Nafada

by Konqistador

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 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
4.
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 
5.
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 


6.
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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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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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