Seems the blogoshpere has been talking pretty heavily about Santi White aka SANTOGOLD.

The Brooklyn resident and her blend of indie hip-hop, ska, raggae, and dub burst onto the scene since White split from her previous post-punk/riot grrrrl band, Stiffed. She’s never looked back! The last few months she’s nabbed opening spots for the likes of Bjork in addition to getting comparisons to another woman deep in those musical influences, M.I.A..

In fact, there’s so much bru ha-ha about Santogold that it landed her the chance to record a debut album for Downtown Records, a label so diverse it houses acts like Spank Rock, Cold War Kids, Eagles Of Death Metal, and Gnarls Barkley.

Santogold, spell it one word please, there’s a chance you might catch a bitchslap if you don’t.

MP3: Santogold :: “Creator”

Lyrics to “Creator” can be seen after the jump.

Got no need for the fancy things
All the attention that it brings
Tell me no, I say yes, I was chosen
And I will deliver the explosion

Can’t say it’s gonna get me far
Do no good to say what you are
I run the streets and I break up houses
River runs deep and the flame devours it

Me, I’m a Creator
Thrill is to make it up
The rules I break got me a place
Up on the radar
Me, I’m a Taker
Know what the stakes are
Can’t roll it back, it’s understood
Got to play our cards

Sit tight I know what you are
mad bright but you aint no star
polish up til you make it gleam
your M.O, I know what you mean
Tail ridin’ and I know it’s true
while they screamin’ I love you
Down deep you know there aint no flow
a soul decay, was D.O.A

I know what you here for now
Words out you’re an idea whore though,
now don’t you crush on me
I’ll see you in your pipe dreams
whether or not you know it’s true
You’re who they dictate to
That shit must hurt real bad
fakin’ what you wish you had

Here all the folks come ask about me
Band wagon, know they used to doubt me
Blind side tend to hit real hard
you should heed the warning, get a body guard
Steady friction in this bitch
Creepin’ in just like an itch
so far I got the last laugh
still the rich rise up, still I live fast
wouldn’t know it face to face
Got no soul and got no taste
Moving in speed up the pace
I got it locked though, what a waste
All the talk is standard fare
Walk the walk if it gets you there
on the grind til the gig is up
Im ‘a smash ‘em down
put a muzzle on them like “what!”

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