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Escuchar Latidos "Poderoso" Fernando Torrico Gina Gil


Letras

Pepepez (Los de Abajo)

Había un pez, en la kermesse
Y su hermana Inés, lloró por el

Se quedó tirado, no pudo salir
Que con tanta agua negra de caño ese pez tuvo que morir

Su hermana Inés lo hizo puré
Lo hizo pastel para bodas del Señor José

No pudo comerlo pues el pobre pez
De tanta agua negra de aquel caño se infectó también

Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez, Pepepez

El Señor José la denunció
A la pobre de Inés la clavaron al tambo
Y conoció a Fernando y se clavó con Armando
Y se tronó a Rolando se pasó divulgando
Con la suerte de un mango que portaba la punta
De su cruel bisturí

Y qué pasó con Raquel, Raquel llegó
Era la novia de Inés la acuchilló
La quiso hacer un pastel pa´ Don José
La historia vuelve otra vez

Se prendió la mecha de nuestra incongruencia,
Hoy lo más coherente tan absurdo suena

Bombón (Féy)

Miel sobre miel
tus caricias otra vez
vuelven a poner
fuego líquido en mi piel
Je t'aime, bombón.

Pam-pata-pam
como truenos de tam-tam
nuestros pechos están
sincronizados pom-pam
Je t'aime, bombón.

Sed contra sed
hambre y ganas de comer
hoy me tienes fé
lo demás vendrá después
Je t'aime, bombón.

Veo lo que ven
los dos granos de café
con los que iluminas
el nuevo día
visto de color
que hay en tus cambios de humor
me perfumo en el olor de tu olor
Oh, mom cheri bombón.

Mi talismán
sabes bien y sientes mal
eres más letal
que un conjuro de chamán
Je t'aime, bombón.

Te voy detrás
igual que las huellas van
no te pido mas
que las migas que me das
Je t'aime, bombón.

Frágil como un pez
si no estás me apagaré
quiero la semilla
de tu sonrisa
sin ti soy la flor
que no da ningún olor
déjame mirarte
un poco mejor
Oh, mom petit.

Shala la la la...
por ti
Shala la la la...
que si
Shala la la la...
por ti
Shala la la la...
aquí
muero un día mas.

Esa boca que va de amarga
y sabe a miel
sé que la tendré
sólo para mí, lo sé
Je t'aime, bombón.

Veo lo que ven...

Lluvia De Dolor (Sôber)

Nacer donde nadie quiere

Crecer de espaldas a la gente

Mirar al cielo por si llueve

Correr si ves que algo se mueve

Al mundo tal vez le importes una mierda

Pasaste a ser un cero a la izquierda

Sin haber dañado a nadie, ni haber cortado el aire

Pierdes la esperanza, desechas tu futuro.

Agua que has de beber barro que has de comer

Las casas que ayer poblaban el monte

Pasaron a ser en sólo una noche

Escombros de vida despojos callados

latidos de muerte que gritan cegados

No sabes, no piensas sólo quieres

que se pase lluvia de dolor (esta canción está dedicada a todos los que murieron en el huracán mitch).

La Barca (Gondwana)

Chorus:

Tengo un mar de amor por ti
Que en el mar de amor q' es Dios
Es solo una barca pequeña
Es solo una barca pequeña

Este amooor, mi amor, mi amor por ti
Tengo un mar de amor por ti
Yo lo quiero compartir
Para no estar más en soledad oh no

Tengo claro lo que soy
Tengo claro donde voy
No soy unico testigo de mi vida, oh no
Eres mi unica herencia
Dicen que camino en abstracción
No se diferenciar lo que está bien, lo q' está mal (ohh)

Chorus (x2):

Tengo un mar de amor por ti
En el mar de amor q' es Dios
Es solo una barca pequeña, ohuhoh
Es solo una barca pequeña

Muchos hablan y no hacen nada
Y les condenan sus propias palabras
Y da lo bueno de ti sin pedir explicación
Solo importa los latidos de tu corazón
(Todo lo demás es vanidad)
(Todo lo demás es arrogancia)

Vive tu vida hermano
Vive tu vida en paz
Y tomas de la mano
Aquel siente que el mundo ha dejado atrás, oh si

Vive tu vida hermano
Vive tu vida en paz
Aqui en este mundo nadie sobra
Nadie está de más

Chorus (x2):

Tengo un mar de amor por ti
En el mar de amor q' es Dios
Es solo una barca pequeña, ohuhoh
Es solo una barca pequeña

Somethin' 4 Tha Mood (DJ Quik)

[DJ Quik]
This one goes out to my niggas
Cus we be havin to deal with these punk**bitches
Check this out

Hey bitch you remember me
It's mista DJ Quik from the Westside of the Tree
And you met me at 2000 where I'm brownin
That's where me and the PPC were just clownin
Doin what we had to do to get by
No money in my pocket but I was still fly
Curled to my neck but I got respect
And now I stack fat sacks and ride around in a Lex
And oh my bitch how you changed
I see you rubbin all on my dick and it's feelin kinda strange
Cus then you wouldn't even walk me around the block
But now your tryin to throw me that toe up cock
I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole
I gots to keep the P in it baby, muthaf**k you hoes
But open up wide if you given up head
Because, close mouths don't get fed
I'm talking to punk ass, trick ass, nuttin**bitches
What's the name of your perfume �Vicious�?
Hoes aint shit, aint gon' be, aint never will be
And I'ma make you feel bad that you f**ked me
So fast-forward tricks this is strictly for my dogs
Ballin like a muthaf**ka ragtop hogs
And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit
And when I'm feelin like being bothered with you bitches
I'm givin ya..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin (ya know)
What about my bitch on my lap?

[DJ Quik]
Ah..
Now it's 5:15 and I'm thinking about niggas Playa Hamm
Mr. Shabby Bleu and Big Jam
Hamm's at Gina's so I hit him on my mobile
87 Sprint him so you know I gots to flow
Yo what's up nigga

[Playa Hamm]
Yo same ol' playa
Got some tendas, meet me over at Gina's a little later
Hook it up mobbin through with D and a couple of half G's
So is you down for the skeaze?

[DJ Quik]
I'm on my way
Now the bitches at Gina's they all wanna see me
Put my telephone down for the LAPD
They passed me, I pass them, and they didn't even trip
Now I'm doin 55 over the Arlington Dip
In my Lex-o rollin got me feelin superior
With the funky white pearl and black leather interior
My niggas in my truck, we aint givin a f**k
We carried a very face pace to 42nd place

Snoop Dogg blew it and headed back to the strip
In the left hand turnin lane niggas steppin on trick
Bust a right on Normande, the bitches blow for me
But I don't pay �em no mind cus they come second to my homies
Hit the spot and bail but I don't step in the mud
Walk up in the living room where it's smellin like bud
In the kitchen where it aint no drinks but a gang a food
Ahh, let me pop the trunk cus I bought a little..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood (Yeah)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?

[DJ Quik]
Now I dips to the studio to listen to the hits
2nd II None workin on some brand new shit
And it's tighter that a muthaf**ka got that swang
While Big J try to take a nigga straight to Beighjing
But I pass on the bud, I mash on the brew
Genuine Draft for my muthaf**kin crew
Tashe's chillin, China just trippin
Chris engineering and Bacon and George sippin
So listenin to this track makes you understand
Why niggas still can't f**k with the one-man band
Got my dark lokes clean with the P on my crown
And my black leather trench to the muthaf**kin grown
And I'm faded, knowin I don't wanna drive drunk
In case I get jacked got my shit in the trunk
Now I might have been swerving but I made it to the tent
Just another day in the life of Quik
I'm givin ya..

[Chorus]
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(And you know I got)
Somethin 4 tha mood
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap?
(I'm givin ya.. )
Somethin 4 tha mood (Ya know baby)
Somethin to get you in the groove
So sip that cognac at get back
Cus that's just what I'm doin
What about my bitch on my lap? (And we up out)

This Is A Joke (Stinkin Rich/Buck 65)





I don't know what real is instead I'm a keep it linear
I'm broke in pieces though my body's getting skinnier. But um
I know some kids who want to hear them drums and plucking strings
The Famous Players from the days with all them ** things
I got static in more ways than seventeen
For DJ so & so and plus for the grafitti scene
The shitty kids who don't like being told the way to dress
I ain't even gonna say the names but you can probably guess
No free publicity for stupid mister you-know-what
The sheep in the meadow trying to dis 'cause of my hair cut
I don't look nothing like the fashion pages' angry faces
'Cause I do my shopping in the second hand clothing places
That's all I can afford, not that the money's gone
But I got more important things for me to spend the dollars on
Especially vinyl, to be taken home and later played
After I put groceries in the fridge and all the bills are paid
Yeah, I'm making records how I think that they're supposed to sound
A little deeper than what most people think is underground
I'm not the type to drop spaghetti sauce and yell a slogan
Flipping beats for people dancing in the clubs and voguin'
Nah, this is dedicated to the dirty rats and scum
Out there in gutter pipes, that know just where I'm coming from
There's a better place for us to go an chill
And be like doing our own type of thang-thang and still...

This is a joke
But many rappers wouldn't know
This is a joke
But most producers wouldn't know
This is a joke
A lot of DJs wouldn't know
This is a joke
I got your daughter sellin' watermelon


Still rated hardcore X and still not carin'
Down with the television set and Gil Scott Heron
We got more important issues to address and settle
Johnny Rockwell on the wheels that are made of metal
Getting sick and taking home all the contest money
The other challengers are wack and I think it's funny
I take time out of my day for long distance calls
Even though the phones are tapped and flies are on the walls
I got like stress levels out of control because of cold-hearted
Snakes and backstabbers are out here acting retarded
Yeah, I know I shouldn't let them get the best of me
'Cause when it comes to making it happen, I got the recipe
Soup or nothing, I'm dropping old fashion science
For the new recruits we got regular clients
I'm guarantee'd to always hit the hammer on the nail
I took a test to become an MC and didn't fail
In fact, now I got the qualifications for me to teach
And people come and pay to sit and listen to me give a speech
Now I'm on the corner, beatboxing and whatnot
All I want is to be able to be on a record label
** that! I don't even like the way them people look
They wanna brainwash me, I don't like the way them people look!
Back in the days with bass, the excitement lasted
I left the fellas open, all the girls were flabbergasted

This is a joke
And many people still don't know
This is a joke
The boys and girls will never know
This is a joke
The senior citizens will never know
This is a joke
I got your daughter sellin' watermelon

Splish Splash (Cappadonna)




I know a lot of brothers that think that they can flow
But when I come through it's like everybody's slow
One kid told me he used to be a pro
Until he bump heads with new Cappachino
You might of seen my face in the old school arena
Dipped like a fresh kid sipping on Pina
I'm a felony y'all cats a misdemeanor
Eyeballing all on my dick like Gina
Smiling you're not really ready for the Whylin'
Came up strong but you scared of Staten Island
All on my chest, oh the big fat medallion
What you don't really want this here rut
Rhyme ? 2 rhyme slut
Battle wit dancehall king, you get struck by the lightning
I tear mics up, y'all need to quit
The name of this rhyme is I splashed the shit
Some of y'all sing like never before
I sleep all day while y'all trying to score
Then I wake up like Alien 3
Coming at y'all niggas that stole the rhymes from me
Bitch, this is how the poor got rich
Lay on the track then insert the hit
Nine months later, the rap world is pregnant
Wu babies blow kid, beware the segment
Rumor has it, Donna darts create magic
Nobody in my team have it
You've seen my face on a $20 dollar bill
Then you hear my voice on an Iron Man reel
It's all tragic, rule not the bull shit-atrics
Your rap is swine, mines is like catfish
Birthday rap style, come on make a wish

Polluted Wisdom (La The Darkman)




Yo yo
Trapacane Word up
Here to speak about yo
Polluted Wisdom
Yeah 2nd Chamber to all the Boos
Polluted Wisdom 2nd Chamber yo

Verse 1:

I knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer
Holdin' 2 chrome ninas ** baby like Nadina
Wore corn braids I used to hit it back in the days
Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin her pay
But that's her heritage she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow
Clean her toes for today gave a ** about tomorrow
But she robbed 50 Gs flat from a sharp
Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah's Ark
She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it's better
Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta
Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally
Think she handling army cause her body out in Cali
Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation
Tryin to fly down south with the CREAM from the Jamaicans
It's a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months
When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt
Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day
She wanna be a queen but went about all the wrong way
She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross
Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars
Now I fill wid King at the bar guzzling gin
Thinking he the man cause he gotta 500 Benz
He like it raw when he touch skin Gina just a friend
Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in
From Shaolin..

Word up, think again
Know what I'm sayin?, word
To all the wisdom, living a fast life
Yeah, you rather see the light
Park 'n brake know what I'm sayin?
Word up, reality, word up
Yo

Verse 2:

Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot
Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her pock
She ain't startin it, joint off safety, three clips
Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips
So she mercked off they mercked to and drama again
Just bought a first-class ticket going to Michigan
She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside
Thinking if she shoot first then her life can't be denied
Started blazing shorty was no joke she blinked
Using rapid fire the dreads trying to hit her gas tank
Testing Uzi ooh op the next man block hot
Through the action four by-standers was shot
But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the Benz
Still scaring begging Allah for her sins
Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo
3 shells came through the window one went through her Polo
Now she swerving needing a doctor like Jay Ervin
2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning
Sipping Burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted
Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted
Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell
Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel
Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react
Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps
2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat
The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that
Dead was that, word up black

Yeah, yo, for all the women
Watch what you do and who you screw
Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend
Knaw what I mean, word up
Protect yourslef LA The Darkman
RZArector

Abrazado A La Tristeza (Estrechinato Y Tu)

He salido a la calle abrazado a la tristeza:
vi lo que no mira nadie y me dio vergüenza y pena.

Soledad que te pegas a mi alma
en la dulce soledad de este campo de otoño.
No hay momentos de sosiego.
Rebeldía pura de amores sin amores.
Ilusiones puras y puros conformismos
intentando levantar el espíritu nostálgico
de querer estar contigo y nunca estarlo.

Los llantos desconsolados que estrangulan las gargantas;
los ancianos encorvados: parece que la tierra les llama.

Volverás de vez en cuando a estas tierras agrietadas
y verás de nuevo a quien te ama borracho;
borracho de amores y libertades.
Y también de vinos por olvidarte. Borracho...

Me da pena que se admire el valor en la batalla;
menos mal que con los rifles no se matan las palabras.

Y si surgen saludos y palabras
tal vez notes la dureza de mi estilo
queriendo no herirte en nada,
y en mi soledad sólo herirme yo mismo.

La justicia está arrestada por orden de la avaricia;
el dinero que te salva es el mismo que te asesina.

Y verás sin duda el resurgir poderoso del guerrero
sin miedo a leyes ni a nostalgias
y lo verás caer una y mil veces y levantarse de nuevo,
con la pura bandera de su raza.

Soledad de amores triste y pura,
soledad de amores y locura.

No me des más esperanzas: sé que todo son mentiras;
sacos llenos de agujeros para guardar alegrías.

Y verás sin duda el resurgir poderoso del guerrero
sin miedo a leyes ni a nostalgias
y lo verás caer una y mil veces y levantarse de nuevo,
con la pura bandera de su raza.

Me da pena que se admire el valor en la batalla;
menos mal que con los rifles no se matan las palabras.

Soledad de amores triste y pura,
soledad de amores y locura.

Eugenio Salvador Dali (Mecano)

Dali se desdibuja
tirita
su burbuja
al desconfiar latidos
Dali se decolora
porque esta lavadora
no distingue tejidos
el se da cuenta
y asustado se lamenta
los genios no deben morir
son mas de ochenta
los que curvan tu osamenta
"Eungenio" Salvador Dali.

Bigote rocococo
de donde acaba el genio
a donde empieza el loco
mirada deslumbrada
de donde acaba el loco
a donde empieza el hada
en tu cabeza se comprime la belleza
como si fuese una olla expres
y es el vapor que va saliendo por la pesa
magica luz en Cadaques.

Si te reencarnas en cosa
hazlo en lapiz o en pincel
y Gala de piel sedosa
que lo haga en lienzo o en papel
si te reencarnas en carne
vuelve a reencarnarte en ti
que andamos justos de genios
"Eungenio" Salvador Dali.

Realista y surrealista
con luz de impresionista
y trazo impresionante
delirio colorista
colirio y oculista
de ojos delirantes
en tu paleta mezclas misticos ascetas
con ballonetas y con tetas
y en tu cerebro Gala Dios y las pesetas
buen catalan anacoreta.

Si tu reencarnas en cosa
hazlo en lapiz o en pincel
Y Gala de piel sedosa
que lo haga en lienzo o en papel
si te reencarnas en carne
vuelve a reencarnarte en ti
que andamos juntos de genios
queremos que estes aqui
"Eungenio" Salvador Dali.


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Fernando Torrico y Gina Gil LATIDOS Poderoso eres Señor ,en la cruz diste tu vida para darme salvacion..




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