“Can’t hold us” è il titolo del nuovo pezzo di Macklemore & Ryan Lewis feat. Ray Dalton, e il video è un gran bello sperpero di soldi. Location assurde, costumi bizzarri, bestie maltrattate, riprese aeree, un galeone dei pirati. Proprio come DJ Francesco anni fa. Che per una volta in Italia non arriviamo secondi. Forza France’, daje de uncino!
Ma la struttura della canzone non è la tipica struttura pop, e per questo risulta interessante che sia un pezzo rap mainstream. Ahi. Cambiando discorso, è interessante anche farsi spuntare l’acconciatura afro in spiaggia. E un cammello fa sempre comodo da coccolare dopo un’avventura in idroplano e una caduta libera. Amaro Montenegro, sapore dreadlock. Che bella la vita con 110 milioni di views. Mi viene voglia di fare qualcosa di estremamente stupido e costoso. Ambrogio, porta il denaro. Devo divertirmi come Macklemore, ché a noi can’t hold us.
Il testo è così lungo da preferirne uno a caso dei Datura. Ma magari è bello. Provate a leggerlo e poi ditemi. Io devo scriverescriverescriverescrivere…
Return of the Mack – get up
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn’t
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, Sweater Gang
Nope, Nope. y’all can’t copy that
Bad, moonwalkin’, This here, is our party
My posse’s been on broadway, and we did it our way
Grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I’m on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got the Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style
Money
Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustling
Chasing dreams since I was 14
With the 4 track, bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush shit
Labels out here, nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
Labels out here, nah they can’t tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Now, can I kick it? Thank you
Yeah I’m so damn grateful
I grew up really wanting gold fronts
But that’s what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y’all can’t stop me, I go hard like I’ve got an 808 in my heart beat
And I’m eating at the beat
Like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
(Why? Time to go off. Gone)? Deuces, goodbye
I’ve got a world to see;
And my girl, She wanna see Rome
Caesar’ll make you a believer
Nah, I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes
So I’m giving it back to the people now
Sing that song and it goes like…
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me;
If I fall they got me
Learn from that failure, gain humility
Then we keep marching, I said
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
“Na na NAna na naNA na”
And all my people say’
“Na na NAna na naNA na”
And all my people say’
“Na na NAna na naNA na”
And all my people say’
“Na na NAna na naNA na”
And all my people say’
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight till it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us