Rap/Hip Hop/Dance Recorded Song of The Year
"After the Rain"; Welcome to the New Era; K·II·S; Donald Newman; Metro One
"Everything I Need"; Heatseeker; The World Wide Message Tribe; Dante, Pennells, Porter; Warner Resound
"God Is In Control"; Godzhouse.com - The Compilation; DelaRay; Dell Ray; CMN Records
"Hide"; The Echoing Green; The Echoing Green; j xhan; 5 Minute Walk, Sarabellum
"Plagiarism"; Factors of the Seven; Grits; T.Carter, S.Jones, T. Collins, R. Robbins; Gotee Records
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—Blake Edwards (b. 1922)
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four-inch and stainless steel,
and think of my hip where it lay
for four years like a darkness.”
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“When we were at school we were taught to sing the songs of the Europeans. How many of us were taught the songs of the Wanyamwezi or of the Wahehe? Many of us have learnt to dance the rumba, or the cha cha, to rock and roll and to twist and even to dance the waltz and foxtrot. But how many of us can dance, or have even heard of the gombe sugu, the mangala, nyang’umumi, kiduo, or lele mama?”
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Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
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And most sovereign slave of care:
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