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Phony Rappers (A Tribe Called Quest)




Intro: Kamaal (Q-Tip)

Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, check it out, aight

Verse One: Kamaal (Q-Tip)

Yo, I was riding the train
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain
Let's battle
It kinda took me by surprised
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got nuttin to lose but um
But I got to do this shit real quick so um
Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I'll bust mine
And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok
Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that's what he said
Then I came back and just **ed up his head
Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn't hold the shit down in New York City
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her**Uptown, real MC's will hold it down
Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that
You wanna bring it to me, where you at

Verse Two: Phife Dawg

Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation
When this kid tried to tell me I didn't deserve my occupation
He said I wasn't shit that I was soon to fall
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls
Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip
Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit
Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton
Finally I banged his**wit the verbal assault
He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed
That's when I preceeded to give him what he needed
Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose
Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice
Preferly Minute Maid cuz that's exactly what it takes
To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes
Because an MC like me be on TV
Don't mean I can't hold my shit down in NYC

Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, you know they type
Phony rappers, check it

Verse Three: Phife, Consequence

It seems there's a sanitation, y'all full of thrash talker
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing
Not enhancing, you sound tired
Oh, shit, I didn't know you like to play yourself in front'cha friends
Sitting there, lying to no end
MC's for me make things happening
Talk about a world but in a form of rapping
Who will be the captain of this ship
If it goes down, don't you know you have to go wit it
Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
Doesn't mean that you've reach the MC's peak
Let me stop sounding all bitter
Ghetto child, never be a quitter
But don't be a phony in the litter
Take it as a letter from the better
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted**jetta's

C: Yo, Phife, you need a condom
P: Word to God, mess around
I catch Aids from Mc's being on my nuts too hard
C: Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard
P: And what's your blvd
C: LP, I represent naturally
P: So don't step on the rolly if you know that you're phony
Or else I bend that**like elbow macaroni
Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real)
A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step
C: (So on your mark) get ready, MC's be jetti
Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
P: Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova
I'm wilder then the cats from Arizona
Villanova, un, un, Kentucky
Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me
Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it
C: And when it comes to the microphone, don't even try to grab it
What?


What These Bitches Want From A Nigga (DMX)

[DMX] Uhh..[Sisqo] DMX, Sisqo[DMX] Yo.. what these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] Dru Hill, yaknahmsayin?[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?
[Sisqo] HmmmMMMMMM (Ruff Ryders) DMX break em off
[DMX] What these bitches want from a nigga?[Sisqo] Break em off, some..[DMX]

Aiyyo!! Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Cocoa Puff sweet bitches (WHAT?)
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D (UHH)
I ** with these hoes from a distanceThe instant they start to catch feelings
I start to stealin they shitthen I'm out just like a thief in the night
I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin life, I'm thinkin more like - whassup tonight?
Come on ma, you know I got a wife
and even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life (aight?)
So what is it you want from a nigga? (WHAT?)
I gave you, you gave me - BITCH, I blazed you, you blazed me (c'mon)
Nothin more, nothin less, but you at my door
willin to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut (f'real)

"Chorus: Sisqo
What these bitches want from a nigga? What you want.. (what you want)
What these bitches want from a nigga? Really want..
What these bitches want from a nigga? I've been keepin you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga? Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me! (So what you want?)[DMX]

There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia (okay)
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia (ooh)Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki (uh-huh)
Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky (damn)
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor (aight?)
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla (okay)
Marina (uhh) Selena (uhh) Katrina (uhh) Sabrina (uhh)
About three Kim's (WHAT?) LaToya, and Tina (WHOO!)
Shelley, Bridget, Kathy, Rasheeda (uh-huh)Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita (damn!)
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda (WHAT?)
Donna, Ulanda (WHAT?) Tawana, and Wanda (WHAT?)
were all treated fairly but yet and still
bitches is on some other shit now that I'm **in wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real (WHAT?)What the ** you want from a nigga? (c'mon)
What the ** you want from a nigga? (c'mon)Chorus (w/ minor variations)[DMX]

Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have (YEAH)
and a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
and this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit (aight?)
And that's all they **in with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin to creep
wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep[Sisqo - singing over dub chorus]

X let me talk to em for a minuteOooohhh I know I know it's so hard to be
a victim of my realityHeard you callin me names, said I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhh yeahhhhOahahohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Chorus 2X (w/ Sisqo ad-libs)

Que Si, Que Si (Natalia Oreiro)

Ay que bueno sería
llegar al fondo de tus emociones
abrigarte los sueños
Y hacerlos canciones
Y sentir que estabas esperando,
Lo que aquí te estoy cantando
Ay que si, que si
Ay dime que si
Ay que si, que si
Ay dime que si
I want to hear you baby
I need I need you baby
Hey Ah
Busca nuevos sueños
Está buena la vida
Cuando te juegas
Por un sentimiento
Y te cambia la suerte
Como en esos cuentos
Que hace tiempo
Estamos esperando,
Y recién van asomando

Jardim De Cores (LS Jack)

Flores caem sobre a multidão, vozes se misturam com
o Sol, temos pouco tempo pra sonhar. Ninguém vai dizer
que não da pra viajar, pra um lugar longe daqui no Jardim
de Cores perto do Sol, perto do Sol.
Nuvens sonham formas pelo ar, pássaros cantando, a mesma canção
num lugar longe daqui, num Jardim de Cores perto do Sol.

Refrão:
É claro que um dia eu vou te encontrar, na luz de uma vela
amanhã. É claro que um dia eu vou te acordar, eu vou vou vou
...

Flores caem sobre a multidão, ninguém vai dizer que não dava
pra sentir num lugar loge daqui no Jardim de Cores perto do
Sol.

Refrão (2X)

Num lugar longe daqui, num Jardim de Cores perto do Sol, perto
do Sol.

Refrão (2X)

Parece Que No (Intocable)

Parece que no, pero las penas matan
parece que no, pero las penas acaban
parece que no, porque me ven cantando
parece que no, pero si estoy llorando.

hoy me toco perder,
hoy no pude ganar
traigo un dolor en mi alma
que conmigo va a acabar

la ingrata se me fue
por otro me dejo
no vuelvo a enamorarme
ni a creer en el amor

de que sirvio quererla más
de haberle dado el corazón
si solo fui una diversión
para su alma

hoy lloraré en mi soledad
pues es mejor que lamentar
porque en las cosas del amor
las penas matan.

hoy me toco perder,
hoy no pude ganar
traigo un dolor en mi alma
que conmigo va a acabar

la ingrata se me fue
por otro me dejó
no vuelvo a enamorarme
ni a creer en el amor

de que sirvió quererla mas
de haberle dado el corazón
si solo fui una diversión
para su alma

hoy lloraré en mi soledad
pues es mejor que lamentar
porque en las cosas del amor
las penas matan.

parece que no, porque me ven cantando
parece que no, pero si estoy llorando.

Dreams 2... (Where My Bitches At?) (Ras Kass)




featuring Doo Wop

Intro: Ras Kass

That's some real shit
Sometimes I be watching you know what I'm saying
the little videos and shit.
I just be trying to imagine them bitches ** faces you know?
I can't help it dog I got dreams too (what)
Yo Doo Wop what's wrong with a nigga?
Tell B.I.G. rest in peace

Verse One: Ras Kass

As I sit back relax drinkin Alize and 'Yak (Cognac)
And lust over R&B bitches with wide gaps
I fantasize at night if I can up Lauryn Hill
Just to show her how that thing really feel
It's really ill what the dilly with T-Boz and Chili?
I'd rather have this big dick than a Big Willie
Cause TLC know they love Scrubs
I ** Left Eye in the passenger seat of my man VW Bug
Wanna G Alliyah
But Mya look flyer
BIG said she looked scary but I'd still ** Mariah
Shanice is a piece plus the pussy is deep
Kelly Price look aight but she to obese
To say the least
Veronica's skins is in the top ten
Don't need a dildo to break Monifah shit again
Deborah Cox is hot let me lick that pussy up
I had a crush on you since MTV The Cut
What?
I'm just chinky eyed chocately cute
The girl is mine me and Monica knockin' da boots
As Brandy too crew
She like it wow from the back
Getting her braids pulled while her**get smacked
Remember Fresh Prince, Tatyana Ali
Now she old enough to pee so now she old enough for me homey
Late night with a fifth of JD's whisky
'Cause I gotta be pissy drunk to ** that bitch Missy

Chorus: Doo Wop (repeat 4X)

Where my bitches at?
From the front to back I wanna hit that

Verse Two: Ras Kass

** some Taco Bell, "Yo quiero Jennifer Lopez"
Fat**dough legs I switch my last name to Ropez
It's true, I love 702
Divine got hazel eyes, bang em blind like Mr Magoo
Erykah Badu is cool but 'Dre is my dog
Got the Spice Girls taking turns hummin' my balls
Tell me what's the Total when the niggas attract
Kima and Keisha in a menage with Pam and Da Brat
Has to escape Xscape they was trying to **me
Raven Symone is statutory wait until she 18
I'd bang all 3 cuties from Blaque, believe that
Without make-up Elusion is wack like two **in sleestacks
Chante Moore fly though but she probably know Tae-Bo
Destiny's Child is wild plus I want to try 4, wait
Who's them five white bitches wearing pink, hah
My bad that's them 'niggas' N'Sync
I'd bang Les Nubians from France to the Motherland
Stretch Mona Lisa like a rubber band with no rubber man
Faith is off limits but Mary J can get it
Them big**lips known to cold suck a good dit-ick
One little black**core but I like my chickens extra crispy
Slide down Whitney and her mom Sissy
But Bobby probably kill so chill
Had Tamia walking wobbly stealing meals from Grant Hill

Chorus

Me Voy Pal Party (Nicky Jam)

Yo, yo...
Nicky Jam...
"La Conspiracion"...
La secuela...
Matando...
Musicalmente...
Yo...

Y yo me voy pal' party, llego la noche
Yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party
Llego la noche
Y yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party

Llegando a la disco
Buscando esa gata que quiera estar conmigo
Camino al VIP con mi corillo encendio'
Siempre que estamos caminando hay un lucio
Y si se pone bien jodon te lo digo esta jodio
Yo quiero que esa girla aqui se mueva conmigo
Que le esmande la cama y si me enseña el ombligo
Que me diga al oido "Papi, quiero estar contigo."
Y si la cojo en mi casa, se lo hago hasta en el piso
Chuparte en el cuello en el momento mas preciso
Pa' llegar hasta abajo no voy a pedirte permiso
Yo quiero que este **o termine como un hechizo
Pa' cuando yo termine me diga "Pa', te felicito!"

(Nicky, dale otra vez...)

Y yo me voy pal' party, llego la noche
Yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party
Llego la noche
Y yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party

Ahora yo sigo cantando
Gatas en la discoteca siempre estan guayando
Los cangris en el VIP siempre la estan montando
En "La Conspiracion" Nicky Jam esta cantando
Y tu me estas escuchando, cantando
Gatas en la discoteca siempre estan guayando
Los cangris en el VIP siempre la estan montando
En "La Conspiracion" Nicky Jam esta cantando
Y tu me estas escuchando, cantando-tando...

Y yo me voy pal' party, llego la noche
Yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party
Llego la noche
Y yo me voy pal' party, con los maliantes
Yo me voy pal' party, buscando gatas
Yo me voy pal' party, no me importa lo que digan porque voy pal party

Jajaja!
Ya tu sabes, papi!
En el party, montandola bien duro!
Tu haz visto to' esa gente que estan por ahi conspirando contra el Nicky?
Ya tu sabes lo que hay!
Mucho reggaeton!
Ya tu sabes, en las discoteca!
Mucha conspiracion en el perreo!
Nicky Jam, yo!
Vamos pal' VIP!
Jajajaja...

Party, con los maliantes...
Party, en la disco...
Party, en "La Conspiracion"...
Party...
(Nicky, dale otra vez!)
Party, con los maliantes...
Party, en la disco...
Party, en "La Conspiracion"...
Party...
(Nicky, dale otra vez!)
Party, con los maliantes...
Party, en la disco...
Party, en "La Conspiracion"...
Party...
(Ay, Nicky...)

Otra Canción (Mar De Copas)

Son mil emociones
Y mil confusiones
Se pasan los días
sin explicaciones

La estaba esperando
No sé si volvió
Y un ángel del cielo
Me durmió.

Sombras nada más
De un amor que viene y va.
Huellas de otro amor
Que al morir cantando va.

La noche se aclara
Y no hay solución
Y aun tengo partido
En dos el corazón

Te quiero mil veces
Mil veces también
Te entrego hoy mis sueños
Ya me voy.

Faccio Sul Serio (Fabri Fibra)

Rit:
faccio sul serio faccio sul serio sul serio sul serio faccio sul serio col rap io (x2)

Prendere la vita come viene riga
oppure prendere la vita come Fabri Fibra
se io mi fossi chiamato Fabrizio Tarducci
forse magari a quest’ora vestivo Gucci?
Ma l’euro è come il dollaro e sta merda non produce
anche se questi americani c’hanno salvato dal duce
io sto senza un lavoro in un appartamento al buio
perché per questo mese non c’ho un soldo per la luce
Potessi andare in tele spruzzerei due ragnatele
su ogni stronzo che rappa cantando al tempo delle mele
Potessi andare in radio punto a farti un tirocinio
sbudellando i testi idioti che fanno il Piotta e i Flaminio
mi sputo addosso sul dito medio io non connetto ho la testa in stato di assedio
Non merito un premio questo è il grilletto e lo premo
mi faccio un buco nel cranio ma prima alzo la mano
perché domandi chi non crede in questo rap italiano
c’è ancora chi si legge Aelle di un parente lontano
non mi sono mai fatto donne come la Pina
che di tre dischi che ha fatto non ricordo una rima
io faccio sul serio.

Ritornello

Faccio sul serio nove anni che scrivo ogni mio pensiero
nove anni sullo stesso stereo inietto un siero
Ogni rima che faccio porta allo sclero colpa del clero
nell’underground sprofondai in un buco nero
Non sembra vero potrebbe essere un impero
quando invece accendo un cero ogni notte che mi dispero
Resto in trans ho i rap che non a chance
le mie rime più belle le ho copiate dai miei fans
sono distrutto perché il mio rap spacca di brutto
io uccido la scena e vesto scuro in segno di lutto
Per cominciare mi hanno cacciato da ogni centro sociale
perché non esprimo idee politiche varie
Attuo come se fosse terapia mi da impulsi alla schiena con delle scosse
io non descrivo rappresaglie e sommosse
non è rap quello dei Novantanove Posse
mi rendono le palle grosse
Esploderanno come cazzo di bombe delle Brigate Rosse
e anche se fosse non sembra vero
È un bolero dinero zero con il rap io faccio troppo sul serio.

Ritornello.

Ya Me Voy (Billy Williams)

Si acaso estoy cantando esta canción
Es porque tengo tanto que decir
Lo que no tengo es tiempo
Solo unos momentos

Por eso estoy cantando esta canción
Donde mi alma entrego con mi voz
Te llevare muy dentro
Nos veremos luego

Este no es el último recuerdo, es el comienzo
Aprendamos a confiar en el destinto
Caminemos fuertes el camino verdadero
Algún día podremos volar

Yo ya me voy, no volveré
Pero te dejo todo lo que tanto amé
Yo ya me voy, recuérdame
Y si te gana el llanto ven y abrázame
Yo ya me voy.

Intro

Este no es el último recuerdo, es el comienzo
Aprendamos a confiar en el destinto
Caminemos fuertes el camino verdadero
Algún día podremos volar

Yo ya me voy, no volveré
Pero te dejo todo lo que tanto amé
Yo ya me voy, recuérdame
Y si te gana el llanto ven y abrázame

Yo ya me voy.no volveré
Pero te dejo todo lo que tanto amé
Yo ya me voy, recuérdame
Y si te gana el llanto ven y abrázame

Yo ya me voy
Yo ya me voy
Yo ya me voy


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