Beyonce’s chart-topping anthem “Drunk in Love” is the subject of a new civil suit, according to Page Six.
Nearly one week after the song received two Grammy nominations, Hungarian folk singer Mitsou is taking Mrs. Carter to court.
The track, which features Jay Z, allegedly samples Mitsou’s vocals for over a minute throughout the entire tune. Court documents also claim Mitsou’s voice was “sampled and digitally manipulated without her permission.”
The first 13 seconds of “Drunk in Love” allegedly begin with the folk singer’s screeching song. Her purported vocals can also be heard during Jay Z’s rap portion, towards the end of the track.
Mitsou’s suit alleges that Beyonce is using her voice from a performance in 1995, during a rendition of the traditional Roma tune “Bajba, Bajba Pelem.” The Carters’ version is claimed to “evoke foreign eroticism alongside sexually intense lyrics performed by Beyonce and Jay Z.”
Mitsou’s Manhattan civil suit additionally suggests that the Hungarian songstress has never signed any documents that would permit anyone to use her voice for advertising or trade purposes.
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GET THAT MONEY Mitsou!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Make Orginial music….woooo
What’s “Orginial music”?
She lost the case, Timbaland and Jay z are probably laughing at this, its from a virtual Instrument made by East West Quantam Leap. I have it myself, it has Syrian, Indian voices that rightfully belongs to East West. Its isn’t her song.
mitsou’s song was listened to more times in this 1 day than altogether over the 20 years LOL
back home in north-africa a very iconic pop (his music genre is actually called pop-rai ) artist made over 1000 songs the labels used to release several albums a month with each album containing 6 songs ,he died (murdered) in 94 at the age of 35 yo,his entire discography is original and that style of music is a pain in the ass to make (it’s as rich as jazz but with all kind of instruments),it’s a gold mine western hip hop producers would wanna sample the shit out of him
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Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
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Like Cuban cigar maker ‘cept I’m hard to smoke
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Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
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Like Cuban cigar maker ‘cept I’m hard to smoke
And y’all choke, niggas
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That’s how most of these so called gangstas pass
Squeeze first, ask questions last
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Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Shawn Correy
Carter, rap harder like I’m part of a cult
Like Cuban cigar maker ‘cept I’m hard to smoke
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