Da diverse settimane circola in tv lo spot della nuova fragranza firmata da Paco Rabanne, “Invictus”, a cui prendono parte un famoso sportivo per la realizzazione “fisica” e un famoso rapper per la parte musicale. Curiosi di sapere chi?
Il protagonista indiscusso è l’ “invictus” Nick Youngquest, famoso rugbista e modello australiano, che ha già posato nel 2006 insieme ad altri modelli, per un calendario con nudo integrale i cui ricavati sono stati devoluti interamente in beneficenza alla ricerca per il cancro al seno.
La musica, invece, è quella forte e potente di Kanye West, “Power” appunto. La hit del rapper americano è contenuta nel quinto album di Kanye intitolato “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy“.
Sotto, il video dello spot e poi dell’audio di “Power” con il testo.
TESTO “POWER”
I’m living in that 21st century doin’ something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the powder
(21st century schizoid man)
The system broken
The school is closed, the prisons open
We ain’t got nothin’ to lose, mufucka we rollin’
Huh? Mufucka we rollin’
With some light skinned girls and some heavy rollers
In this white man world, we the ones chosen
So good night cruel world I’ll see you in the morning
Huh? I’ll see you in the morning
This is way too much, I need a moment
No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the powder
Till then, fuck that, the world’s ours
And as they um hmm
And then they
And then they um hmm
And then they
And then they um hmm
And then they
(21st century schizoid man)
Fuck SNL and the whole cast
Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass
More specifically they can kiss my asshole
I’m an asshole, you niggas got drugs
You sure-minded niggas y’alls is Napoleon
My furs is Mongolian, my ice (?)
And I embody every characteristic of the egotistic
You know he’s so fucking gifted
I just needed time alone with my own thoughts
Got treasures in my mind but couldn’t open up my own vault
My childlike creativity re-exhibiting purity and honesty is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child I’m fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that they entrusted me
As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece
Thinking
No one man should have all that power
The clock’s ticking I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the powder
Till then, fuck that, the world’s ours
And as they um hmm
And then they
And then they um hmm
And then they
And then they um hmm
And then they
(21st century schizoid man)
Cold powers(?), Austin Powers
Lost in translation with a whole fucking nation
They say I was the abomination of Obama’s nation
Well that’s a pretty bad way to start the conversation
At the end of the day goddamnit I’m killing this shit
I know damn well y’all feeling this shit
I don’t need your pussy bitch I’m on my own dick
I ain’t got a power chick, who you going home with?
How Ye doing? I’m surviving
I was drinking earlier, now I’m driving
Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hiding?
I got the power to make your life so exciting
Now this will be a beautiful death
I’m jumping out the window, I’m letting everything go
I’m letting everything go
Now this will be a beautiful death
I’m jumping out the window, I’m letting everything go
I’m letting everything go
Now this will be a beautiful death
Jumping out the window, letting everything go
Letting everything go
You got the power to let power come
