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Escuchar Yadira Coradin - Detente A Meditar


Letras

Nuclear War (Voivod)

Fast and pure desolation
Lust the blood in my brain
Hard and dry destruction
Wet under the neutron rain
Die in this Holocaust
Scream the deflect attack
Burn before we reload
Strees before...
The power blast
WAR! A command for blood
We scream
DIE! Nothing less than
death we creep
Storm the only weather
Start the directives assassins
Warm inside the under shelter
Wait and fell your broiling skin
Hot oz one disappear
Blight in the atomic detention
Rats it's a survival breed
Destroy with deflagration
I have one track it's to kill
You'll never stop me
Running my evil way
With radioactivity
My machine comes at night
Missiles they stike
Save your life in the dark
For the loud attack
Hey! nuclear war!
I'm realy up tonite
For my last ride
Never returning at home
I'm gonna die
The war machine is not save
And i can't escape
When the bombs will hit
My face, It will drive me insane

Secret Life (The Corrs)




From red giant to supernova
Back to you and me
A cloaked entity within a virtual reality
Mechanised and organised
To me it's plain to see
The hand that's been busy weaving fantasy
It's so hard to understand
And often we are blind
But if truth were an ocean would it fit in the pool of a human mind
.
You're all alone
And it doesn't seem quite fair
Why we're all left in ignorance
Turning to despair (turning to despair)
Philosophy and theology offer us a glimpse
At something more incredible (incredible)
Than you and I
.
(Chorus)
So call on the secret life
Call on the secret life
Show me the way of life
Bring on the secret life
.
Evangelists, scientologists, and others I won't mention
Offer lessons in codology to all with good intentions
Listen at your peril, put your soul in detention
Resensitise yourself to this incredible dimension
.
When you're all alone
And it doesn't seem quite fair
Why we're all left in ignorance
Turning to despair (turning to despair)
Philosophy and theology offer us a glimpse
At something more incredible (incredible)
Than you and I
.
(Chorus)
.
I think, therefore I am
I think, therefore I am
.
And you're all alone,
And it doesn't seem quite fair
Why we're all left in ignorance
Turning to despair (turning to despair)
Philosophy and theology offer us a glimpse
At something more incredible (incredible)
Than you and I
.
(Chorus)
.
So call on the secret life (turning to despair)
Call on the secret life (turning to despair)
Show me the way of life (turning to despair)
Bring on the secret life (turning to despair)

Sueños (Tiro De Gracia)

El gremio de mi ganja y el respeto ajeno a la escuela divina del poder universal azar melaza en la cancha el patio lleno de los personajes precisos necesarios tomando cerveza en el pasto hey! hermano toma mi mano y hagamos un pacto pacto pacto... tome la determinacion de tener decision accion de prediccion solemnemente buah! tiro de gracia eminentemente mi sol hizo solo mi metrica matematica de vida oh que loco! calle a calle move a move amotinar quiero poder feliz expresar mi angustia al pasionar movimiento mundial del rap hip-hop solo revolucionario nada que ver con el mercado del glamour o posiciones superfluas de la luz de este mismo oido de mi chile este chile que dile dale a solo somos lo que somos en precosis coxis te soy bajo los beat's de mi corte tramite viste como caiste como un mensaje en el viaje del miraje y todo esto en presencia y puntualidad el tiro de gracia es una enseñanza meditar pues lo que yo siento... nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro de llaman sueños nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro se llaman sueños... lo que los demas alejan por no conocer sus propios limites humanos sus propias fallas no hemos ganado en fin comienza un nuevo dia que temor mira mis fechas mira mis practicas cada segundo son desengaños mira mis tacticas que en años me condenan apoderandose de mi historia haciendo el set papel cato señor reconoceme mi unico derecho esta en no formalizar tu piel espera volverce de algun dia de su color natural radical y mis pelos son cuestionamiento raza latinoamericana enseña la reseña que hoy escribo como apolo con respeto me recuerdo alguna vez una historia sin final decision prediccion obstaculo que en la escuela yo llevo mis estudios el estudio estupido oido sobre el sitio yo pedro juan y diego son tan libres como yo pero en este laberinto nadie sabe su destino y es palabras contra hechos... nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro de llaman sueños nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro se llaman sueños... inevitables tragedias comediantes de dias antes de no haber cambiado de actitud o de opinion sera por eso que hoy todos se sienten dios y se sientan en un dios como un reciproco redencion a hora apocaliptica mierda real que divino solo con la luz y ves estupidez al igual que las drogas y las alcachofas la cannabis dos veces temporada los alcaloides y las comidas isotericas el dolor el dolor pues quiero que me pongan en este pasatiempo... nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro se llaman sueños... de golpe golpe verso a verso prose saliva saliva que alivia alivia la desesperacion de estas lineas hechas por el bien comun la evolucion musical nose a donde vamos a llegar tiros al aire bailes satirico cinico jaja! rapche rapche... nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro de llaman sueños nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro se llaman sueños nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro de llaman sueños nadie es el dueño solo la llevamos muy dentro se llaman sueños... todos en sus casas riegen sus plantas que aqui llego juan pincel el arte del hiphop aqui somos todos como amigos... riegen sus plantas... vagavundeando ahi en el lugar...

Underdog (The Coup)




(chorus)
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um, check one two
This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
*repeat chorus*

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big**glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a **
You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
Some folks try to front like they so above you
They'd tear this mother**er up if they really loved you

*chorus*

There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"
Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
'Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation makes the harmony pray
But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
They'd tear this mother**er up if they really loved you

*chorus*

You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feels like a year spent
And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we can chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
I'll tear this mother**er up since I really love you

*chorus*

¿Comprendes Mendes? (Control Machete)

Comprende al control...

Comprende al control...


Pues si me buscas me encuentras no vivo en la tienda
Ni espero a que vengas nomas pa' que aprendas
Conmigo te topas payaso con ropas
No estes tan tranquilo que pronto te toca
Te traigo entre ojos y los traigo rojos
El diablo anda suelto entre todos los locos
Detente y comprende lo que te conviene
A mi no me mientes ni peles los dientes

¿Me comprendes Mendes?, no se porque no entiendes
que en este momento tu no me sorprendes
Harto estoy, de que tu conciencia no te deje razon
No sabes lo que tengo yo en la mente
Es algo dificil pues corto corriente
Ardiente, ardiente y puño en la frente
Humo que sube y no es suficiente

¿Comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)


Pues si te explico aplico el porque de este vicio
No habran mas respuestas sino acertijos
Yo sigo tan fijo y tu estas en el piso
Si ay que acabar algo seguro te elijo
Te traigo en la mente solo de repente
No juegues conmigo te trueno la frente
No pocos, mil locos, son muchos a poco
Saluda al lodo, conservalo todo

No es sencillo estar parado en la tierra
Con toda esta loquera no hay ni manera
Para explicar porque del brinco cada vez que oigo el ritmo
Que entra en la azotea y ruedas te aplico

¿Comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

(El control...)


El momento se presta pa' que suba la marea
La nave va pa' arriba y no tiene correa
Que detenga la bola, la sangre que brota
Ahora ponte listo que ya tienes bronca
Eh no va a parar
Este maldito ritmo no me va a controlar
Estoy harto de este ruido, acabo contigo
Y no me preguntes pues yo ya no explico

Digo que escuches al cuarto, respeta la flor
Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy
Si vengo de a ratos marcando el sol
Mendez comprende yo soy el control

¿Comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

¿Comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mirame a los ojos veras lo que soy)
¿Me comprendes Mendes? (Mendes comprende yo soy el control)

Food For The Masses (Spearhead)




I love family
'cause family brings inspirations
one love to you and peace to all the nations
Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican
the African the Maori Kouri and the Haitian
on the chocolate reservation
I'll take a hit and then pass the information
to the left hand side and
keep providin' pride and
sustenance and guidance
Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier
militant cliques big up the area
put your fist in the air now,
show me that cha care now
and that cha really know how
Don't get thee behind me Satan
I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the**and
assassinate all your wicked inventions
your new world order and your global intentions
not to mention the department of corrections
makin' money off of people in detention
doin' time for possessions
countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressins
progressions all the dirty lessons
in the belly of the beast only God hears confessions
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar
done as many years as they did Mandela
Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful
how could I be becouse I didn't do the crime yo
y'alls the Motha **a's that's guilty
lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy
kill the messanger, you can't kill the message
yo I'm bringin' food for the masses

(Chorus)
For the Masses for the masses
mental food food for the masses
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true
For the Masses for the masses
mental food food for the masses
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true

So let's eat have a seat
call the Maitre D'
commencin' with the riddim
I get open on the beat
let 'em say what they say about the way that we be
it's the year two triple O
They can't stop we
Aw'ight, Sellassie I the book unfolds
I write 'cause half the story has never been told so
No one can stop it the whole world's droppin out the socket
Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it
the high tech ways of the civilized man
can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan
Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer
you nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer
the answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa
you can Valujet but you takin' big chances
on crashes. Change your name like Cassius
the classes be making food for the masses
then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners
MC's and wanna be street politicians
in competition with the envious visions
they chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison
but listen this isn't me against you
'cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do
ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew
that's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you

(Chorus)

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard (Me First & The Gimmie Gimmies)

Mamma pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the pappa found out he began to shout
And the started the investigation

It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mamma saw
It was against the law

Mamma looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
Pappa said "Oh if I get that boy,
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard (twice)

Whoh-hoh every couple of days they come to take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest come to get me released
It was all on the cover of Newsweek

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
G-g-g-goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard

M-m-m-me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Yeah me and Julio down by the schoolyard

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Me and Julio down by the schoolyard (4 times)

Keep It Hype (Mystikal)




Testin testin testin
You can hear me what what what?
MIC check one check check check
You can hear me? YO!
I'm loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic micraphone check check
Yo can you hear me?
Yo!

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations throughout)

YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd I don't need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD with all of my might

Verse One:

People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them **in speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged
Vocals that'll blow horns til your**in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin this loud**music

Chorus

Verse Two:

The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah that's for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain't like them tight**green pants that I had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my**outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain't cool, ** THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for
'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW

Chorus

* lots of repetitions of YIKES!!! Y-Y-Y-YIKES!!! *

This Is Perfection (Trax)

Chorus 2x
This is perfection!
I write rhymes easily
This is perfection!
You MC's can't come close to me
This is perfection!
Just give me a pad and a pen
I'll write a song or 2 and do it all over again!
(This is perfection)

Trax:
I light the crowd up like a match
People call me TrAx
When I rap I snatch the hair off your back
My music is soothin', but sometimes confusin'
In class I'd be foolin', on the court I'd be schoolin'
When I'm in a car I'm cruisin...so fast it's like an illusion
It's my point that I'm provin'
Is this the conclusion? (what?!)
Confusion!.....Tension!
The rhymes that you'd be gettin'...aren't fit for today's youth
They're pretty upsettin'
Hey man pay attention! We have to be stressin'
that this world needs protection, Not to mention less rejection
People, are you in another dimension?
This is my invention! You're in detention!
My detection...is that my projection
Has gotten your attention and my microphone connection.
No drug injections, no need for corrections!
So head in that direction!
This is perfection..

Chorus 2x

Trax:
I'm stirred...not shaken
Taste better than your mom's fried bacon
I'm makin' a statement
And I'm not gonna be mistaken
You can't fake the fact that you can't take the stack
Of weight that's been breakin' your achin' back
You're about to crack, you're heart just got smacked
Nobody cuts you some slack. Instead they just laugh
And take your heart and put it on the top of the wrack
Yackety yack. In fact, I'm gonna attack,
Like the...crack of a bat. Get ready for impact.
Try and relax. I..am..goin' to the max
Fill up your back-packs and feel the wrath of the Trax!

Chorus 2x

TrAx:
This is perfection as I said before
You rappers used to be good, but not no more
I'm carryin' the torch and I'm leading all scorers
The bar's set so high, you'll need some bungee cords
Forwards I go. Dude, I'm in 1st place
You MC's are a discrace to the hip-hop race
I move with grace and I'm impossible to trace
Just try and stop me when I'm settin' this pace
Your raps are just waste, man...just a pile of crap
You have to face it, man...and learn how to rap
Put on your thinking cap and give your head a little tap
Your mind's outta shape, you should make it run a lap

Chorus 2x

This is perfection as I said earlier
I deliver rhymes these like a frickin mail courier
I'll curl ya....up into a basketball
Go to the court, shoot around and bounch ya off the wall
I'll take ya...out behind the closest mall
And beat you so bad with my rhymes, you'll give your mom a phone call
Just...crawl away and come away with me
Pay close attention and listen carefully
Please believe that I am Saint John's best MC
And that I'm not goin' nowhere. Man, I'm only 15!

Chorus 4x

This Is Perfection (Lee Maloney)

Chorus 2x
This is perfection!
I write rhymes easily
This is perfection!
You MC's can't come close to me
This is perfection!
Just give me a pad and a pen
I'll write a song or 2 and do it all over again!
(This is perfection)

Trax:
I light the crowd up like a match
People call me TrAx
When I rap I snatch the hair off your back
My music is soothin', but sometimes confusin'
In class I'd be foolin', on the court I'd be schoolin'
When I'm in a car I'm cruisin...so fast it's like an illusion
It's my point that I'm provin'
Is this the conclusion? (what?!)
Confusion!.....Tension!
The rhymes that you'd be gettin'...aren't fit for today's youth
They're pretty upsettin'
Hey man pay attention! We have to be stressin'
that this world needs protection, Not to mention less rejection
People, are you in another dimension?
This is my invention! You're in detention!
My detection...is that my projection
Has gotten your attention and my microphone connection.
No drug injections, no need for corrections!
So head in that direction!
This is perfection..

Chorus 2x

Trax:
I'm stirred...not shaken
Taste better than your mom's fried bacon
I'm makin' a statement
And I'm not gonna be mistaken
You can't fake the fact that you can't take the stack
Of weight that's been breakin' your achin' back
You're about to crack, you're heart just got smacked
Nobody cuts you some slack. Instead they just laugh
And take your heart and put it on the top of the wrack
Yackety yack. In fact, I'm gonna attack,
Like the...crack of a bat. Get ready for impact.
Try and relax. I..am..goin' to the max
Fill up your back-packs and feel the wrath of the Trax!

Chorus 2x

TrAx:
This is perfection as I said before
You rappers used to be good, but not no more
I'm carryin' the torch and I'm leading all scorers
The bar's set so high, you'll need some bungee cords
Forwards I go. Dude, I'm in 1st place
You MC's are a discrace to the hip-hop race
I move with grace and I'm impossible to trace
Just try and stop me when I'm settin' this pace
Your raps are just waste, man...just a pile of crap
You have to face it, man...and learn how to rap
Put on your thinking cap and give your head a little tap
Your mind's outta shape, you should make it run a lap

Chorus 2x

This is perfection as I said earlier
I deliver rhymes these like a frickin mail courier
I'll curl ya....up into a basketball
Go to the court, shoot around and bounch ya off the wall
I'll take ya...out behind the closest mall
And beat you so bad with my rhymes, you'll give your mom a phone call
Just...crawl away and come away with me
Pay close attention and listen carefully
Please believe that I am Saint John's best MC
And that I'm not goin' nowhere. Man, I'm only 15!

Chorus 4x


Video


Video Clip Detente A Meditar de Yadira Coradin tomado en el programa El Show De Las Doce en Puerto Rico.




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