Zulu may refer to:
Zulu is a 2013 English-language French produced crime film directed by Jérôme Salle. It was selected as the closing film at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival.
The film is partly based on Project Coast, the program for biological and chemical weapons of the South African apartheid regime, and the book Zulu by author Caryl Férey, winner of the French Grand Prix for Best Crime Novel of 2008.
Police detectives Ali Sokhela (Forest Whitaker) and Brian Epkeen (Orlando Bloom) investigate a murder which apparently took place because the killer took a dangerous new drug.
The film starts when we see a young boy peeking through the windows of a house. The boy's father is outside being tortured by a group of people who set him on fire by 'necklacing' (a tire is wrapped around him and set alight). One of the men torturing his father sees him and the boy runs away.
Flash forward to 2013 in Cape Town, South Africa. The boy, Ali Sokhela, has now grown up and is the chief of the police homicide branch. He still has various psychological problems, including memories from his childhood, such as the one that was mentioned in the beginning of the film, which was triggered when he was using his treadmill.
[Intro: Akrobatik - talking]
(Gimme some)
Uh, move your body like
Throw your hands up
Move your arms around
Yep (I got soul)
Nod your head like (This nigga got soul)
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: Akrobatik]
This is just another take on the age old question (uh)
Where's the rappers that's prepared to rip a stage show fresh and
Get the jam started based on talent and not gimmicks? (word)
It's like that across the board though, we all critics
You could be white and good, but don't prep the role
Cause it don't mean shit if it ain't got soul (soul, soul, soul, soul)
You could be a hard brother from the grittiest streets
But you ain't got soul if you can't ride beats
So, so, where the soul go?
If you got holes through your whole flow, you need to know your role bro
But see I rip it like an old pro
And leave my mark like rap is a wall and I'm soul glo
I'm just a kid you heard about through word of mouth
Who grew up in the gutter but avoided the murder route
While other cats were pulling the burners out
I was on the field, playin fullback, runnin a mean corner route (true)
The line of scrimmage kept me focused on a finer image
Smoke a oolie? Nope, I got a fuckin rhyme to finish
I got my whole life to smoke weed
But for now I know what the people need
[Break: Akrobatik]
(Gimme me some...) ["soul" repeated throughout Chorus]
Uh, move your hands like
Move your head like
Move your body 'round, yo
Put your hands up
Nod your head like
Move your body 'round (gimme some soulllllll)
Yeah, uh
(Gimme some)
Put your hands up
Move your body 'round
(Gimme me some soulllllll)
[Verse 2: Akrobatik]
Move your body with it, party with it
Them who lack soul, you know they probably hardly get it
Grab a little hottie, hit it, crack it while I oddly spit it
Pack in lots of spots, so when I hit you know you won't forget it (uh)
Many know I'm nice, the insecure won't admit it
Since I don't put a gangsta lifestyle on exhibit (uh)
But that ain't me, I refuse it, to do this
Shit for y'all is a privilege, I can't abuse it (word up)
And after all this is music doofus (uh)
And all I have to proof is my nice with the usage
Right about now get loose b-boys (uh)
While my soul glo like Bruce Leeroy (Who's the mack?)
Sho nuff, the flow is so rough
Kick back, watch a fly ass show and go puff (puff)
Me? I got the whole night to smoke weed
But for now I know what the people need
[Outro: Akrobatik - talking]
(Gimme me some...) ["soul" repeated until the end]
Yeah
Move your body like
Nod your head like
Move your hands around
Uh, yeah
Put your hands up
Move your body like
Move your head like
(Gimme me some soulllllll)
(Gimme me some)
Uh, put your hands up
Wave your arms around
Move your body like (what?)
(Gimme some)
(Gimme some)
(Gimme some)