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Vivir Sin Ellas (Intocable)

ESTOY TRATANDO DE ENCONTRAR UNA SALIDA
PORQUE ESTE AMOR QUE SIENTO HOY
ME ESTA MATANDO

ESTOY TRATANDO DE ENCONTRAR UNA SALIDA
PORQUE ESTE AMOR QUE SIENTO HOY
ME ESTA MATANDO

NECESITO SABER
¿A QUIEN VOY A QUERER?
ESTOY LLENO DE DUDAS

NO SE ¿QUE VOY HACER?
CON ESTE ABSURDO AMOR
TENGO MIEDO A PERDER
A LA MUJER QUE ME DA SU AMOR
SU PASION, SU TERNURA
CAMBIARLO TODO POR UNA ILUSION
SE QUE ES UNA LOCURA

CON UNA SIENTO PERDERME EN SU AMOR
SU PASION ME DOMINA
Y ELLA DESPIERTA LA FIERA
QUE TRAIGO EN MI PECHO DORMIDA

LA OTRA ME ABRIGA EN SUS BRAZOS, ME CALMA
LA QUE SIEMPRE SOÑE QUE ME AMARA

NO SE QUE VOY HACER
NO LAS QUIERO PERDER
NECESITO EL AMOR, EL CALOR DE LAS DOS
NO PODRIA VIVIR SIN ELLAS
NO PODRIA DEJAR DE QUERERLAS

NO SE QUE VOY HACER…..

YO QUISIERA TENER PARA SIEMPRE SU AMOR
NO LAS QUIERO PERDER
YO QUISIERA TENER PARA SIEMPRE SU AMOR
PERO NO PUEDE SER

End Of The Time (Dilated Peoples)




Hook:
It all comes down to this it all comes down (x3)

A lot of match to insense I'm tense with every sentence
Dence is how my weed is I rock them ill Adidas
Yo my feet is in deep peep my twist lingustics
Loud like Steve Ripkith but most of y'all won't miss it
To some it comes slower others much faster
My rhymes stand out like calliped at the Masters
Ask the question "Yo let me step up"
I say you can't try us cause fools dying
Before they get the chance like Len Blias
Ride by us they walk well I be hidden in shade
More content then when rent is paid
And renitent like raider spraid
Oow yo first date is made for those who needed evidence
Becoming ill never defeating the purpose
But I propose my flows goes off the deep end
Living everyday of the week like a weekend
That's just my lifestyle I'll cut like a knife while
You'll dull like shine never mind it's the end of the time

Hook:
"It's the end of the time" -Group Home

While some crash the backboard I slash the blackboard
With permanet chalf I decode your thought
Thee eraser I will rip apart to make a marker
Flooded with more sheets now lines are darker
But who would of thought when nine years have past
The lines will contain the signs of the pat
And when my day finally comes at last
I resound taking out mad fools in the blast

Evidence will keep it on lyrics hi tech like tron
Visualize pictures drawn in neon
With suttle backdrops blackk for silouetts
Torn up cities that floundered nothing left
No fish in the streams no natural greens
Like a dream or a scene from 2014
But that's the next let my stay on the line
Evidence violated till the end of the time

Hook (x2)

I pick up vibes like God part of Quarty Hey
Through my brain sends my arms back signals of pain
I take you where I need to go from the scheme to the store
I travel when i flow we can do Mars like Joe
Then stroll back to Earth critique your transmission
You must renovate then innovate in a dimension
Not just of sound and sight but of mind like the twilight
Your rhymes are incomplete like a piece without the highlight
I be that artist painting pictures lyrically
In 3D to make that picture pop out spherically
When I rap I do laps like Tyco race tracks
So I bomb exact I sue my airial map
Poetic contractor design and build
Many intricate messages are messed with skill
Prescriptions are filled by traditional
Medicinal appressional rhymes
To break down before the end of the time

Hook (x2)

Outro:
Shit that's how we do it. Dilated Peoples just rule
"It's the end of the time" (x4)


Whateva Man (Redman)




featuring Erick Sermon

*woman moans*
[E Dub] Microphone check one two
Aiyyo you ready to get down man?
[Red] Yo whateva man
[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as **?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] You you sayin somethin?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Aiyyo
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Check it Kool V

(I keeps it bangin keep it swangin
Mike type of sangin) Ohh la la la! (So what cha sayin)

Verse One: Redman, Sermon

Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial
(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a ** when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you spittin
So why you holdin the blunt so long politickin
Huh, I ace them blunts with the technician
of electrician, I don't got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on hyrdroglycerin
I keep it live no jive rollin Dutches
that's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin dog
(Can you hit it from the back?) Why not, while we toke on this

*woman moaning* (ohhh daddy... aiyeee)
[Sermon and Red harmonizing]

[Red] Yo, you ready to roll this weed up?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to knock this nigga out?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] Yo, you ready to get this chedda?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to start this shit off?
[E Dub] Whateva man

Verse Two: Redman

I smoked with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my**whupped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin mics and area codes
Now, PPP the kinda niggaz that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the ** out my cypher

[Red] You ready to roll this weed up?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to rob this niga?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to ** bitch?
[E Dub] Whateva man
[Red] You ready to guzzle this liquor?
[E Dub] Whateva man

(E Dub harmonizing again)

To Dethrone The Witch-Queen Of Mytos K'Unn (The Legend Of The Battle Of Blackhelm Vale) (Bal-Sagoth)

[The Chronicles of War:]
The vast armies of Mytos K'unn, marshalled by a sorceress of great power
known as Zyrashana the Witch-Queen, had been cutting a swath through the
Eastern Kingdoms since high summer the preceding year. Empowering her troops
with great sorceries, she had s een all opposition fall before the ravening
swords of her forces since the first bloody campaign; the invasion of the
ancient and noble realm of Delania. The aftermath of the final battle had seen
the systematic slaughter of the Delanian royal family, an d the torture and
execution of all those who had been loyal to their banner. During the ensuing
months, more kingdoms and satrapies toppled before the might of Zyrashana's
legions, commanded by the fearsome and unswervingly loyal battle-lord Talus
Ebonfy re, a man of sublime brutality whom many beleived to be possessed by a
demon-spirit from the dark realms. Emboldened by their victories and the
expansion of their queen's dark dominion, the hordes of Mytos K'unn began the
incursion into the lands of the Northern Tribes, beginning with the grim and
brooding territories south of the Snow Kingdoms... the rugged homelands of the
warlike clans which had been recently united into a strong realm by the
powerful warrior-king Caylen-Tor, a man known to his allie s and enemies alike
as the Wolf of the North. Thinking the barbaric tribesmen little threat, the
Witch-Queen intends a largely unopposed march throught their lands to strike
at the wealthy and fertile realms beyond the Mountain Kingdoms to the west...
bu t Caylen-Tor has vowed that a searing torrent of blood and steel shall meet
all those who deign to enter unwelcome or drive their standard unbidden into
his land... As grim winter slowly yields to spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn
begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's
forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known for centuries as the Gate to the
Northlands, soon reaches the highla nd stronghold of Caylen-Tor. Grimly taking
up his sword and spear and donning the woad of war, he vows that Zyrashana
shall pay in blood for every league she has dared venture in his sacred lands.
Scouts soon return with the information that the enemy is camped at the base
of the valley, preparing to march with th dawn. The court shamans forsee
rivers of blood and untold carnage, and great battlespells are woven as
Caylen-Tor leads his vastly outnumbered Northlander warriors to the misty,
moon-swathed e xpanse that is Blackhelm Vale. Legends say that the blood of
many kings has been spilled on the dark earth of the valley over the
generations, and Caylen-Tor promises to his grim gods that the earth will once
again drink deep this night. With his army si lent and brooding beneath the
moon, he knows that whatever the outcome, this night shall see a legend of war
written in blood and the deaths of men... a legend none shall soon forget...

[The War Testament of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):]
O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night...
Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us victory, or a warrior's death.
Come, moon-fogs, Descend to cloak our numbers, the heady scent of battle
beckons,
My ash-hafted spear feels good in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh
gloriously) woad anointed,
Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage,
I'll carve the moon-wheel in their flesh, as havoc churns the heather!

A swirling mantle of mist-magic swathes us, powerful spells woven by the
fen-witches of the great mere... Deep night and moon-mist shall be our allies
as we surge into the fray! At my bidding, the fog clears for a brief moment,
and I gaze down upon the v alley to behold the army of the Witch-Queen...
great tents arrayed upon the heather, powerful steeds tethered, the light from
countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons
in hand... aye, all sword fodder.

Entwined in war-fogs...
Entwined by war-spells...
Blessed in blood as raven-saters, slake the thirst of steel burning bright,
Reap the harvest of spilled entrails, we'll return with many heads this night.
The death-ravening black fury fills me,
The spatter of hot blood seet on my lips,
This yard of steel sings a deadly song in my grasp!
Cleaving bodies left and right, a head falls with each swing of my blade,
A storm of shafts screaming form yew-bows, (through their armoured ranks we
shall) carve a path with steel, a blood-drenched swath!

And the thirst of the earth shall be slaked with blood at the fields of
carnage...
A staggering sea of crimson, a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All surfeit from supping deep of the grim chalice of battle...

Brooding gods of the north, display to these outlander thralls thine ire,
Envenom our blades with the death-kiss of a thousand serpents,
Unfetter the dread war-wolves within us,
That their claws may rend, and their jaws may be reddened.

The bloodying is at hand!
My spear hammers into the chest of a warrior, and bright blood erupts
from his lips as he falls to the heather. I turn aside a vicious swordthrust
and my own blade snakes out to cleave the neck of the attacker, shearing
through his veins in a shower of d ark red. An enemy blade opens my shoulder
to the bone, but I sweep my axe out in a deadly arc, its iron head rending
armour and biting deep into flesh. Talus Ebonfyre's abdomen yawns open and he
staggers back as his intestines spew forth in a pulsing mas s. I sunder his
head with another blow as he falls and his skull yields to spill its steaming
contents to the earth. As I watch, a writhing, shadowy form rises from the
smitten corpse of the Witch-Queen's warlord and flees howling into the
night... I vau lt to the saddle of a riderless black war-horse and seize the
banner of Mytos-K'unn... for every one of us that has fallen, we have taken
five of the enemy screaming with us... the battle is ours!

Bright moon, gleam o'er moor and heather, wood and vale, deep fen and
lake, Grim mountains crowned with snows, great rings of stones, black 'neath
the stars, The storms extol our ancient glory, great mounds feed us, power
from the sacred earth. With faith and steel we walk our shadowed paths, our
blood runs as fire, swords blessed by sorcery.

Wolves of the north, raise thine steel to the skies, revel in the pride of
your wounds,
Let our victory-song ride the winds of this blood-gorged eve,
For on this night of red swords we have wrought a legend,
Forged in the fires of our rage, and tempered with the spilled blood of the
slain...

O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night and always,
Anoint us with the crimson rain, forever feed our steel with slaughter...
Let every blow be a killing blow, grant us eternal victory, 'til we die a
warrior's death.

And so did Caylen-Tor turn the armies of Mytos K'unn back from the
frontiers of his northern kingdom. Those enemy soldiers who fled the field as
the mist lifted and their banner fell, are hunted down and brought to their
knees before the king. Summoning a surviving warrior Mytos K'unn, Caylen-Tor
gives unto him two gifts with which to return to his queen; one is the fallen,
sundered banner of Mytos K'unn, the other is the cloven head of Talus
Ebonfyre. The king's words ring out over the blood-drenched m oor: "Take this
message back to your queen... if ever again she deigns to strike against my
people, the slaughter this night will seem as naught compared to the havoc I
shall visit upon her then." When news of the defeat and the fearsome message
of Cayle n-Tor reached Mytos K'unn, Zyrashana's spells of regal dominance
waned, and her many courtiers and councillors, liberated from the imposition
of subservience, plotted against their queen, 'til soon she was driven from
the great royal palace by her own el ite guard, her throne seized by an
ambitious baron who had won the favour of the nobles and mages of the realm.
Evading inprisonment and surviving only by her mastery of spellcraft,
Zyrashana fled to the satrapies of the east, and nothing more was seen or
heard of her for some considerable time...

[Lyrics: Byron]
[Music: Jonny Maudling]

Salt & Pepper (Kaizers Orchestra)

Kaizers Orchestra - Salt & Pepper

Lyrics written by Janove Ottesen.

Kvitt pulver, revolver
En eim av bensin her
Du skimter silhuetter bak en blå gardin
De skjelver i lyset av stearin
Kom an inn

Her sitter eg på en plan
En plass i Tigerstaden
Du trur det ikkje før du får sjå det
Du kan bli den neste som går ut på båre
men det kommer an på et par små ting

Du gjer meg di hånd
Du kan få alt du ber om
Ti laken for alt
fem for pepper og fem for salt

Gje meg salt og pepper

Min plan har ligget på is
Min plan har sprukket
Det er rett før det kommer en eksplosjon
Eg beklager men det går ikkje
Eg har en revolusjon i min pose
men det kommer an på et par små ting

From the album "Evig Pint",
released February 3rd, 2003.

I Got Love (Remix) (Nate Dogg)


Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)

I got love
(Yeah for all y'all unaware)
(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous
(Smash through, do whatcha do, and whatcha want to)
Gang-sta Nate
(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
(Doin what we wanna...)
Young Got-ti

[Fabolous]
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's
Hit three fo' clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Don't speak, the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's
Don't know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green
For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a rider
You lookin at a "coast to coast G"
I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely
We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside
Please believe it, believe it please
You gon' see arms come out, like sleeveless T's

[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got love for, my homies who be rollin with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me
I got love
I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree
Down with the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me

[Kurupt]
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats (Yeah)
Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept it
You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby
Got 'em loungin in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers! (I got love)
And all the homies round up, throw the pound up
Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)
Pros - they adore me, I keep all pros lookin for me
Alive to tell this story, and I
And who am I, be the agostra Gotti
Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers

[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
She can't hang
She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a wifey
Just in-case
Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get clever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more
I'll leave the heffer down in the street

[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and Converse
C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
(I got blunts) .. My niggaz put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
(I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no love) For half these dudes spittin
Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
(I got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin contenders
(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original
more lyrical, plus dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when I'm finished
(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering B.R.E.T.T.!

[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got game cuz, the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my cheddar
If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me

STUPID (Oleander)

(lyrics: Thomas Flowers)

so sad to hear that you don¡¯t want to hang around with me
so lame to see you leave and to know that you believe that it¡¯s over

cause when your weak i feel the need to get underneith your skin
and when you start to tweak i find a way to get up beside you

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid

in time you¡¯ll learn to love me as much as you love yourself
oh in time you¡¯ll learn to hate me

cause when i feel the need to have you back by my side
i am sweet it makes me sick to know that i can be so blind

stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid
stupid, stupid, stupid

Deceptacon (Le Tigre)

Who took the bomp?

Every day and night
Every day and night
I can see your disco disco dick is ** my heart out of my mind
I'm outta time
I'm outta ** time
I'm a gasoline gut with a vasoline mind but
Wanna disco?
Wanna see me disco?
Let me hear you depoliticize my rhyme
One, two, three, four
You got what you been asking for
You're so policy free
And your fantasy wheels
And everything you think
And everything you feel is
Alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

I take you home now I watch me get you hot
You're just a parrot
When you're screaming and you're shouting
"More **s please! More **s please!"
You want what you want
But you don't wanna be on your knees
Who does your, who does your hair?

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading-dong?
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading-dong?

How are you?
Fine, Thank you
How are you?
Fine, Thank you.

You bought a new van
The first year of your band
You're cool and
I hardly wanna say
"Not" because I'm so bored
That'd I'd be entertained even by a stupid **in
Linoleum floor, linoleum floor,
Your lyrics are dumb like a linoleum floor
I'll walk on it
I'll walk all over you
Walk on it, walk on it
walking one, two
Who?
Who?
Who?
Who?

Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?
Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp?
Who took the Ram from the Ramalamading dong?

See you later.
See you later.
See you later.
See you later.

The Blazing Monoliths Of Defiance (Dimmu Borgir)

With hearts of midnight, brightened by his infernal light
We stand as a monolith of wrath, united under the goath of a thousand young
Two horns thrust upwards in defiance, three inverted as the trinity denied
A phalanx of mourners in black, falling towards nightly terror

Unleash the temted beast, raised your horns in pridefull blasphemy
I'll be your guide into the glourious darrkness, and enchant you like a taste of sin
Unleash the temted beast, chant theron in words of blazing scorn
Grant me my dark desires, strengthened through the power of satan

Take plesure in the torment of the wretched
And rejoice in the delight of the flesh
Behold the face of satan
And walk the fields of ** fire

Hunt the heavens ...

Godless temted beckon
Through gleaming scapes of horrid nightmare
Gathered between symbols and signs
A glow of new light is born out of the night

Give into your lust and carnal desires - in twisted blood-dripping ecstasy
In the name of satan - i lead you into temptation

(lyrics:Nagash)

Al Ver Veras (Luis Alberto Spinetta)

Ven a verme al ver verás,
yo por allí tengo una sombrilla,
corrí por las ciudades,
me cansó la codicia,
sólo tengo una vida.

Por mi ventana de al ver verás,
brilla un rayo al amanecer,
las horas ya no pasan,
las heridas se han ido,
todo dura un instante,
todo dura un instante para toda la vida.

Y al observar toda la locura,
la sociedad o lo que ya se fue,
entiendo que tu amor transpone todo refugio,
quema todo y sin armas.

Ven a ver y al ver verás,
yo con mi cuerpo te cubriré,
no importa que abandones lo que ya no resulta,
todo dura un instante,
es mejor ser el viento,
todo dura un instante para toda la vida.

Y al observar toda la locura,
la sociedad o lo que ya se fue,
entiendo que tu amor transpone...
no pensé en ningún lugar,
no pensé en ningún lugar.


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