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Escuchar Guerrilla Seca "No Hay Amigo" - Official Music Video


Letras

Only Teething (The Charlatans)

I've been lookin' to save the city,
Looks like the biggest thing
And now you seem like you're not
So real as the songs you give

So you pack up your bags and leave
To what seems like a better dream,
It's alright we're only teething, only young

Yeah, since you came,
Last week to say you're on your way,
You don't have to say good luck
'Cos I don't need it babe


The occasional sin
Is like your music my friend
And the singer he don't look me in the eye

Is there a soul in young things,
Or in the people you meet
I know you're obviously misbelieving,
What you're saying is only right

Yeah, since you came,
My sweet to say, you're on your way,
You don't have to wish good luck
'Cos I don't need it babe

Meanwhile, you're only dreaming,
Me I've got something to see in,
A heartache's as good as you feel it,
And now you're on your own

I know I've been loosing you
And it looks like I'll use you too,
It broke in a million pieces overnight

I've been to the promised land
And I shook the almighty hand
Who said it's alright
You're only teething in my eyes

Yeah, since you came,
Last week to say you're on your way,
You don't have to say good luck
'Cos I don't need it babe

Santiago (Attaque 77)

Ellos están bien llenos y nosotros hambrientos,
nos tienen aplacados así,
bicicleteándonos con esta mierda de sueldo,
y ellos viven a lo Beverly Hills
así, mientras saben que vamos a esperar
perdemos el tiempo, nadie nos va a ayudar
Salgamos a las calles a tomar lo que es nuestro,
la rabia no se puede ocultar
saqueando sus viviendas,
así como ellos hicieron con nuestra dignidad.
Mirando a lo lejos, se puede divisar
un pueblo dormido que quiere despertar
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
La autoridad dió un paso al costado,
dijeron: nosotros terminamos acá
entonces contrataron matones a sueldo,
basura hay en cualquier lugar
Algunas personas nunca comprenderán
amargo el obrero no puede continuar
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
Santiago no duerme más la siesta
algunas personas nunca comprenderán,
amargo el obrero no puede continuar.

The Way I'm Made (Adam Gregory)

I'd like to think John Wayne's out there
On his horse the wind in his hair
Somewhere riding out there

And I'd like to believe there's someone for me
That God made especially
And custom made for me

That's just the way I'm made
I'm put together
Bailing wire and string
What not whatever comes my way
That's the way I'm made

And I like to work hard in the sun
And do my job 'til the day is done
Work just as hard at havin' fun

And I'd like to turn, turn the music up
Windows down kick up some dust
That's just what I love

Just be yourself, be who you are
Say what you mean, speak from the heart
Mean what you say, finish what you start
Just be yourself, be who you are
Just be who you are

And I'd like to think John Wayne's out there
On his horse the wind in his hair
Somewhere riding out there

And I'd like to believe there's someone for me
That God made especially
Custom made for me

That's the way I'm made...

Nada Más De Mí (Los Bunkers)

No se que puedo hacer por ti
te pasas muchos meses enredada en tu cama
tal vez noquieras empezar
te pasas mil peliculas cortadas sin saber actuar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

que facil es aparentar
vistiendote a la moda para no desantonar
no da vergüenza un dia mas
vivir con miedo a comenzar lo que no sabes terminar

ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
no soporto mas escucharte, hay pobre de mi

Nada puedo hacer por ti
mas que esperar a que te olvides de mi
ya no esperes nada mas, nada mas de mi, oh no
ya no esperes nada mas que un buen pretexto para olvidar

Pepe Botika (¿Donde Estan Mis Amigos?) (Extremoduro)

Pepe Botika es un honrado traficante tomando copas me l'encuentro to los días
me cuenta historias de sus años en la cárcel
a veces había suerte y si tenía pasta salía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría. ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Lo colocaron con las manos en la masa
cuando venía del campo de coger higos
entodavía no l`an visto por su casa
lo tienen preventivo en una celda de castigo
¿¡Dónde están mis amigos!? Encerrados sin motivo.
Carabanchel, La Modelo. Herrera de la Mancha,
Cáceres II. Alcalá Meco, Puerto de Santa María.
El contrabando era su oficio más brillante
y las fronteras se las salta to los días
tengo colegas en casi todas las cárceles
era de Plasencia me parece que decía.
Que vergüenza, Señoría ¿Cuánto cuesta su amnistía?
Un día le hicieron un registro al soterrizo
y le incautaron 20 kilos de chorizo
hashis, caballo y cocaína pal que compre
pues ya lo dijo dios: no sólo de pan vive el hombre.

Burrera (Candy 66)

Un mar de odio te puedes encontrar
al ver que soy yo lo que puedes
tener, robar, pedir con lo que venga,
pensándolo bien no hay fiesta que por mal no venga

What a fake what to what a fake ahhh

En una sala llena de frialdad, l
o que ves no lo es y nunca será
Ves, como lo ves como lo son,
como lo que es, no es lo que tu crees...

No es lo que ves lo que crees

Tu ru pa pa pa pa pa pa
No es lo que ves lo que es...

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]

Super Fly (Music Instructor)

D-Rock is the munch, with or without
Everybody knows that I'll slap their mutha**ers in their mouth
Better pay attention, as I lay this shit higher
Understand this funk. funk the bonfire
Burnin' is the city that I'm coming
Back wit' this shit, cos' you're acting like you drop funk
Call me in n' out
I know you wanna sound like me
That's because I never imitate the upper MC's

X3
U-u-u-upper MC's

X2
All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

Super fly guy if you like it or not
Then you know it's pity, cos' my city is hot
Here's a noble lesson, just before I retire
Takin' up ahead from my lick a' barb wire
Rappers take your style, cos' I'm strolling along
Collecting hit after hit, so guess I drop bombs
I know, you never heard a rapper like me
That's because I'm a super fly and a funky MC

X4
U-u-upper MC's

X2
All you super, super fly
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
Cos' we super, super fly

X2
U-u-upper MC's
Yeah, we super, super fly
And we gonna take you high
U-u-upper MC's

Soy Rebelde (Jeanette)

Yo soy rebelde
porque el mundo me ha hecho asi
porque nadie me ha tratado con amor
porque nadie me ha querido nunca oir
Yo soy rebelde
porque siempre sin razon
me negaron todo aquello que pedi
y me dieron solamente incomprension

Y quisiera ser como el niño aquel
como el hombre aquel que es feliz
y quisiera dar lo que hay en mi
todo a cambio de una amistad
y soñar, y vivir
y olvidar el rencor
y cantar, y reir
y sentir solo amor

Yo soy rebelde
porque el mundo me ha hecho asi
porque nadie me ha tratado con amor
porque nadie me ha querido nunca oir

Y quisiera ser como el niño aquel
como el hombre aquel que es feliz
y quisiera dar lo que hay en mi
todo a cambio de una amistad
y soñar, y vivir
y olvidar el rencor
y cantar, y reir
y sentir solo amor.

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


Video


Guerrilla Seca presents "No Hay Amigo" music video. GUERRILLA SECA (GCK), is a Hip-Hop Duo, each of them born in two of the most notourious hoods in the ...




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