Thievery Corporation - Letter to the Editor [Official Music Video]

Official music video for "Letter to the Editor" ft. Racquel Jones.
Get the Temple of I &I: https://thieverycorporation.com/temple/

After an exploration into bossa nova on the 2014 “Saudade” release, Thievery Corporation returns to the music of Jamaica for it’s 2017 album, The Temple of I & I. The band’s 10th studio album release was recorded at GeeJam Studios in Port Antonio, Jamaicaand features vocal appearances by Mr. Lif, Raquel Jones, Zee, Notch, Lou Lou Ghelichkhani, Shana Halligan, Elin Melgarejo & Puma.

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// CREDITS //
Directed by Richard Elgood
Edited by Andrew Labens

// LYRICS //

Pocket full a promises
Baby empty bellies
Poverty and Democracies
And political rallies

But who the rich a lobby for
Using me for votes
Pretend a mi yuh sorry for
Then win and its a joke

I'm sick of trick or treaters in costumes like dem as leaders
Charismatic public speakers
False prophets and fake healers.

Articulate perfect grammar scammer
Scamming us for votes
Infront of tv camera with an innocent approach.

Nuh mo lies and fallacies
Bun apologies
Try nuh ask please when a squeeze and yuh pan yuh knees

Justice or else says the minister Farakhan
Suh me stand up a Gordon house
Wid my Glock Inna me hand

If I take it literally, fuck it geez I'm kinda sorry
But smaddy need Fi answer
Gimmi Di microphone and Mek mi rep di innocent paying recompense for money spent to feed the governments

Yo! Gimmi Di microphone get the people riled up too much fuckery Piled up get di ting dem oiled up
Parallel universes in the same Ol' hemisphere
Authorities they don't care with dem nose up in the air

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Cause our bombs dem metaphoric
We talk Di truth and mek Di youths dem better for it
Cause I'm a fighter, yeah
If you agree put up yuh lighter, yeah

(Repeat)
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Mek the stench from ghetto fences permeate dem residences extend up through the trenches up to where the presidents is

Karma pan Di ones and twos yes it turn the tables
Had enough a you with your parable and fables

Jamaican bad gal queen and revolutionary
Neva quick Fi start a war but shoot whenever necessary

Product of the inner city
Where me come from it nuh pretty
Survive the nitty gritty
Ain't nobody taking pity

Survival kinda sticky
In New York Cali and philly
A di same ting a gwaan in a Kingston

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CHORUS x2
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These are the da days of the last days,
pan the last page of Di book of the dark age
We a path ways wid oppressors
Seek Predecessors
Wake up ancestors
Den we team up together

We will meet we will meet pan Di battle Di battle ground
Trade mi microphone
For a shottie and some copper stones
Just be ready When Di gavel sound
Bun a folly ground fus

Jah surround us
So We never nervous

Was a mental war now this shit turn physical
From long time scar we a reap the residual
From slavery to now, now the ting get critical
Dem CyAh kill we soul cause dem sight sey we spiritual

So They be like, hey,
prod the bull under Sykes as subliminal, get them mad
Then chastise dem as criminal
Give wi drugs under guise sey it clinical

CHORUS x2