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El Nuevo Xol - Can't Stop The Xun
8:45 p.m.: Upon arriving to the rendezvous destination, I walked briskly
over to a pay- phone and made contact. El Tony Unico answered the other end of
the line and confirmed our meeting for nine o�clock. After setting the
intersection of Washington and Grand as the coordinates for my pick up (and a
brief vehicle description), he assured me that the information I wanted was in
his possession. In a few moments, if all went according to plan, the valuable
material would be passed into my hands. All praise be to Jah, for good timing
and universal harmony!
8:55 p.m.: As I stared at the southern-end of the downtown buildings, I thought back to the
last time I saw El Nuevo Xol rock-a-show: Aztlanfest 2001. It took place a couple of blocks
from here on Olympic and Grand. I remembered viewing the lit metropolis from the same angle
fifteen months ago. Somehow, even then, the massive man-made structures of steel beams
seemed humbled by the Xol�s natural, glowing light.
9:00 p.m.: Mr. Unico pulled up and paused just long enough qualify a California stop.
After we exchanged greetings and salutations, he placed the envelopes containing the
priceless data on my lap. Unable to control my enthusiasm any longer, I anxiously opened a
package and peered into its contents. And there, between the printed visuals and text, lie
the sound of the future. The very song of the ghettos and the hope for our streets was
digitally recorded into audio files; then, encoded onto discs. This new-age warfare is
amazing! I let out a sigh of relief and reclined in my seat as Tony cruised around the
Trade-Tech campus. Finally, my mission objective was accomplished and a year of anticipation
came to an end when he pressed play�
�Cause it�s do or die- time for the big payback. The point of no return. No retreat, no
surrender. Decision is everything and fortitude is a must. E.N.X. lets loose from the
gate- without hesitation and outta control. Sound waves fill the air with goodness like
sweet-smelling doja smoke as soon as they step in through the door. Illuminated by their
pure vibe; there�s no stopping the Xun�s shine.
Even amid the dangerous environment of frustrated poverty, El Nuevo Xol looks up to the
sky and prays to the Holy God for them lives to be saved (the only real protection from a
system that pits brother against brother for material gain; stealing and killing each other
in the name of the almighty �dollar�). After carefully evaluating the situation, the only
obvious result of capitalism is the birth of a generation without a conscience- disconnected
from natural roots, and warped into thinking physical objects can bring happiness. While the
rich folk live in a false sense of security, secluded in the hills far from the treachery of
the city streets, it is only a matter of time before the ghetto ills reach their door. This
harsh reality even hit home at the White House, when Governor Bush�s daughter turned out to
be a dope fiend.
Just take notice of the mentality on the streets nowadays. Despair leads to taking risks.
Taking risks leads to filled graves and jail cells, but punitive consequences mean nothing
to a people who feel they have nothing to lose. So life in the varrio becomes a game of
chance- with the odds stacked terribly against us. Gambling to survive among cutthroat
competition and avoiding an insatiable prison-system has misled many to rely on luck;
another false hope to put our trust in. The truth is, peace can only be attained by the
unification of all oppressed people as a global family and building faith in a living
Creator that executes justice. Believe that, the meek shall inherit the Earth. There will
be singing and dancing (from Latin America to L.A. city) as our gente celebrates the divine
rescue of the afflicted ones. The Grim Reaper, harvester of lost souls, penetrates straight
through the enemies Deceit and Saheed slays their tradition of genocide by using the latest,
state-of-the-art, liquid steel weaponry: the real. Who will be the one to beat me, try to
cheat me and bleed me. The cold thing is, sometimes, the very people that are paid to
protect and serve our communities are terrorizing them. El D.J. Camuflage leads us to the
root of the problem by forcing us to ask one question, Why? What is the reason for all this
aggression and hatred? Could it be that the wicked ruler of this world has distorted the
righteous concept of love with jealousy, greed and lust? It�s most evident in false
prophets� lyrics glorifying the murder of each other and maltreatment of women. These
messages have been embedded in the minds of our children for years by the media and have
succeeded in corrupting the public.
But all hope is not lost, like a graceful Pantera from the jungle, the sweet voice of our
Mother screams for change- God Bless the Revolution! So be strong and of good courage, and
�don�t be afraid, we came to chant/chase the Babylon down�. We�re not going to pretend
we�re scared, and we�re not going to run away.
El Rebelde de Nicaragua has stood up to tell the story of the unknown soldier
slain in the mountains fighting for freedom against the neo-liberal imperialists.
P.R.�s song reads of a hip-hop corrido documenting the plight of the underdog against the
world powers. How�s that for Nuevo siglo stylo? The top Spanish emcee has attacked the
hypocrisy of the establishment with rapid-fire precision, shining even in this city of
champions (fLoss Angeles, bay-be). Alongside Los Tumbados, the kings of the selva have
learned to be one with nature. In touch with the mighty life force that balances the land
and ocean- as well as the beasts of the earth and fowls of the air, from time indefinite to
time indefinite. Amen.
Once the inhabitants of the earth catch up to the Nuevo rhythm of the times, and fall
into step like one nation- the children of the Xun will rejoice with dancing and sing
praises to our Redeemer. In the mean time, keep alert! Watch what you play, and stay
aware. Don�t throw your life away, wandering aimlessly in no direction. Keep focus and
remember these aren�t battles of the flesh, but of the spirit. Yea, the enemy will try to
blur our vision and make us forget the Law with poisonous substances ( for example:
Budweiser, Miller, Tecate, Corona- you get the picture). How many times have you seen
disaster strike where people are sipping on that turpentine? There�s a reason why the Native
Americans called it �fire water�.
9:15 p.m.: �Before Tony Unico dropped me off, he explained how he sometimes hears the songs in his dreams, before he writes them. That�s understandable. Since biblical days, the prophets received mystical guidance through dreams. It felt good to hear someone blessed with so much raw talent giving props to the Most High for the inspiration. It reinforced my belief that we are not alone, we have a Comforter and a Savior. It�s all about aligning ourselves with that positive energy that our ancestors knew about, and our forefathers
worshipped. El DJ Camuflage says it best, �El amor cura todo�. The key lies in understanding our Heavenly Father�s wholesome form of love. Then, and only then, can we truly love ourselves- and begin to love each other. That�s the power of The New Xun. One God. One people. One love - Gato
Although this information is not scheduled to be released until the end of September, we are taking pre-orders to insure the interested parties are reserved advance copies. Please contact
Gato Suertudo with any questions.
- Big Payback
- Outta Control
- Gaffled
- Ruleta
- Coconutz & Bananaz
- Enemies' Deceit
- Why
- Pantera's Revolucion
- L.A. Roots
- Revolucionario
- Mental Noted
- Amen
- Cuanto Cuesta
- Nuevo Ritmo
- Cumbia Tropical
- What U Play
- Hail to the Roots
- Ocean of Babylon
- Turpentine
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