Sicilian (sicilianu; Italian: lingua siciliana; also known as Siculu or Calabro-Sicilian) is a Romance language, spoken on the island of Sicily and its satellite islands. It is also spoken in southern and central Calabria (where it is called Southern Calabro), in the southern parts of Apulia, the Salento (where it is known as Salentino), and Campania, on the Italian peninsula, where it is called Cilentano (Gordon, 2005). Ethnologue (see below for more detail) describes Sicilian as being "distinct enough from Standard Italian to be considered a separate language" (Gordon) and is in fact recognized as a "minority language" by UNESCO and the European Union. Some assert that Sicilian represents the oldest Romance language derived from Vulgar Latin (Privitera, 2004), but this is not a widely held view amongst linguists, and is sometimes strongly criticized (2004, p. 151).
Sicilian is currently spoken by the majority of the inhabitants of Sicily and by emigrant populations around the world. The latter are found in the countries which attracted large numbers of Sicilian immigrants during the course of the past century or so, especially the United States, Canada, Australia and Argentina. In the past two or three decades, large numbers of Sicilians were also attracted to the industrial zones of northern Italy and indeed the rest of the European Union, especially Germany.
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's intro]
There was a curious secretive streak in the man,
which led to many dramatic effects - but left even his
closest friends guessing as to what his exact plans might be.
He pushed to an extreme, the axiom that the only safe plotter
was he who plotted alone.I was nearer him than anyone else,
and yet I always conscious of the gap between.
[Aceyalone]
Say mayne, let me rap to you for a minute
Say.. yeah, yea you - ay mayne, say you!
Say!Say mayne!Say mayne!
Say mayne let me rap to you for a minute
Yeah I gotta holla at you, yeah
Say what?
The QUESTION is how could a man like me
Actually, a man that's free
Of speech and the ability to reach, the masses
Never not, know what to say I know how brainwaves operate
Consistantly and our ideas, FUEL our existance
See if you can see if you can see if my resistance
Against this oppressor, a passive aggressor
Master professor, with every chance I get
To, lure some sleepin people out the pit
One, foot in the grave the other, foot in some shit
Yo time waits for no man, especially not you
Get yo' murk, this'll be yo' very first clue when
WORDS, fail and actions take over you will see
that them are no more you can take away freedom outcome
THERE I WAS, in between my freedom and a slug
When they, pull the plug
I'ma walk through the light that's ahead of me
Could've been, ANYONE instead of me so live and let it be
Spoken like they said it to me
Yo, say what's on yo' mind nigga, let the people see
SOME speaker's on the podium, hit you with the sodium
Go up in equipped without petroleum
But I'm a +Project Blowedian+
More complex than your Napolean
Okay, Double-A, never runnin out of things to
[Chorus]
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
Just SAY, whatchu wanna SAY
And watch what people SAY, about what you SAY
[Aceyalone]
The QUESTION is how could a guy like me
Actually, a mighty MC with the eye of a bee
Conditioned to the same ol' conditionin
Position in mid-air, limbo
Once upon a time I didn't care but
Now it's not that simple
Maybe I, should refrain
And let the unimaginative, non-creative ones give me some brains
Give me some brains
SAY!Maybe I should rename the talk
Run a lap with my trap while you backslide in the dark
My choppers, OH my choppers
Get me out of the worst work, blade choppers
Save the hoppers, boppers
Disballoon bar not a popper stopper
Feel the dreams cash cropper copper steel wool
Still pull chords
Wrestled with these bullhorns
With both arms, 'til they all submit
Put the mic on B-LAST and let me say some shit
[Chorus]
[Aceyalone]
Never runnin out of things to say..
Never runnin out of things to say, say, say mayne
Say mayne!Y-yeah, ay mayne, SAY!
Let me holla atchu
Say mayne, yeah you, say
Say what?What?
Say, say what say what?
Say what?Say what?
Say why?Yeah