Haters of Die Antwoord are popping all over the interweb with countless claims that Die Antwoord is Fake. All I have to say to that is: “Oh, really?” Take a look around, take a look at contemporary music scene. Take a look at the likes of Lady Gaga, Jessica Simpson, Miley Cyrus or other imbeciles. The entire world of entertainment is fake. Pretending you are somebody else to make it big is nothing new. It’s been here ever since entertainment industry came to exist and will be here for as long as there is money in it. Is Die Antwoord fake or not? Who cares. The music is real, the next generation beats are real, their live concerts are real, Yo-Landi Vi$$er is damn effin real and I’d hit that. Most of all – their South African accent is real. What’s there to call fake still?
I can quite imagine that they play these simpletons making it part of their act and basing their “fake” philosophy on it, but I could care less. Their music rocks and delivers. Do they exaggerate in the interviews? Perhaps and who cares. So do all other performers who stick with what matches their style. Make sure you keep your eyes locked on Ninja’s ballsack. You’ll get enough of it throughout this interview. It’s pretty “self spoken”.
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Die Antwoord is the poop these days. Accent is a big win in their case. It almost seems that if you speak with an accent that has not been used in rap music yet, you have all it takes to make it. Die Antwoord certainly have that advantage with their funny South African accents, but they’re also really cool and bring up valid points in their songs. It’s as if a bunch of drug junkies got together and made it big. I dig Die Antwoord, they totally deliver.
The video above is a bit not safe for work. It contains explicit language and partially exposed woman’s buttocks when awesome Yo-Landi Vi$$er pokes her ass towards the camera like she’s some skanky booty girl, shakes those cheeks a bit and then pulls down her pants and underwear to reveal that tasty ass crack she’s sporting. So hot. Die Antwoord are going to be a massively huge success worldwide. They don’t pretend to be anyone they are not. They are as genuine as they get and Ninja has serious talent.
I believe you have already seen and wetted your pants to Beat Boy freestyle rap and Enter the Ninja. Now go and check out the Jamming in a taxi video above. Not for the squeamish and weak of mind.
I have to talk some more about the awesomeness from South Africa – Die Antwoord. These guys totally caught on me and I can’t seem to get enough of their funny accents and well executed cyber rave rap music. Die Antwoord – Enter the Ninja is by far my favorite song by the South Africans and I particularly appreciate the intermezzo at 4.04 mark.
That little, perky, funny haircut sporting blonde who goes by the name of Yo-Landi Vi$$er is cute in the video too. She also sounds cute which is hardly ever the case with female singers. They usually sound irritating (Beyonce, for example) making you want to stab drunken squirrels in the eye. Yo-Landi Vi$$er is nothing like that. Listening to her voice makes you want to apply warm massage oil to your testicules.
Ninja, the man himself with his awesome box cut hair and awkward tattoos is the soul of Die Antwoord, making Die Antwoord what it really is. Then there is previously introduced DJ Hi-Tek who has the skill to make “next level” beats on a PC computer. Damn, Die Antwoord are the new shit.
Enter the Ninja video is below and the lyrics below the video. Please note that while most of the lyrics are in English, some of the lyrics are in Dutch/Afrikaan:
[Yo-Landi Visser]
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I’m a ninja, yo
My life is like a videogame
I maintain when I’m in the zone
One player one life on the mic
I’m in the dark
Go, ninja, go!
No f**kin around I’m cutting down
Anyone in my path
Tryna f**k up my game with razor sharp
Lyrical throw stars
Killin’ my flow
Hos! Ska!
Wild, outta control
Ninja skop befokte rof taal
Rough rhymes, tough times
Met fokkol kos, skraal
Till I hit triple seven at the ATM
Straight famine or feast,
When you’re living on the razor edge
Stay sharp, sharp
Rolling with the $O$
High energy
Never seen zef so fresh
Uh, when we mic check
Hi-Def flow’s flex
Yo we optimistic
Not f**king depressed
We not like the rest
My style is UFO
Totally unknown
You can’t f**k with my new Zef flow
I’m hard to miss
“You can’t do this, you can’t do that”
Yo, f**kin’ who said so?
I do what I like
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
You can’t f**k with the chosen one
I-I-I-I-I want the knife
I’m a Ninja
[Yo-Landi Visser]
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
Ninja is poes cool
But don’t f**k with my game
Boy or I’ll poes you
Life is tough
When I get stuck
When my time is up
I push through
Till I break-break-break
on through to the other side
Fantastically poor with patience like a stalker
Ninja is hardcore
Been cut so deep, feel no pain
Its not sore
Don’t ask for kak or
You’ll get what you ask for
I’m like a wild animal in the corner
Waiting for the break of dawn
Trying to get through the night
Just a man with the will to survive
My blade swing free
Decapitate a hater with amazing ease
This is not a game, boy
Don’t play with me
I work my mic sabre like a wild f**king savage
from the dark side danger
Yin to the yang
Totally Hi-Tek Ninja’s
Motherf**king big in Japan
I seen the future, but I never got nothing in my hand
Except a microphone, big dreams and a plan
Fly-talking, sky-walking
Like a ninja
[Yo-Landi Visser]
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
[Ninja]
f**k, this is like
The coolest song I ever heard in my whole life
f**k all of you who said I wouldn’t make it
Who said I was a loser
Said I was a no-one
Said I was a f**kin’ psycho
But look at me now:
All up on the interweb
World-wide, 2009. Futurista
Enter the Ninja
Yolandi Visser
DJ Hi-Tek
Die fokken Antwoord
Dis Mooi ne?
[Yo-Landi Visser]
I, I, I (I’m a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Be my samurai
I, I, I (Yo I’m a ninja!)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
I, I, I (I’m a ninja)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need my samurai
I, I, I (a motherf**kin’ ninja!)
I am your butterfly
I need your protection
Need your protection
Sorry about censorship on swear words, but Die Antwoord lyrics are full of the f word. My server would bitch slap me if I bombed it with that much f word. Awesome lyrics
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If you haven’t heard of Die Antwoord you need to climb out of your cave cause they’re the next big thing. Die Antwoord are a South African rap group pushing new rap style known as Zef. Without further ado I’ma let you enjoy the Beat Boy music video and to keep you up, the lyrics for the full song are also included below (video does not have full song, just a part of it mixed with some funny interview:
Beat Boy
Yo Dj Hi-Tek
Drop The Motherfuckin Beat Box Dog
Bring That Next-Level Shit
Uh, Yo, For Real
That’s What I’m Talking About
Check It Out
Totally Psychic, Open Your Mind Quick As The Vibe Kicks
Moederfok It, I Skeem This Vibe’s Rou
Jislaaik Yo
Yo Yo Yo Yo Check Out This Hype Flow
I Go By The Name Of
N-I-N-J To The Motherfuckin A
Straining Your Brain Like Tv Static
Check Out The Phunky 3D Grafix
Rave Visuals, Enter My Digital Zone
As I Recite A Poem On The Microphone
I’m Scoping, 3Rd Eye Strobing, Mind Open, Sweat Streaming
Flesh Gleaming, Best Feeling, High-Energy Peaking, Deep Meanings
Freak When I See Things, Like This Chick In A G-String
Can I Touch You Friend?
Chorus:
Beat Boy, Beat Boy
Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
Hit That Perfect, Hit That Perfect
Hit That Perfect Beat Boy
Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
Yo Pump It Uh!
Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It,
Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh!
Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It
P-P-P-P-Pump It!
I Think About You When I Masturbate
You Can’t Even Believe It But That’s Ok
On The Microphone I Fascinate
When I Let My 3Rd Eye Exaggerate
Freaky Visions, I Tell You What I See
Cold Concrete Scattered With Dry Leaves
You Naked Lying On The Pavement
People Are Standing Round With Laany Shoes
You Can Hardly Move, You Look Sexy
All Of A Sudden, The Streets Are Empty
You Stand Up, Open Your Eye-Lids
You In A Trench Coat, It’s French, You Look Stylish
You Walk In The Silence, Not Sure What The Time Is
It’s Totally Twilight, The Sky Is Violet
An Abandoned House, Look Ahead You See
Some Open The Door, Yes It’s Me
With The Meanest Penis You Ever Seen
You On Your Period, With No Tampon
You Kneel Down And Get With The Vibe
Your Period Blood Has Crystalized
You Offer Me The Red Crystal, It’s Ill
Grab Hold Of The Mic Tight, Tonight’s The Night
The Vibe Is Live, Pump Up The Base
I Got Tentacles Coming Out My Face
I Rise Into The Air Cut Myself Open
Warm Blood Pours Down All Round
I Speak From The Deep Cut In Between My Thighs
You Covered In Blood Rubbing Your Boobs, Feeling Nice
Chorus
You Open The Door Step Into The Place
Look Around, Strange Painting On The Walls
A Chick On The Floor On All Fours, Totally Nude
In High Heels, The Vibes Ill
She’s Hand-Cuffed, Ankle Cuffed, Steel Collar
With A Long Lease Attached To The Ceiling
The Scene’s Appealing, Revealing Weird Feelings
Make You Forget About What You Believing
Another Chick Chilling Against The Wall
Flashing Her Boobs, Legs Spread With A Nice Vagina
And A Long Stick, There’s A Nice Big
Painting Above Her Head, Expensive!
You Check Another Chick On All Fours
Chilling Next To Another Chick Lying On The Floor
Legs Spread In The Middle Of The Corridor
Close Shave, Don’t Touch What You Can’t Afford
The Next-Room’s A Bed Room, You Become Two
What I Mean Is: You Plus Another You
You Get Down With Yourself While I Watch
Body Buzzing Like A Bed Of A Billion Bees
You Kneel Down In Front Of The Other You
Time To Learn Something New
The One Kneeling Is A Slave
Kneel For The Master
Feel The Warm Hand On The Back Of Your Head
You Got A Tattoo On The Back Of Your Neck
An Infinity Sign That Represents Your Past
Your Master Touches You On Your Tattoo
And Removes Your Tattoo, Now You Brand New
I’m Proud Of You Dear
There’s Nothing You Not Allowed To Do Here
Listen To Me, The Infinity Tattoo Is A Key
Let Go To My Rhyme And Open Your Mind
Chorus
Lift Up Your Dress, Open Up Your Legs
Your Vaginas Sewn Up, Untie The Thread
My Sublime Rhyme Inside Your Head
Your Mind Is Rushing, Vagina Gushing
Another Chick In The Corner Taking A Piss
It Looks Nice, The Whole Vibe Is Totally Kinky
Look Around, The New Room Is Fancy
Remove Your Fur Coat, Remove Your Panties
I’m Rocking A Suit And A Black Face Mask
I Ejaculate In Champaign Glass
Your Precious Flesh Is So Mysterious
Pierce Your Nipples With Two Long Needles
Like A Crucifix, Take You To Another Level
While I Get My Freak On, The Vibe Is Mental
Transcendental, We Somewhere Else Now
Still Rocking A Mask, But I’ve Taken Off My Suit
You Rocking A Mask Too, Shaking Your Nice Boobs
I Tell You I Like You, You Feel My Piel
We Start French Kissing With Flippin Long Tongues
We Somewhere Else Now, You Dressed Conservative
I Transform Into A Big Black God
Feel The Realness, My Dick’s Lank Hard
You Can’t Belive It, A Dick In Your Palm
As Big As Your Arm, We Somewhere Else Now
A Hospital Uh! Get Ready For The Operation
Lot Of Guys Chilling Behind You, Blasts From The Past
All Rocking A Mask, Penises Out
Drop Your Panties For The Surgeon
“I’m Not A Virgin” It’s Not A Problem
Look In The Mirror, You Can See It’s You
You Got Two Nice Boobs And A Penis Too
Chorus
The Men In The Masks Gather Round The Patient
Waiting In Anticipation
The Old Surgeon Says “Can You See This?”
“A Beautiful Woman With A Brand New Penis!”
You Klap The Surgeon, Flip Him Right Round
Bend Him Over, Lift His White Gown
Gryp The Surgeon’s Milky Butt-Cheeks
Rape The Surgeon, Break The Surgeon
Absorb You Penis Into Your Tummy
You A Woman Again, Complete With A Vagina
I’m Flipping My Rhyme Uh!
Tripping Your Mind Out
Ripping And Vipping Your Pip
Flip It Inside-Out
Now You The Teacher, You The Guide
The Real You Won’t See You Denied
You Got Crazy Sex Appeal, All Tied Up
Kneeling On The Pavement, You Can’t Say Shit
Your Mouth Is Gagged, You Surrounded By
A Thousand Guys Totally Under Your Spell
They All Totally Scared Of The Power You Hold
You Can Changed The Rules Of The Game And Devour Their Souls
Now’s The Time Girl
Let’s Head Back Into The Outside World
The World Of Others, It’s Time To Go Back
The Doors Are Stuck Shut But The Walls Are Beginning To Crack
Uh! Now The Walls Are Bleeding
It’s All Deceiving, You Soaking Wet
With No Regrets, Feel Your Body Sweat Blood
Peel Off Your Old Skin, Time To Get Love
You Arrive At The Cemetery In Time For The Ceremony
I Give You A Hot Kiss, Grab Hold Of Your Arse Cheeks
How’d You Like To Get Laid On This
Tomb Stone In The Middle Of The Rain Forest
My Gaze Puts You In A Dase, I’m Loving Your Long Tongue
Look At Your Beautiful Face, Covered In Hot Come
Spread My Wings Block Out The Sun
Lie On My Back, Scope Out Your Bum
My Penis Stays Hard, You Breathing Heavily
I Penetrate You, The Feelings Heavenly
Now Bounce Girl, You Know It’s Hot
Bounce, Bounce Girl Like, Oh My God!
Totally Freaky Deaky Phunky
Wad:E Make You Leave Your Body
Transport You To Another Dimension
You Alone In The Desert, Totally Nude
The Silence Is Violent
You Floating Above The Ground
Invisible Energies Penetrate
Every Hole In Your Body While You Levitate
You Start Coming Apart, Shape-Shifting
Wild, Out Of Control
