quinta-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2016

Formation (Dirty) - Beyoncé denuncia o racismo na maior audiência da TV estadunidense - Toni C no Vermelho


Beyoncé esfrega o racismo na maior audiência da TV
Enquanto o carnaval fazia as pazes com as ruas do país e a TV Globo escondia o maior espetáculo a céu aberto em sua transmissão noturna. Longe da Marquês de Sapucaí, Beyoncé pautava o óbvio, ela não é a Globeleza.

Por Toni C.


Foi no intervalo da 50ª edição do Super Bowl, as finais do campeonato de futebol americano nos Estados Unidos, com a maior audiência da história da TV norte-americana: nada menos que 169 milhões de telespectadores, segunda a NFL. São aguardadas grandes apresentações nestas ocasiões, Michael Jackson, U2, James Brown, Paul Mccartney foram algumas das atrações em edições anteriores. Mas nenhuma causou mais polêmica que a apresentação da nova música de Beyouncé, Formation, que marcou um touchdown no racismo.

“Beyoncé pode ser uma entertainer talentosa, mas ninguém devia ligar para ela ou o que ela pensa que são questões sérias em nossa nação, ao contrário da aceitação desse clipe pró Panteras Negras e antipolícia pela mídia, quando são os homens e mulheres em azul que colocam suas vidas em risco por todos nós e merecem nosso apoio incondicional”, esbravejou um congressista republicano, condenando a cantora e seu novo videoclipe.



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What happened after New Orleans?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand

Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch
Oh yes, you best to believe it

Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin')
I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bamma
I like my baby hair, with baby hair afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

I see it, I want it
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low
Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what's mine, take what's mine
I'm a star, I'm a star
Cause I slay, slay
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
I slay, okay, all day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
We gon' slay, slay
Gon' slay, okay
We slay, okay
I slay, okay
I slay, okay
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J's, let him show up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay

I see it, I want it
I stunt, yeah, little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind 'til I own it
I twirl on them haters
Albino alligators
El Camino with the seat low
Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what's mine, take what's mine
I'm a star, I'm a star
Cause I slay, slay
I slay, hey, I slay, okay
I slay, okay, all day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
We gon' slay, slay
Gon' slay, okay
We slay, okay
I slay, okay
I slay, okay
Okay, okay, I slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay
Prove to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

Okay ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay
Okay ladies, now let's get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

Girl I hear some thunder
Golly this is that water boy, oh lord

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