Nafada

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Konqistador step forward with their bravest and boldest recorded music to date, a genre-bending, full length album titled Nafada.

Konqistador evoke the Arabic word انتفاضة Intifada/Nafada to inspire creative direction and social cause for their upcoming release titled ‘Nafada’ — a collaboration project sharing a ‘no borders, no boundaries’ platform with a host of international women in hip hop.

There is no denying, hip hop is the language of resistance. The word Nafada is often rendered into English as resistance or rebellion. Konqistador will produce Nafada in collaboration with a vanguard of socially conscious music makers with a mission to invoke a call to action, to speak out, be heard and create compelling new works to inspire the next in line to do the same.

Nafada features Medusa Tn (Tunisia), Soultana (Morocco), Salome MC (Iran), Meryem Saci (Algeria), Miss Undastood (USA), Sultana (Turkey) and HanHan (Philippines).

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released September 5, 2019

©2019 Konqistador Music
Producers: INfest8, Reginald Tiessen
Additional Producers: *see track credit info
Writers: INfest8, Reginald Tiessen, Elizabeth Graham
Record + Mix: INfest8
Additional Recording: Reginald Tiessen
Master: Tempermill Studios Detroit

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Konqistador deliver cinematic, downcast, darkwave with glitched synth, bass-heavy and drum-forward industrial style production and perform live with provocatively themed, syncopated projection. Detroit based multi-arts practitioners Reginald Tiessen and Elizabeth Graham are the key members of Konqistador since it's inception in 2005 and regularly collaborate with INfest8 (Sydney, Australia). ... more

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Track Name: Eden, Woman's War X Medusa Tn
Hate or love why should you choose

Her struggle is sure to continue
Female as the strength of 2 , 3, and 4 man

I am not a half man afraid of collapse 


A malignant world

Looks like her

Her ambitions rise above the sidewalk 

Running and seeking to earn the loaf



Here who said

A lot of bullshit trying to have her dependence

They make her a reason to earn money 

Because they think she is part fragmented and not a full human being



On the name of love,
She wanted she seek

To win the peaks



On the name of adoring

She loved, created and take care of

And educated a nation



On the name of Hate,

She knelt suffered and suffered
For the ignorance of doctrine



Fuck and a thousand fucks

For those who do not see light on her



Then comes those who chuckle at her
Seeking to win her feelings

Stabbing her freedom 

Because she disturbs him with her willing

Because she is an immortal flower


Tear these roots
Sister of sisters
Mother of mothers
Wrap me up
Return to Eden
Tear me up
Return to Jericho
Damascus, Sidon, Fayoum



Who gave birth
Who spends her night giving breast
Who never asked anything but gave everything
Who was able to succeed without the presence of a woman in his life



Hate or love why should you choose
Her struggle is sure to continue

Female as the strength of 2 , 3, and 4 man

I am not a half man afraid of collapse

I'm not a half man

I'm not a complement for the man

I'm not fragile 
look at all that I endure



Ulysses' daughter goes around the continents
Nothing prevents her from seeking knowledge



The misery from a woman is not easy it's true

But she only does misery to who deserves it 

A sweet and protective mother and creative artist

But you already know the value of motherhood



To summarize I say in two sentences

We do not exclude men we are complementary

Hate or love why should you choose
I choose the love i choose the struggle 


Tear these roots
Sister of sisters
Mother of mothers
Wrap me up
Return to Eden
Tear me up
Return to Jericho
Damascus, Sidon, Fayoum



Who gave birth
Who spends her night giving breast
Who never asked anything but gave everything, 

Who was able to succeed without the presence of a woman in his life

I want to live my life as I want

I want to make my country proud of me
Where I go I make my voice heard
While leaving the torch to my descendants
Track Name: Adrestia X Soultana
It's like the first time i write
Whenever i catch the pencil i just start to insult
Coz whoever will come will i sult us, will rob us and betray us
Between the ones who talked and the ones who kept silence
Between the real men and those who pretend to be macho
Between the one who is selling the meat
Who is selling the blood and the one who is selling the religion

The ball is still in their court
Just with art we'll judge them
Tell them tell them
How long this country will keep taking from us and give them
Do you still think the country and the government will change
Just because of your words

If I write your hypocrisy in my book will not be enough
I'll keep silence / because i will touch them without saying names
The cultivated person will die but their words will live
The silent/uneducated people will live, but in fear and silence
If the cultivated person tells the silent people about their rights
They will not react

We are just guests in a country controlled by a mafia.
They will say, but morocco is the most beautiful country in the world!
But i say, this lie is the biggest in the world.
They split the richest milk between them
But the people are fed the tainted dregs

he is censored
She is shamed
Break my arc
I'm afire
I'm enraged
Blackest heart
It's agony
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed

Its like you’re already dead, why do ask when you will die
The cops arrest you for the butt of someone else's joint just for their quota
We all don't want to live in this country, not just you
But we only pray during Ramadan or to ask for rain
The contradictions that flow in our blood
Whoever you talk to will make you regret it
They pour their own poison
The ones that preach don't practice what they preach

Moroccans understand everything
Moroccan judges everyone
When this Moroccan gets angry he will write a Facebook status or stay silent
Being a true man is just some words for him
If realness was on sale in a store, you couldn't handle it
Citizenship is becoming worthless
When the imams sermon begins with ‘long live the king’
They’re thinking about themselves and don't
Even ask the naked person what they need

If you open the doors and let him go
He’ll just save his loved ones and send back snaps with wads of cash
Just keep eating and drinking until you die,
You are worth nothing here,
You might end up as food for the big fish in the sea

he is censored
She is shamed
Break my arc
I'm afire
I'm enraged
Blackest heart
It's agony
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed
Her verse is cursed




NEW !!!

It s like the first time i write

Whenever i catch the pencil i just start to insult

Coz whoever will come will i sult us, will rob us and betray us

Between the ones who talked and the ones who kept silence

Between the real men and those who pretend to be machos

Between the one who is selling the meat ( they sell their daughters bodies and verginity to saoudian rich men ), the who is selling the blood and the one who is selling the religion

The ball is still in their court

Just with art we ll judge them ( rir blfen means with art but at in darija means with tricks )

Tell them tell them

How long this country will keep taking from us and give them

Do you still think the country and the government will change just because of your words ( some rappers went to jail and they said that the were in jail because of their politic words but it s not what happened and now they are living in belguim for an asylum)

If i write your hypocrisy in my book will not be enough

I ll keep silence / because i will touch them without saying names

The cultivated person will die but their words will live

The silent/uneducated people will live, but in fear and silence

If the cultivated person tells the silent people about their rights, they will not react

We are just guests in a country controlled by a mafia.

They will say, but morocco is the most beautiful country in the world!

But i say, this lie is the biggest in the world.

They split the richest milk between them

But the people are fed the tainted dregs


2nd Verse:


Its like you’re already dead, why do ask when you will die

The cops arrest you for the butt of someone elses joint just for their quota

We all dont want to live in this country, not just you

But we only pray during ramadan or to ask for rain

The contradictions that flow in our blood

Whoever you talk to will make you regret it

They pour their own poison

The ones that preach dont practice what they preach(nonbelievers saying follow islam)

Moroccans understand everything

Moroccan judges everyone

When this Moroccan gets angry he will write a Facebook status or stay silent

Being a true man is just some words for him

If realness was on sale in a store, you couldnt handle it

Citizenship is becoming worthless

They’re thinking about themselves and dont even ask the naked person what they need

If you open the doors and let him go(emigrate)

He’ll just save his loved ones and send back snaps with wads of cash

Just keep eating and drinking until you die,

You are worth nothing here,

You might end up as food for the big fish in the sea
Track Name: Hamazan X Meryem Saci
I appeal to the queen mother Our land Gaia
Who has absorbed the wars of our father
Thirsty for strafing

I appeal to the spirit of Ifri and Tina Rinen
Warrior protectors matriarchs
indigenous North African

I appeal to Maat's wisdom and justice
To balance the game
Before all the pieces are smashed

I ask the benevolence
Of the goddess of Heaven Innana
A vision in panorama
Which defile in slideshow

ASE
May the spirit of Osun fill us with love and strength
Between the tree and the bark
Sabotage and debauchery
End to end

Charge
A Bad Gyal Army on Mic is Fatal
A burst of awakening
To our ancestral goddesses

Hamazan
We are no longer legends
We are beautiful and well presented

Words went red went black
Weapons as verse curse black
Levitate hang rise

Godly, holy

Ah these women! Again, these women!
Who complain about everything, nothing at all

Oh la la, help Mr 'I do not understand'
All these fights that escalate against patriarchy
If you do not pick up the case - yah
Sit down
Be humble
And listen to good liver
Michelle Obama or Malala
Fairness threatens only those who profit from Imbalance, wars and militia
Sakara was the only one who frees
As defends Angela Rye, the real battle
Is against a mentality already in fault, which derails

We will recreate a world
Without walls of fear and without visas
With the authenticity of Frida and the grace of Lupita
Oscars carpets are illuminated
At conferences like Ilhan Omar
A Bad Gyal Army on Mic is Fatal
A burst arousal Hamazan

Words went red went black
Weapons as verse curse black
Levitate hang rise

Godly, holy


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Je fais appel a la reine mère Notre terre Gaia

Qui a absorbé les guerres de nos père assoiffé de mitraillage

Je fais appel a l’esprit d’Ifri et de Tina Rinen

guerrière protectrices matriarchs autochtones nord africaines

Je fais appel a la sagesse et la justice de Maat

Pour équilibrer le jeu avant que Tous les pions ne se fracassent

Je demande la bienveillance de la déesse des cieux Innana

une vision en panorama

qui Defile en diaporama

Que l’esprit D’Osun nous remplisse

d’amour et de force

entre l’arbre et l’écorce

sabotage et débauche

bout a bout on Désamorce

Une Armée de Bad Gyal

sur le mic c’est Fatal

Un éveil en rafale

A nos deesses ancêtrale

Hamazanes,

On n’est Plus des légendes

debout aux PREMIERS Rangs

on est belles et bien présentes,


ET ON EST PRÊTE À CHARGER
Track Name: Karitha X Salome MC feat. DJ Los
There's a bit of evil in every good, a bit of evil
yeah, a bit of evil
There's a bit of evil in every move, a bit of evil
yeah, a bit of evil
There's a bit of evil in every secret, a bit of evil
yeah, a bit of evil
There's a bit of evil in every sea and cave and rock and gold;
a bit of evil behind every door


What is this evil
What is this evil
What is this evil
What is this evil

As I sit here in the middle of the night
Pumping milk, pumping sweat and lung clots
Looking at the heavenly face of Y of my blood
I can't help but think can there be such thing as true evil
It's the primeval instincts and feeble, hopeless retrieval
of my prenatal soul case; I’m ager to cast cynical lyrics
so I’d say there’s no fucking evil


What is this evil
What is this evil
What is this evil
What is this evil

The hands, hands which hold the thumbs
of their mothers and fathers, from cradle to the difficult trials of life...
they got the will to power
the path of the damned
is sometimes longer than an epic, sometimes shorter than a hemistich
time to start counting (three, two, one)
watch while the fingers of those same hands
press the button of WR104

Banality of evil up on the tower
There is no evil only will to power
Goodnight sweet pea 
Track Name: Safiyya X Soultana
I know how i started
I know where I'm going
My tears remind me if i forget the bad i faced in my life is a black line
Poverty
Reality
My time that I’m wasting
Year after year
I’m waiting for a solution
Doors closed against one opened door
Even the eyes have colors i’m seeing black and white
Away from their lies i don t support humiliation
Handcuffed by chains, choked with a rope
I’m not a hypocrite that’s why they look at me like a stranger
They’re digging to bury me they fall in the the mud
Standing on top of the mountain
Screaming lonely
I will make it or i ll loose
Still trying to get to the limit line
I will revive the happiness i buried

They say it’s useless to start 

You’ll get carried away
You know you better than them 

Just keep it alive 

They say it’s senseless to start

You light down on this day 



How many real brothers became enemies
You try to do good they forget it
The ones i cared for they made my life like hell
They call you just the time they need you
Their silence will never be a solution
My voice will never reach the world
Thanks to God i have never accept humiliation
I have one face that will never change
You killed me with lies you re saying in my absence
I translated my life in two lines
When i will die you all will dance on my grave
I want nothing just keeping a good memory of me
Don’t be a product for selling and buying
Don’t let their words break you
Let them say what they want coz when you give up nobody will help you

They say it’s useless to start 

You’ll get carried away
You know you better than them 

Just keep it alive 

They say it’s senseless to start

You light down on this day 


Track Name: Nafada X Meryem Saci + Sultana
When the veil is lifted
And that your eyes only cry
Touch the tip of a frightened reality
Truth makes you squawk at images of depopulated territories
In the meantime, feel sorry for her when your hot bread is not grilled
Gaza Gang Arab Spring, Bosnia, Kosovo, n Chechen
Why's the enemy's always in governance
And the people always in sufferance
If the oppression is not flagrant it is insidious
Systematic, economically malicious.
Operation, Fight or flight, Always in activated mode.
All mode is afraid of the other so no one is ever real
Still relevant History of race, class
Beliefs or attachments
Hostile territory, we are not all docile
Peace begins first in itself No need for cross
This type of intifada is overflowing with

Sophia, Mary Magdeli - I, We, You, Me, She
One big beautiful unforgettable angry scene
She like you've never seen
Woman like you've never seen
Man, Woman like, like, like you, you'll never be

Hey people rise above the hateful lies
Generation after generation disengaging fatal attraction
Everything around is so corrupt
Tales of villains—dealings—killing in the land of living
In rebellion to biblical kingdom
In freedom I rise
Who exercise control?
Who is God? Who is Human?
What is a Man? What is a Woman?
Why can’t I be the Pope or Rabbi or the Imam?
That’s right man
I am the woman
I have been child bearing—child raising—child caring
For your satisfaction I have been even kuma* sharing
I’ve been in servitude long
Harassed on—oppressed on
Domesticated—violated—mutilated—underpaid—undermined
I am refined in marriage
That’s how I have been defined
I have been doing fine
Cheering from the sideline
I have been doing fine
Nafada for Nafaka
I have been doing fine
NOW is the time
Wake up sister wake up—be awake
Medieval mystic burned at stake
Sharia law stones to death
Beyond Denial
In my saga
I am Eva—Siva—Nuah
I am the Mother Earth—Moon—Sun
I am divine power
Track Name: Sahar X Miss Undastood
Dedication, Commitment, Honesty, I’m consistent
This for the Rich, The Middle Class, Outcast, and The Indigent
Their empathy be so fake cuz they not really living it
I’m Adrien Bronner, I won the fight so my vibe you not killing it
It's my time, my turn, swallow diamonds shine the whole day
Walking my path, no short cuts, Jill Scott I took the long way
No handouts, no favors F you pay me, what they all say
Can't expose me, no secrets, I just do what the song say, Ayye

Exposed like
Exposed like skin
Exposed like
Exposed like skin

I lose weight I gain weight
I don’t know how to feel cause they body shaming, I look in the mirror I look Good
But my real body won't make me instafamous
Trying to rid myself of the guilt, pride, and self-blaming
Self-Love is a big deal, realize you amazing
I'm not perfect but I'm worth it, I'm a Queen gotta affirm it, My presence make em nervous
Cuz I'm swimming in my purpose
Screaming to the top of my lungs I just wanna be heard
Want the Respect, Recognition, Revenue that I deserve
Want The Grades That I earned
No C’s with a curve
Caterpillar been dead, soon as the Butterfly emerged
Wont help me get to the ice-cream ok its self-serve
My Talent A Gift & A Curse
I'm enough but they still wanna search, Watch Me Work

Exposed like
Exposed like skin
Exposed like
Exposed like skin

God is my predictor
Hands wrapped around like constrictors
I was down he kicked her
No longer a victim, I'm a victor
Better not bitter
I seen a therapist no stigma
Anger keeping me up at night, can't be worried bout no Mister
It's my truth, my Story
Can't Hold the Pen, I’m tell it
Not living in F-E-A-R for emphasis I had to spell it
Best revenge is success I can taste it, I can smell it
Heart under construction get away if you insecure and over jealous
I like who I’m Becoming I just Michelle’ed It
Do you wanna whine or you wanna win?
I start over hit begin
Miss Undastood here tell a friend, I don’t follow no trends
I'm exposed like the skin
To be this nice is a sin
Track Name: Kahina X Medusa Tn
I love my ground
The land of Amazigh
I will give it all whatever happens to me
I have been faithful to my people for years
The Arabs wants to colonize us we are ready for the war
My tribe is protected by me, me is the Kahina
With my life I ​​protect it and we will be always here for it
Djerawa African Amazigh in the Blood
Maghreb in Atlantic attacked by the East
They want us to be arabs but I stood as an Obstacle
Okba Ben nafa3 and ben Noman attacked us from the east
I was hidden in the mountains and frighted very well

Heart sure
It’s better
Heart sure
It’s better

They say a Kahina is a magician who sees tomorrow in dreams
The daughter of Africa not Alice and Hanibal
I will never let them colonize us the Arabs and the Romans
They attacked us the arabs but I kicked them in the mountains
They didn’t understood anything when they saw the arrows in the legs of their camel
They say, a wicked sorceress who adore the idols
He thought I will get back Hassan Ibn No3man
The Romans were defeated and I become a symbol of courage
A woman better than thousand man mentioned for this hour
I prefer burning my ground than given it to them
So I asked to destroy it that they deter of it
In 35 years I learned my people how to be unite
I was able to free Khanchala, Tunisia and Tabarka
The Kahina is Amazigh
The Kahina is berber
I am the Kahina of Africa.
I am the Kahina
Dihiya Dihiya

Heart sure
It’s better
Heart sure
It’s better
Track Name: Visaya X HanHan
Visaya points to the pride of the people of the Visaya region. And reminds us all of our commonality, not our differences. We all came from ashes.

HanHan's approach is melodic, and she chooses to sing almost exclusively in Filipino languages — Tagalog and Cebuano — rather than shoehorning her ideas into translation in order to cater to English-speaking audiences.

“Indio”, they call us dumb no brain, no pride uneducated people
Yati!
 She is a proud Visaya

Be careful with your words
Slow down a bit
Solid
 with beautiful hearts

We are nice

Every muscle in my body is soft and kindhearted
But....
If you cross us

We will stand for our rights
We fight the wicked, 
the crocodiles of society
Where you’re from, never forget
Always do what is right

Different belief systems, religion
All Muslims and Christians
All came from the ashes
Remember that all the people in the world
All came from one (Where from)

All came from one (Where from)

All came from the ashes

Tout venait des cendres
We all came from ashes
Ma voix, dangereuse
Mon coeur, ma fierté

My skin, my pride
My voice, dangerous
Resistant, definitely

I am king

Caution

Tout venait des cendres
We all came from ashes
Ma voix, dangereuse
Mon coeur, ma fierté

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