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Escuchar Rebelion - Estirpe Imperial


Letras

Animal (Ani Difranco)

more and more there is this animal
looking out through my eyes
at all the traffic on the road to nowhere
at all the shiny stuff around to buy
at all the wires in the air
at all the people shopping
for the same blank stare
at america the drastic
that isolated geographic
that's become infested with millionaires

when you grow up surrounded
by willful ignorance
you have to believe
mercy has its own country
and that it's round and borderless
and then you have to grow wings
and rise above it all
like there
where that hawk is circling
above that strip mall

more and more there is this animal
looking out through my eyes
seeing that animals only take from this world
what they need to survive
but she is prowling through all the religions of men
seeing that time and time and time again
their gods have made them
special and above
nature's law
and the respect thereof

and i think when you grow up surrounded
by willful ignorance
you have to believe that mercy has its own country
and that it's round and borderless
and then you just grow wings
and rise above it all
like there where that hawk is circling
above that strip mall

ask any eco-system
harm here is harm there
and there and there
and aggression begets aggression
it's a very simple lesson
that long preceded any king of heaven
and there's this brutal imperial power
that my passport says i represent
but it will never represent where my heart lives
only vaguely where it went

cuz i know when you grow up surrounded
by willful ignorance
you learn that mercy has its own country
and that it's round and borderless
and then you just grow wings
and rise above it all
like there
where that hawk is circling
above that strip mall

Sacate La Mierda (Carajo)

Sin anestesia, la rebelion despierta
En la calle se manifiesta
La paciencia ya se acabo
Y nace la violencia

Miro la t.v. y odio lo que veo
Hay que meterlos a todos presos
Tanta propaganda para la corrupcion
Asesinando al pueblo.

Mierda, todo se degenera,
La vieja trampa nos espera
Y sea como sea hay que escaparle
A toda esta manga de charlatanes

Mierda, este caos apesta
Y solo nuestra muerte aliment
Pumm pummm echando bala al que protesta
Por sacar todo el dolor afuera

Sin vergüenza

Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe
Pudriendo nuestra fe

La sociedad es individual
La libertad es condicional
Trabajar por una puta limosna
La economia nos robo la vida

Rota quedo nuestra historia
Se va con pena y sin gloria y
Como cuesta mantener la esperanza
Cuando la comida no alcanza
Ya no hay nada mas que esperar
La honestidad no existe mas
Basta de cagarnos la cara,
Salimos a buscar lo que nadie nos da

Sin verguenza
Sin verguenza

Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe
Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe

Nuestra fe muerta
Nuestra fe, no!

Nada mas, nada mas queda por esperar
Nada mas que esperar
Nada mas que esperar
Nada mas que esperar
Nada mas que esperar
Nada mas, nada mas queda por esperar

Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe
Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe
Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Dejando escapar todo el odio que va
Pudriendo nuestra fe

Nuestra fe muerta
Nuestra fe, no
Basta, sacate la mierda
Basta, sacate la mierda!!!

Esta Es Mi Patria (Estirpe Imperial)

Hay otro amor de ideas que al lado de las cunas
nos canta nuestras madres y brota en la niñez
el sacro amor de Patria, que historia y tradiciones
transforman con los años en culto y deber

Bañada por dos mares, mi Patria es esta tierra
de genios que han formado mi espíritu Español
mi Patria es la que ostenta más lauros en la frente
que ostenta con orgullo ningun otro pais

Esta es mi Patria!

Esta es mi Patria!

¡ Cervantes y Murillo!...
Mi Patria es la que engendra
los muertos inmortales que nunca han de morir
mi Patria es este suelo creador de nuestra Raza
que en libre independencia su sangre siente arder

Mi Patria es Covadonga, Las Navas y el Salado
mi Patria esta en Sagunto en Cádiz y en Bailén
¡ Oh pueblo de montañas y alcázares de guerra !
¡ Manten invulnerable tu antigua libertad !

Esta es mi Patria!

Esta es mi Patria!

California (Josh Ritter)

going out to California
gonna let the water warm my clothes
I’m alone but I’m not lonely
gonna trade the weather for the Western coast
no don’t cry
I’ll be back and I’ll
bring the sun to shine
in your eyes
on your shoulders
Sunset Boulevard will strip for money
Mulholland is a long drag for the lonely hearts
down along the Imperial Valley
runs a river of homelessness and cinema stars
don’t say
the trip’s been done
a hundred thousand times
cause this one
is mine
so I will work at what work finds me
and I will take what comfort I can get
I’ll be back when I’m good and ready
California doesn’t seem to think I’m ready yet
no don’t cry
I’ll be back and I’ll
bring the sun to shine
in your eyes
on your shoulders

Levantarse (Estirpe Imperial)

A veces me pregunto
si esta clara mi intencióna,
si entiendes lo que busco
cuando hago una canción.

Quiero encender tu sangre
no sentir tu admiración,
quiero que te comprometas
y que veas que no es solo una canción.

Es pura rabia que expulso
desde mi interior,
me hirve la sangre al verte
acomodado en tu sillón.

Levantarse y luchar
cada uno con los medios que pueda utilizar,
debes saber que es duro
el camino que habra que recorrer,
hazlo por ti
al menos abandonaras un rato el sillón.
¡Qué triste condición!

Si crees que lo que busco
son más ventas ¡Piérdete!,
son tan solo una herramienta
que nos ayuda a crecer.

Me importa tu postura
¿Qué es lo que piensas hacer?
¿Ponerte pronto en marcha,
o dejar que todo siga del reves?

Levantarse y luchar
cada uno con los medios que pueda utilizar,
debes saber que es duro
el camino que habra que recorrer,
hazlo por ti
al menos abandonaras un rato el sillón.
¡Qué triste condición!

Smugglin' Booze In The Graveyard (Warcloud)

[The Untouchables sampled]
Wait, oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Wait, wait Mr. Postman
I think Mr. Postman looked at me
Woah yeah, you got a letter in your bag for me
Please please Mr. Postman
Oh yeah

[Scooby Doo sample]
Shaggy : Like what do we do now?
Fred : Well, there's no doubt in my mind that that hermit's the Creeper
Daphne : Let's get back to the Mystery Machine and go for the Sheriff
Shaggy : Boy am I glad we've see the last of that creeper
Scooby : Me too
Velma : The Creeper!
Shaggy : Zoiks! It's him!

[Intro: Warcloud]
Warcloud, unique, yeah
Beat City, Verbal Warriors
Observe the coridoriors
Yo yo

[Warcloud]
Unmarked graves, bow havens, jaw breaker tycoons
Choke sleeper porsche from the land fields, my jam kills
Rusty iron giant who razmadazz the world
Smash a champ soda, took his bike, left him his girl
Candy her phalanges, we smuggle booze in the graveyard
Lust vine of roses, I pop shots ferocious
And rewire your faulty brain circuitry as a courtesy
If you cop the drop, emergency home surgery
From the mandibles of a mechanical cannibal
A titanical, breumatical moseic dismantled you
And snapped 3 million bare skeletons, creatures rotting
In the museum I pot bodies of foreign bodies
Ultimate heavy cannon, seven ships and seven hats
Victorious storm by rave 'barian followed by eleven bats
Off to my room base, one of the moons of Pluto
Then back to blast the city, sneaky Pete and black Bart
Six finger gym wine opener, the train through the desert
On the horse with no name and heavy fame
Green hunting hawk, hunting swan, atomic pesticides
I burst through your Great Wall of China, you demoleculise
Grail jail crush at creepers (Yo)
A bribe and a hand of trails, mystic at heart
They who enter, rapped their backstage is 'bout to get shown out out the window
Yo yo yo, expect to get shown out out the window

[Chorus x2: Warlcloud]
Wall of jelly pool shark, welcome to the light house
Pistol in bread box, one flew over cuckoo
Zombies couped up in a cottage smokin' cigars
Pipe bomb at the Olympics, Stone Roses

[Unique]
We be the undercover specimin, phenomonal, mind expolosive
Bomb your land mark with a charge of nitrogliserin convulsive
Resource for resources, those who contradict I speak against
We attack with forces, the thunderous thunder storm
Me and my swarm we way above the norm'
I snatch your mics so hard it'll dislocate your arm
Y'all niggaz ain't knowin' about the 3-60 divine
Tragedy, the last paragraph, get to the bottom line
Cat's minds that I build with, they be the solid kind
Cuz they sparkin' my projects they be the same kind
Who dare come amongst us and lend more jewels for battlin'
My nitrogliserin charge leave your database shatterin'
Regurgitate rhymes, speed on your head, brain batterin'
Fantastic rap mic fabulous
Cipher niggas grab microphone, spit hazardous
Resurrect the mental dead like Lazarus
Catch me up north chillin' up in Club Cannabis
Me and Warlcoud knock your dome, rock you like the Grand Canyon-ist
Cypher niggas flip the format in your manuscript
You can't handle it, get smashed like the sandwiches

[Break: Warcloud]
We flat house floozies, floozies
Get chased stayin' in the door house yo
Yo yo yo yo yo

Chorus x2

[Warcloud]
I'm like a '57 Chevie Christine, so pristine
On the candy apple sweet cream sixteen peep
My raps in the form of runners of land creatures the colacan
Heavy heavy hollow spined fish, the line was crisp
Deadly game show and behind tomb number three
Is the imperial eating eyeball serial
Letters from a killer, I gulp your brains down with Miller
Dark side tiller, I stab you in the chest wit' a pillar
That collapse the Greek monument, Great Chief's conglomorate
Shadow circle the hall with swords, bloody astonishment
Faces slide across walls, off y'all so grand
We sent two groups, one the foot and one the hand
Wu-Tang Clan, barbarians and iron samurai's
Whispered battle cries that shatter skys and planets die
World eaters and y'all turn mics in the cannister
Code of soldier janitor, horror flicks over the bannister
Alleyway butcher, eight spirits that nurture
This rap's a dead body of a sewage maintenance worker

Chours x2

Two People In The World (Little Anthony And The Imperials)

Two People In the World
Little Anthony and the Imperials
Written by Richard Barrett and Ernest Wright, Jr.

This did not make the Pop chart


(There's just two kinds of people in the world)
(Why can't we fall in love?)
(Just two kinds of people in the world)
(They are a boy and girl)

Boy meets girl and love begins
Oh, what a feeling you get from within
Oh, I should know for I'm i-in love
I'm the boy, you're the girl, all the stars up above

(Just two kinds of people in the world)
(Why can't we fall in love?)
(Just two kinds of people in the world)
(They are a boy and girl)

(Boy meets girl and love begins)
(Oh, what a feeling you get from within)
Oh, I should know for I'm i-in love
I'm the boy, you're the girl, all the stars up above

(Just two kinds of people in the world)
(Why can't we fall in love?)
(Just two kinds of people in the world)
(Why can't we fall in lo-lo-lo-love?)

Lo-ove?





No Me Lo Perdono (Marcela Morelo)

...Nunca quise ser esclavo
y hoy siento que pierdo.

Como no mire en tus ojos
eso no me lo perdono, no
quiero gritar

Estoy herida y casi sin vida y en libertad
no me voy a ir si no puedo más
donde esta.

Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira.
Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira de verdad.

Voy abandonarte y no a dejarte amar sobre mi caerá una condena
una rebelion, un espiritu y una ilusion para seguir
por un camino, un ultimo adios
pensando en tus ojos voy a vivir, mi amor.

Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira.
Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira de verdad,
a quien le mira de verdad,
a quien le mira de verdad...

Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira.
Todo lo que tengo lo pierdo
voy y vengo y no me detengo a mirar
a quien le mira de verdad.

Como no mire en tus ojos
eso no me lo perdono, no...
Como no mire en tus ojos
eso no me lo perdono, no...
Como no mire en tus ojos
eso no me lo perdono, no...

Cats Van Bags (Atmosphere)

(Intro)
I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
Come and ** get me, mother**er
Yeah, break, start the song now, **er

(Verse 1)
[Slug]
We travelin the missle, weavin' through your cornfields
Leavin behind a trail of amature ** and orange peels
Navagatin through this basement, the mascarades
As our nation, practicin' my acid take, masturbation
Watchin the expressions on the faces
Of the ones designated to be the queens, kings, and (??)
How many miles can you put on one soul
Before the smile starts to blend into one big bullet hole

[Brother Ali]
Shoot through it as a union, with the best of my crew
Bumpin melodys and memories too, my heads killin me, ohh
Stomach empty, my bladdar is full
(????) on Jay Birds phone Cryin, ya missin me
And I'm stallin', I'll bite ya arm off
Sabertooth Tiger, run the night with the sharp claws
In ya backyard just to ** with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off
Bitch

[Slug]
** yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
With one hand over the mouth, still managin' to shout
Theres more said, then in the lines in your forehead
Then could ever try to find print on the inside of that warhead
Cross counrty, like a little lost junky
Make them hot and jumpy, trying to get that God money
Stearin the van through the blizzards, the fanfare
Pivit when we visit, spit victim if you stand there

[Brother Ali]
Take a map of this picture, throw a dart at it, thats where
We took a room back full the kids and threw a heart at it
Angry like a hostage, Kickin like a little bitch in one of Dibs's mosh pits
Shifitin through your city limits tryin to find the raw shit
Thread and needle wit it, and weave a world of hate together, till we get
'em car sick
Face full of war paint, strapped ready for action
Battle cracks headin, trying to seek the satisfaction of the captain

[Slug]
Climbed over the side, closed his eyes
Took a dive into his fame, inspiration for stayin alive
Swam to the shore, stepped upon land
Walked up to a whore, grabbed her by the hand
And said

(Chorus)
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo

(Verse 2)
[Brother Ali]
Lock eyes, with a thousand people at the same time
They minds, believin this, my style (???)
Squeezin this, the mid west, sweat out of my shirt
And leavin with my life essence embedded in ya dirt

[Slug]
We work, move, and hustle with the rest of the Gypsies
Spoon feed these issues to a new school of Fishies
Swimmin through a hazy shade of passion
Here they come, the Hazleton has-been, and his chaplin

[Brother Ali]
Thats them, the migrants, seasonal workers
The finest imperial wordsmiths on the circuit
Two Million smiles and runnin, stompin', trying to flee the heat
Turn around, shootin at the monster till his knees are weak

[Slug]
They call me Jesus Freak, I came to listen
Then I save you, then I make you, my favorite position
Chasin' this pidgeon down the street towards the banks
Just in case, my traffic recieves jeeps and tanks

(Bridge)
[Slug]
And we wonder through the snow(?), so let it be known
Mama I dont know if I'ma ever be home
The revolution wont have any distribution
I love my son and my music so I gotta keep it movin'
Like

(Chorus)
[Slug & Brother Ali]
Let the wheels spin, let the road shake
Let the speakers blow
Let the line in, let the kids play
Let the people know
Let the roof burn, let the girls love
Let the heat flow
Let the world turn, let the curtains up
Cats Van Bags, Yo

Get Up On That Funk (W.C. And The Maad Circle)




[Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

[W.C.]
Check it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo
I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And this is a preview, somethin to move to
Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
to the next paragraph I must move on
You might know my face (why) cause I made a funky song

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)

..

"Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"

[Coolio]
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the record player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
and give the real meanin of the word funk

[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word funk?
Well let me give a demonstration
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
In other words, an organization of my homeboys
stealin from the rich and famous
And givin back to the poor folks in the slums, yo
Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new cars
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO'**
That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
So everybody watch your back
I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I know you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)

[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 4X)


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