Tired of The Sirens

Lately we’ve be looking for the silence
You know how it is, you know the way it goes
This is what it feels like to be honest
Don’t act like you ain’t never been here before
We don’t give a fuck about the mileage
We ain’t really here cause we just come and go
This is what it feels like to be honest
You know how it is, you know the way it goes

Hit this, isn’t it twisted how we just sit here puffing all day?
Hit this, isn’t it this shit, what we be missing, want it all day

We lying, we floating, it’s all for the silence
We live and we learn but, we long for the silence
We lying, we floating, it’s all for the silence
We live and we learn but, we long for the silence

You been tired of the sirens
I been running from the lights
You been searching for the silence
Just to light it up tonight

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Nu Africa ๐Ÿ™Œ

I found utopia in Ethiopia
I gotta be with beautiful women, I got a phobia
But my side ho from Morocco
And I got another chick in Nairobi ’cause…
Nu Africa
I look like Fela Kuti when I’m rollin’ up
Prolly ’cause all the groupies show me love
Nu Africa
I’m on my way down to Cape Town
They say that’s a young nigga’s playground
I met this chick from Mali in the party
She said she took a molly in the party
Man I swear her titties were so big
I said, “Pardon me, but who let Dolly in the party?”
Magic Johnson built some condos in the Congo
Kanye built a mall out in Senegal
Turn the Rwanda to a five star, witness, aww
Chillin’ in Angola with a skinny little Guinea broad
Somewhere in her 20s and she get my little Jimmy hard
‘Cause her whole physique is unique
She petite, plus her daddy is the king of Mozambique
When I met him, he had on that new Patek Phillipe
Took a seat
Everything kosher like Jewish meat
My mystique got her intrigued in disbelief
And she speak 6 different languages including Greek
And I love the way her booty cheeks move to the beat
I’m Prince Akeem
And you must be my queen-to-be
Just think of playin’ golf off the gulf of Guinea beach
Somewhere in Cameroon rollin’ plenty tree
And a bunch of beef stew, yeah we don’t do no Mickey D’s

Little Titties + fat Belly

โ€œAs Princess Nokia I can project the multi-dimensional aspects of myself that I could not express with the name Wavy Spice. I can venture into any realm of music or character of my choosing without confusion. Iโ€™m making worldly musicโ€”music that will talk to all kinds of people. Banjee girls in Harlem, teen brides in the Middle East, gay boys in East Asia. Labels no longer matter. My new music is cosmic and three-dimensional, and it will really speak of who Princess Nokia is. Princess Nokia is sound. It is progression. It is all that I am.โ€

Click Hereย to watch Destiny, anย Orian Barki directed documentary (produced by The FADER) about Princessย Nokia’s journey

Transi dans la Terre

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passionโ€”
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
โ€” Emily Brontรซ,ย Remembranceย (exc.)