Saturday, April 9, 2011

Brothers & Sisters! The year 2012 is approaching rapidly and only little time is left for our human race. In the last years on earth as we know it, Anikulapo will gather as much sounds, in as much styles possible and serve them to you in groovy, chaotic, cinematic and no-holds-barred soundsystem mixtapes. Scientific investigation has proven that there's still a whole bunch of tunes we must dig before we die. Only one thing can salvage the world, so many people already pressed the play button down here, which a well known and brilliant investigator claimed to be linked with a small rotating center in our universe, and we encourage you to do the same. It seems like there's this little center in space that's just rotating, constantly rotating, and there's these souls on it, and you're sitting there like cattle at a waterhole and there's no rap going on. There's no emotions that are strung out, so you're just sitting there and all of a sudden the next thing you know you will be drawn to a certain thing and the light gets bright. You can see certain stuff, a page being turned, and you see yourself next to a vietcong, you know, a soldier being cut down. You arrive on the scene of a soldier being shot down, and all of a sudden you feel like helping that soldier up, but you're feeling yourself held in another vibe, another sense of that soldier, it seems that the soul of him you know. And then you whisk back to the waterhole or the oasis and you're sitting there and you're rapping again or something, eating a banana creampie and sitting on grey hardwooden benches and so forth and all of a sudden somebody calls out again. But this is without words, that whole scene and all, all of a sudden, the next thing you know, you see yourself looking down at the left paw of the sphinx and the tomb of the king blourrr and his friendly facions and all these night social workers with matresses tied around their backs screaming: curb service! curb service! curb service! curb service!

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