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Sassolino, sometimes called Sassolino di Modena, is an anise-flavored liqueur from Sassuolo, Italy. Its flavor is derived from star anise.
This liqueur first appeared in 1804 when a Swiss named Bazzingher from the Graubünden Canton, together with a number of fellow countrymen, most of whom were grocers or spice sellers, moved to Sassuolo, Modena and subsequently began producing an aniseed flavored liqueur. The company then changed hands a number of times before the Stampa family acquired it and put the liqueur into mass production.
The liqueur is 40% vol.
Gaetano "Nino" d'Angelo (born 21 June 1957) is an Italian pop/folksinger.
He was born to a poor family in San Pietro a Patierno, a suburb of Naples, and dropped out of school, taking jobs like ice cream vendor and wedding singer.
His first album, A storia mia (Neapolitan: "My Story") was received very well, especially in Sicily. In 1979 he married Annamaria with whom he would have two sons. He started a career as an actor in sceneggiate musical dramas, a genre native to Naples, and later as a cinema actor. His first film was Celebrità, released in 1981, a star vehicle written around his singing and the first of five films he acted in that was directed or produced by Ninì Grassia.
In 1982 he released the album Un jeans e una maglietta ("Jeans and a T-shirt") and a film with the same title. The album sold over one million copies and the film surpassed the Hollywood movie Flashdance at the box office. He participated in the Sanremo Music Festival in 1986 with the song "Vai" ("Go"). His album Cantautore was the best seller at the time, although it was not listed in the official Hit Parade. He performed in Australia, Germany, Switzerland, United States, and France—where he debuted 15 December 1987 at the Olympia in Paris.
[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