El nuevo proyecto discográfico de The Roots, grupo de hip hop y neo soul formado en 1987 y ganador del premio Grammy, se titulará “…And then you shoot your cousin” y llegará a las tiendas durante el mes de mayo.
Se trata del sucesor de ‘Undun’ de 2011 y será publicado bajo el sello Def Jam, siendo el onceavo disco de estudio del famoso súper grupo rap formado por artistas del calibre de Questlove, Tariq “Black Thought” y James Poyser.
Para preparar publico y fans, la banda ha ofrecido en streaming online la primera nueva canción incluida en el nuevo trabajo, ‘When the people cheer’, que ha sido retransmitida por la emisora radiofónica Hot 97 en exclusiva.
Estamos delante de un típico single de Roots con elementos de música jazz, clásico, hip hop de la vieja escuela y un gran utilizo de loops y percusiones: se trata básicamente de una balada que se transforma en un tema mucho más dinámico, experimental y emotivo.
A continuación, la letra de ‘When the people cheer’:
Lights, camera, chemical reaction
Attracted to a body of lies with fat asses
Thank the most high for the high of high fashion
My art of war is killer couture, denim assassin
Am I a douchebag or just another doo rag?
Tryna get ahead on some brand new wave shit
For your entertainment money is the language
So every time I speak I’m tryna make another payment
I do ‘em dirty, sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I would’ve learned that sleeping in the bird trap
Living on the run like somebody tryna burn fat
I don’t give a fuck, now maybe that’s abstinence
Or the arrogance of someone who ain’t got shit
That think money over bitches is a stock tip
I live in a trap where things load crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feeling He ain’t never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but nobody cares
They just want blood WHEN THE PEOPLE CHEER
I’m down to 95 dollars, that’s the extent of my riches
Out of 99 problems, 98 of ‘em is bitches
Out here hollering what’s ironic is
I’ve honestly been tryna do what’s right
But some jawn legs in the air tonight like Phil Collins
I’m a sex-addicted introvert, sucker for a pencil skirt
Looking for a shorty coming from work that I can pervert
On my existential grind doing consequential dirt
Searching for physical pleasure if I don’t go mental first
Molly popping, trolley hopping
Know somebody probably watching
That ain’t stopping me from copping a feel
Karate chopping in this after-hours spot
Watching mommy body rocking
First I feed her vodka shots then she eat my Jonnie Cochran
Living fast, drinking capt’
One of them hoes even had
The audacity ask me how long this thing would last
I said, “You wanna pay for class? Get on that stage and shake your ass”
She keep a dick in a box and in an emergency break the glass
I make her laugh, she makes it clap
And then she gives me lap dances and I’m thankful that
She keeps providing the place for me to be unfaithful at
I live in a trap where things load crack
Wake up in the boxes with a box of Apple Jacks
Everybody acts like God is all that
But I got the feeling He ain’t never coming back
So I got an angel that answer my prayer
Floating on the cloud that I blow in the air
Nobody wins but nobody cares
They just want blood WHEN THE PEOPLE CHEER
