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No Translation

from No Translation, No Comment by Molina Speaks

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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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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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from No Translation, No Comment, 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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