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No Translation, No Comment

by Molina Speaks

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No Translation 02:20
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No Translation I. Your words kick me sideways, staring through my rearview Feel like I’m three blunts into my day May as well be six shots in a deep haze Darkest night highrise cruising down the freeway I’m sober to touch, no breakfast, no lunch Dreams caffeine rush, driving cars they fade Median blur my face, soul crashing with time I walk a fine line with death, a bird on a wire I’m a gunman for hire, flow swallow your fire I’m a poet with a chip tooth, call me a liar Burn the truth in your eyes, testing every desire Stomp your alleyways a hood ghost stayin’ alive Already died twice, I got the scars to prove it Got a few screws loose I test in the booth One microphone bitch I ain’t got nuthin 2 lose Every poem for the unborn, the rest is for you it’s true II. You cannot translate the sun or banging heat from a gun You cannot translate the silent screams piercing your sun You cannot translate the moon when daughters are scorned You can only write a song to heal spirits that morn My people feel the pain rooted deep, history’s ghost Speak dope to the beat, let it clear throats This ain’t hope nor hopeless, this ain’t show This the knife carving out every doubt you sew A flow to swallow all your losses, invisible mouth A marathon song that run strong through all of your towns I’m the sliver in your tongue you never translate Your mindstate—the lust in your love and your hate I’m the fate of your lies, through exposure they die The rebirth at dawn… yawn… open your eyes I’m the lime in your tequila glass to soften your smile I’m your angels and the demons sent to keep you alive (this life)
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Homeless in Denver 04:21
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Concerning the Case of the Disappearance of the Homeless; An Open Letter to the Mayor of Denver Chorus: I wanna talk to the mayor cuz the governor And the president feel outta my reach (I hope that you ain’t outta my reach…) I. Dear Mr. Mayor, I’d like to write you to inform you Of a situation I’ve encountered here in your city See here in my city it’s getting really cold I’m talking freezing toes, zero temperatures And I’m concerned sir… about the homeless If they ain’t disappeared seems there’s nowhere to go I don’t know if you know, but I think that you do That poor folk in your city are getting the iron boot It seems it all started in the fall of Occupy When You were elected to be Our Guy I mean Our city, not the Big Money coming in But Occupy was crushed, and then we saw a camping ban Cleaning up downtown for business but erase the faces Of characters who put Soul in historic places Now fences wrap around Maestas Park and Sonny Lawson Where poor people stay (Denver Rescue Mission) Chorus II. Before the first frost I was shooting hoops, Curtis Park With my ten year old sun, then the cops come It was Saturday, it was broad day yes They issued warnings… to everybody looking homeless I mean just looking poor, can you imagine that? Time to show your papers in Jim Crow land I try be a man, explain this to my sun Who loves Dr. King so he too got a Dream I’m breaking down things, then the cops circle back Enforcement roll in thicker, now they’re there to issue tickets My heart is feeling sicker, it’s time to leave My sun says “Dad, I will never be police” III. Denver Post, they write reports about the homeless Prostitutes and drug dealers on them Park Ave corners But Mr. Mayor, I have to write to inform you I know some rich folks buying sex and drugs too And me, I like sippin’ wine and eating good food Don’t make a lot of money but I love to travel too And now and then… I even dress like you Once in a blue moon I rent me a really fancy suit It’s true so this ain’t out of disrespect for you But how bout policies that show respect for the poor For the homeless, for the workers, as Denver’s rearranging People disappearing—gentrification IV. Maybe I write to you sir cuz I’ve been cold between homes But I got a car and friends and I made some ends I’m close again to being in my own building A new apartment, I’ll outfit it with some Goodwill And I don’t write you as activist, nor an artist Everybody know there ain’t no dough in being conscious Those days long gone, and so is Civics Those days of Occupy… something to remember Diversity of Denver I don’t want to miss it Poor folk, bi-racial couples, refugees and immigrants Thank you for your prompt attention, Denver resident Signed “Concerned Citizen”, Thank You for listening Outro Chorus: I wanna talk to the mayor cuz the governor and the president feel outta my reach (sir I hope that you ain’t outta my reach) (I really hope that you ain’t out of my reach) I wanna talk to the mayor you asked for my vote and now I’ll take a moment to speak (you asked for my vote, you gave me some hope) (now I’ll take a moment to speak) Outro: There are times my sun when somebody needs to speak and that speaker, it may be you yes it may be you…
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Still A Blessing 04:25
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Still a Blessing You are my… Beautiful This beat is magical Like this could be trust Like this could be dreams Like this could be us I. But that ain’t the feeling, and that ain’t the will And it isn’t just you, you think of the pill You think of the condom, you see it all wrong You wish it was right, you know that it’s not You think of the sex, or you think of the lack of it How did this happen? And why ain’t you passionate? From your first words you couldn’t imagine it And your actions? How could you fashion this? You were so careful with this, or maybe you were reckless But either way you both affected how can you correct this? Now it’s pain in every message crossed, feel the love is lost Calculate the costs… the cash is last It’s fast— the stress and doubt of steady climbing up this mountain And every second count in every blessing you ain’t counting Alarming and it’s sounding Loud, your chest is pounding Taller walls surround you, now your eyes are fountains You take one last look at that test, you know the rest is a mess Cuz neither choice is the best but life got real today Say what you gotta say, pick up the phone Now you’re off to the clinic god you feel so alone II. Now the clock is ticking and you feel the plot is thickening It’s sickening the strain you feel in how the pace is quickening What’s said is what was said, now it swelters you head And if wasn’t there it’s there now and there’s no way you can bend There’s so few you can talk to, there’s nowhere you can turn You face the burn inside your heart in lessons you will learn Your name is called and it’s your turn, the clinic feel ridiculous Or maybe you’re at home cuz there was no way you could witness this Do you have a last wish? Or is this… The logical finish… to this twist? Will it be the pill? Or let the doctor take it all? Do you take the drugs? Or do you feel it all? And if you ever thought… time had moved too fast Brace yourself, slow down, no future, no past There’s only now, This moment, stop and look within You can find healing still just be real and you feel everything III. This song is written for the spirit sons and spirit daughters Lifting curses from your spirit mamas and your spirit fathers Lift the hurt from all the words that scarred already brokenhearted souls Smoldered heavy through the pain and lonely moments This is for a lotus, this is for a seed This is for a rose, this is for a weed This is for a Lemon Star, a planted Amaryllis bulb This is like the jaguar mask I colored on the day you passed Supreme visions of great ones in my darkest night This is for my brighter days, all the ways you make me smile This is for our conversations, for your love and patience I know that you’re listening, I’m grateful that I witnessed this I count the blessings that you brought, blessings you will bring In every dream that lives inside the life that you have shown to me Reality reminders every death I have been forced to see The delicate balance this existence you have shown to me This is for the tree of life, this is for the water Every cycle spiral suns, mothers, fathers, daughters This is not goodbye my star, much beyond a hello Just a yellow moment to remind us of the heavens Another moment that a human got to learn to live with Peace through Resolution, peace through Recognition I cannot pretend… that I do not see your essence I cannot pretend… that I do not feel your presence I cannot pretend… I do not your see face inside the faces That I’m blessed to interact with on a daily basis You are not a dark secret, you are not a lonely scar I’d rather celebrate you living deep inside my heart So I’ll let you live in spirit, and I will let me live Thank you for reminding me reality is medicine Thankful for the understanding of my truest friends I will color with you every year on the days of the dead You’re still a blessing And it may take time… But You gotta talk about it brother, you gotta You gotta talk about it sister, you gotta You gotta talk about it brother, you gotta You gotta talk about it sister
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Everyday 03:37
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Everyday Everyday, Every single day Everyday, Every single day Verse I: Lately, I been wakin’, middle of a day dream… Thinking bout my paper, bills stack the table… Rip up all them paper, can you get me faded…. Tell me bout the legends of the dreamers who have made it, ah I’m a facelift… to my own faceless… vision of the day inside the day I’d never take it, nah My life is sacred… my life is sacred Every page my novel I’m no longer scared to face it Verse II: Lately, I wake screams, middle of these night dreams Thinking bout the inseams, I scheme the highbeams You know all I’ve seen, rather hit by lightning Than rehash all the drama of the season past that I scream I fiend what I see, believe what you be I see the icing… that I sing… when I swing from sightings of my dreams that flash even a chance of everything I’m writing, this new life—exciting Wake to my yawn I take to the dawn and start my morning proper like Say my grace to the sun gon’ rise and the light it bring my swollen eyes Touch my face, say amen that I slept through the night, brought back to life Size my day, roll out my bed, look outside then I drop to my mat Stretch my limbs, feel my breath, lower my chest feel the power in my fists Lead with my heart, fresh new start, water drink my body clean Thank my home, put on my clothes, I’m out the door to meet the dream Drink my coffee doing my work, it’s the simple things that make G’s work (Speaks) Speak to the day I lean in a way my vision say that I should move Intuition, I’m in a groove, I prove myself through the life I choose Use my smarts, hustle hard, trust myself to define my god When I walk, head to the sky, greet the people eye to eye I’m inside the rhymes that I write I’m living free outside the lines I am time, I am space, say my grace with the food I make Give and take, trust and faith, night engulf the day I made It gets late, close my eyes, thank the stars for the bricks I laid (Paid)
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Everybody 03:13
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Everybody I. This is a feeling, I know you feel it A really big feeling, I know you in So we sit in it, losses, winnings There ain’t no start nah, there ain’t no finish There’s only hustle and these fast lanes it’s insane There’s only fast moments, fast cars and heroine Weed liquor pills dollar bills, and short attention Speak the human condition, my only intention Everybody Everybody feel it Everybody hungry And they chasin’ like a million Everybody (you feel it) Everybody feel it Everything feel it Everybody Everybody runnin’ Everybody feelin’ like the barrel of a gun Everybody Done runnin’ Every everybody Everybody II. I just want a million, that ain’t much Not in these times, not the way they squeeze minds I bet that you don’t know, not a single soul Who ain’t got a big plan tell you they gon blow So they could blow (blow) all that big dough Do it like the big screen, a really big show That don’t show nothing that you ever touchin’ Nothing that will make you function that’s why everybody frontin’ Like they don’t feel it like they don’t see it coming But I’m a tell you something, I’m here and I ain’t running Until I’m out there running in a game that feel like hunger I’m a bless you and ya mutha with a song that’s more than money Like I’m flowin’ for a million even if it’s in my mind Never want or need that fame, nah I’m feeling fine Cuz I set these small goals, I kill it every time Making music with my homies and I’m a do it til I die (love) III. Bloody, these poems I flow, this is moment I know I’m out in the cold, there’s nowhere to go But I’m a rider… I’m surviving I’m striving… I’m climbing Right on time with these lines for your sour lime I mean your dark mind, I bring you sunshine I bring you rain drops until your pain stops I send you pictures for the wishes in your brain Through your shakes and your brakes so you feel sane You should not feel shame, I know your real name The Blue Planet, the most beautiful thing Can be a cold dream, I know why you had to go there But now you’re back and you’re back for good Let this song be a gun you tuck in your back If you ever doubt self, pull it out aim it at the world Just to let it know that you home, and you fuckin’ know
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WAY BEYOND 03:38
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Way Beyond I. Baby girl you got a fly ass, make me wanna spend cash I know you ain’t like that, make me wanna wife that You know who you is gurl, I like that You should tat my lines on your body I would like that Shorty I’ll be right back, gotta smack putos Mo Speaks da ruler, the other rappers pseudo Skinny ass Chicano flexin like I sumo Fuck ya whole scene, shouts out ta Yuzo I’m the OG M.C. impervious to failure Mo Speaks, I defies what they tells ya That goes wide fo professas and dumb rocks Pop you sub tweetas in my mouth like gum drops Vomit rap shit up, ya taste suck… You waste a lot of time, I write a lot of rhyme Pull up to the venue—another show (show) Everybody play they role, play ya role Mechanical, I’m a CANNIBAL But I don’t eat rapper foos I can’t stomach you or stand you Ain’t here to reprimand you, or school you I ain’t Zulu, just a cholo schemin’ Ya gun raps easy and I ain’t talkin’ Eazy My mind an itchy trigga finger squeezin’ at these divas My Flow got a long neck barrel bustin’ dreams My Metaphors is mack tens dustin’ off ya wings Dranks pourin Pills poppin Blunt smokin Bottles poppin Hot or not Got a glock Spendin’ cash Phone apps Fat ass Model facelift S class whip Got a bad bitch Got swag Poppin’ tags Maybachs Rollin’ kush Sneakers swoosh Obama Bush II. Stone cold killa every beat producer hand me Bang my shit on repeat like that repeat shit on B.E.T. You can rep me Denver city gritty rep Molina I got you, I got you… high… like reefer Jump in my two seater, pilot running over meters Planting bombs in the speaker boxes of the nonbelievers I’m the Cuban Revolution you Julius Ceaser Going nutso like I’m Yeezus… I don’t snort no coke Write a rhyme for every rap critic tweet that you post Write a song for every boast I take you for jokes I’m the boss never lost, I floss a different echelon Fuck ya tv screen, pseudo pop Decepticons I’m from the planet Shityounot, ain’t on that shit you on Sniff you out, shit on you, I aint leave no residue Not celebate from smoke but I waste no blunts Only time I’m lighting up is when a playa tryna fuck Colorado hip-hop I raise the bar high Only thing I’m poppin is yo head til I die The Artist Revenge, Off wit yo head, a challenge: BE PROLIFIC, check my resume now who da Pimp? Dranks pourin Pills poppin Blunt smokin Bottles pop Hot or not Got a glock Spendin’ cash Phone apps Fat ass Model facelift S class whip Got a bad bitch III. See me wit a white girl, see me wit a black girl Neither one a bitch playa that just how a playa feel This a drug deal… a really big pill Can you swallow real mama tell me how you really feel This is skill, I said this skill This is skill, I said this skill I say the same words, same words same words, so ya heard This is bird talk, stop it let the party rock Rockin til the party stop, party rockin’ all night long You can bump it on ya phone, phone, phone, You can have a lot of fun, fun, fun, Fifth Element still relevant fatter than an elephant You can vote Molina Speaks for President This ain’t ol skool… this ain’t new skoo… This ain’t tru skoo… This just how The Poet do…

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No Translation, No Comment
by Molina Speaks

1. No Translation (produced by Mikey Fresh)
2. Concerning the Case of the Disappearance of the Homeless; An Open Letter to the Mayor of Denver (beat by Boonie Mayfield)
3. Still a Blessing (beat by Boonie Mayfield, featuring vocals by Amadeo Miera and Melissa Ivey)
4. Everyday (beat by DJ Icewater)
5. Everybody (beat by DJ Icewater)
6. WAY BEYOND (beat by Babah Fly)

EP Mixed and Mastered by DJ Icewater
“No Translation” recorded by Mikey Fresh at Soul City Studios
All other tracks recorded by Role Pley at Late Nite Studios
Cover art by Karma Leigh

A special thank you to those who have contributed time, artistry, energy, inspiration, thoughts, prayers, curses, sound, sight, voices, ears, roadblocks, bridges, intentions, trust, strength, alma, purpose. You know who you are.

2014: We go way beyond.

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released December 22, 2013

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“Molina may be the only MC in Denver who has transcended being boxed into any particular facet of the scene.” – Denver Post RVRB

“Things have changed, and every now and then, an artist puts their account of life’s changes into play, all over phat beats. Molina is that artist. A culturist who balances his revolutionary politics with his ability to rap like no other..." – Westword ... more

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