]
[Интро]
— Почему-то в среду вечером все спят
— Угу-угу, а как у тя дела?
— У меня дела отлично, а ты в Лондоне?
— Почему голос грустный?
— Мне грустно, потому что ты не отвечаешь на мой вопрос
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность
[Куплет]
Не ношу дерьма в трусах, статья растёт по граммам
Бро был в СИЗО, смотрел ТВ, он не пойдёт обратно
Да, я замешан, да, я в центре, не могу соврать вам
Моя кровь как яд, мой cup как кровь — это железные факты
Сто тысяч лиц, шея вся в ледышках, ты всё также бедный
Мы с самой грязи, London city показал, где деньги
Забавно видеть, как толпа хочет ворваться в небо
Мой бро купил крипту на high, теперь он ждёт свой Lambo
Эй, broski, я там был в семнадцатом, сгорели бабки
Потом Dark Web нас стал кормить, мы стали делать пачки
Ш-ш-ш, что? Сплетни оставлю пташкам
Я люблю цифры девять-пять, за свои Air Max'ы (Алло)
(Слушай) So fly, как медик, shank в штанах порезал ноги (Е)
Прыгнул на glide, собрал очки без Insta Story
На-на Opel, словно Uber Driver ездит кореш
Broski, он в маске за рулём, мы dodge’им COVID
[Припев]
Сука хочет любви, отношений, таким я не верю (Вот)
Парень с талантом и это прекрасно, Россия стала гаремом (Вот)
Потерял интерес в женском комфорте, когда открыл силу денег (Вот)
Когда мне плохо, знаю, что меня братан согреет
Я в— Я в— Я в маске снаружи, бро, выходи мне на встречу (Вот)
Новый вагон, новый подгон — ношу только новые вещи (Вот)
Эти колёса не стоят так много, эти колёса на вечер (Вот)
Я и ты, мы оттуда, где правит бедность
[Аутро]
— Ясно всё с тобой
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Heinz Rudolf Kunze – Lola Lyrics
Ich traf sie in 'nem Imbiß in Dortmund-Nord
Es roch stark nach Schaschlik und 'n bißchen nach Abort
Und sie hieß Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich sagte: Darf ich bitten oder woll'n wir erst tanzen?
Sie wurde rot und rührte wie ertappte Emanzen
In ihrer Cola
C.O.L.A. Cola lalalala Lola
Nun seh ich nicht grad aus wie Arnold Mitteregger –
Ich führe, sagte sie, das klang wie Alfred Dregger
Meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Ich bin ja ziemlich blöd, aber so blöd bin ich nicht:
Sie hatte Haare auf den Zähnen und auch mitten im Gesicht
Oh meine Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Lalalala Lola
Wir tranken und kamen uns langsam abhanden
An der Neonröhre hingen vergammelte Girlanden
Wenn ich umfiel, baute sie mich immer wieder auf
Bis sie sagte: So, mein Sohn, jetzt gehn wir zu mir rauf!
Wenn ich voll bin, bin ich kein Fall für Carmen
Doch sie nahm mich untern Arm, sie kannte kein Erbarmen
Meine Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Lola lalalala Lola lalalala Lola
Ich schrie: Laß mich gehn!
Sie wollte nicht verstehn
Sie sagte: Nicht mit mir!
Ich sagte: Gut dann eben nicht
Und bestellte noch Bier
Ist das nun Liebe oder ist das nur ein schwacher Trost?
Ich sage immer was ich denke und ich sagte: Prost
Auf dein Spezielles, Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola
Girls heißen Alf und Boys heißen George
Nicht nur in London sondern jetzt auch schon in Dortmund-Nord
Und er hieß Lola
Lalalala Lola
Ich war gerade erst zuhause ausgezogen
Ich hatte noch niemals meine Mami belogen
Lola lächelte nur und faßte mich an
Und sagte: Ich bin es längst – heut wirst auch du ein Mann!
Ich werd gern zur Brust genommen, also bin ich wohl einer
Ganz sicher bin ich nicht, doch das ist ja heute keiner
Höchstens Lola
L.O.L.A. Lola lalalala Lola
Lola (laß gut sein Günter
Ich muß noch fahrn) lalalala Lola
Lalalala Lola
[Intro: Rich The Kid]
She get nasty (Buddah Bless this beat)
Nasty
[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
She like to twerk it in the mirror (In the mirror)
That ass too fat, ain’t no more FaceTime, need it clearer (Need it clearer)
And when she sad, give her the dick and she gon’ cheer up (She gon’ cheer up)
She get done sucking, fell asleep, think it’s the syrup (It’s the syrup)
With no hands (With no hands)
Hop up on the dick, she like to dance (She like to dance)
Make it nasty ’cause she know I got the bands (I got the bands)
Know she frеaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Pussy too good, had to take that bitch to Francе
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Mulatto]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Big Latto)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty
[Verse 2: Mulatto]
Double-hand hand twist the pipe but I ain’t even plumbing
He like ’em nasty-nasty, bitch, I’m Mrs. Put That Thumb In
He pull on my tracks like London, throw that shit back, got him running
Demon time, I give him hell, sound like an angel when I’m on it
Swallow that dick, don’t spit up
I’ma leave a lil’ puddle when I get up (Ooh)
Tryna feel it in my stomach, no sit-up
Call when you want and you know I’ma pick up
From the back just like that with the chin up, yeah
He got both legs pinned up
Start from the car to the bed to the floor
It ain’t no telling just where we might end up (Latto)
[Chorus: Rich The Kid & Flo Milli]
She gon’ do it with no hands
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me (Ooh, haha)
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty (Flo Milli shit)
[Verse 3: Flo Milli & Rubi Rose]
Shake my ass all on his dick ’cause I can tell he like to touch it
Can’t have no strings attached, nigga, do I look like your puppet?
He in love just off of fucking, two minutes in and now he busting (Ha)
Confusing me with bitches, goofy nigga, ain’t no cuffing
He was bragging on his dick, my pussy whip that nigga bluffing
Don’t be reaching for my hand, you ain’t my man when we in public (Ew)
Make him slip all on this pussy, watch him lick it ’til he hiccup (Yup)
Kick him out my house, don’t call me twice if I don’t pick up (Yeah, uh, yeah)
[Verse 4: Rubi Rose]
I drop this bomb on the dick (It’s a bomb, yeah)
The way I bust it, know he think I tote a stick (Uh, you know I’m nasty)
I make it nasty, I spell Rubi while I lick (Uh)
Boy, this a movie, have you ever made a flick? (Three, two, one, play)
When you say action (Action), I start acting (Actin’ up)
Cut, rewind, see I ride it backwards
But ain’t no passion (Nah) ’cause nigga, I could never love you (Ever)
Fuck you like your daddy then send you back to your mama
[Chorus: Rich The Kid]
She gon’ do it with no hands (With no hands)
She gon’ hop right on the dick and do a dance (Do a dance)
Lil’ bitch so freaky, she gon’ suck me out my pants (Out my pants)
Drop the pussy on me like a bomb, Taliban (Please don’t play, uh)
Hit it from the back and then she suck it, make it nasty
She so nasty, girl, you nasty
Put it in her mouth and she ain’t gotta ask me
Girl, you nasty, you know you nasty
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Defari – Bomb Tree Lyrics
* [Chorus: Defari]
Roll it, light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb tree
Roll it , light it, smoke it, choke it, toke it
See if you can hold it, this bomb tree
Trick it, stack it, pack it, bong rips,
See if you can handle all of it, this bomb
(Defari)
My minds trippin’, I’m flying like the Jetsons
I got greener trees than the vegetable section
Though I’m blown on high, I’m concentrating on this realness
Society’s playin’ with these devils and illness, God
Hear me when I beg for forgiveness
All the black and tans I’ve had, all the forty’s and Guinness
All the sacks and the bags I’ve rolled full of indo
Hot box in the low with the rolled up windows
Ninety-eight degrees outside, ash the roach, put the AC on sixty-five and drive
These Los Angeles streets I ride
Peep a cold ass nigga with the bloodshot eyes, Defari, yeah
That name ring a bell
and that kush those dudes smoked got that bomb ass smell
Palm trees ain’t the only greenery in California
In fact, the most common tree is what we call doja
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
Now I’ve been all around the world for the bomb ass tree
Canada, Amsterdam, Christine to Italy, the Bay and Honolulu
I even got thai weed in London that look like doodoo
Imagine blunts longer than a Hennessy fifth
Northern lights, purple kush with a mushroom mix
Add my rockin’ hash to your little blunt of tricks
Now what do we have? A motherf*ckin blunt that hits
That’s the shit, stop playin’, add a sack to this
But put it back in your pocket if you got seeds and sticks
You dig? I’m only firing up fire weed
Make a stress smoker really admire me
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
I’m from that Cheech and Chong scene
I got that mean Joe Green
I’ll burn trees until I’m one hundred and thirteen (damn)
And maybe then I’ll stop, Not!
I’ll be a great grandpops with the finest of stock
Cannabis cup, we party, can’t handle this stuff
Damage your lungs, what! Pack another one
I got fresh water for the bong, that’s six feet long
Exercise before I rip it cuz this weed is strong
A Jay of white widow sprinkled with some hash in the middle
Make a nigga hella happy, like when he was little
Bout to grub except now we burn pounds and dubs
I’d like to take time out to thank those who gave love
On the sack, the rest of y’all niggas is wack
Tried to serve a nigga shake at the end of your bag
Zig zag, take a slow drag
And if you just started smoking tree you wouldn’t know that
[Chorus] – repeat 2X
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Don McLean – Run, Diana Run Lyrics
Paroles de la chanson Run Diana Run :
London calling, run Diana run
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
Oh well there once was a princess
Who lived a fairy tale
Her love was very strong
Her heart was very frail
The camera really loved her
Oh she always caused a stir!
She dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
I said she dressed in silks and silver
Which looked quite good on her
The camera shot her every day
In fact it shot her dead
They never really touched her
Just took her soul instead
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
The lens is in focus
The flash is really hot
Man, they swarm around like locusts
Just to get a better shot
She's such a public figure
I'll bet they just can't get enough
The princess has it easy
The readers have it tough!
I say the princess has it easy
The readers have it tough
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
They like to feed on fantasy
Like lions feed on meat
They like to shoot her every day
And bring her home to eat
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
Photographers can kill you
The camera is their gun
They shoot their victim down
And then they start to run
It's just assassination
With aperture and flash
But it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!
I said it feeds a voyeur nation
On royalty for cash!
The princess never found herself
Except on tabloid pages
You can be killed at certain times
By photographic rages
Run Diana run
Think they're getting nearer
Run Diana run
They're in the rearview mirror
Run Diana run
Don't it make you frantic
Run Diana run
They're crossing the Atlantic
See you at the courthouse tomorrow
Gonna be some dark days to follow
Gonna tell me what I know, I know
f*cking right, I steal, beg and borrow
Onomatopoeia my sorrow
Click, click, bang, boom, oh
There’s blood on my pillow and I know it was evil
But I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause
The devil made me do it
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah
Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it
When the pieces of my broken heart are sharper than a shard of glass
Nothing I can do to save you, sorry but it’s all out of my hands
That’s a sign
And I got your bitch on demon time
Clout chaser, she won’t top me off till I go live
Motorbike shorty, that’s my vibe
Do it in a section, f*ck the line, yeah
6-6-6, I’m out in London, call ’em Austin Powers umm
Then we fly them [?] in here out from Broward umm
That head educated, probably went to Howard umm
Contemplating millions off of cauliflower
Hmmm after hours
Give me demon, demon till I sleep, sleep
Devil made me do it
I’m down on my knees, begging you to forgive me for the things that I done ’cause (f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck)
The devil made me do it (Yeah)
Yeah, don’t put that shit on me (Don’t put that shit on me, don’t put that shit on me)
I said the devil made me do it
I got a 45 in the bible (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
The devil made me do it
When the good Lord let me on down
The devil made me do it, ah
The devil made me do it, yeah
Washing down the pain with a benzo
Tryna fit a body in my Enzo
The devil made me do it
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