featuring Killa Sin Method Man Raekwon the Chef X 1
wu tang wu tang onyx onyx (x3)
[Raekwon]
eh yo
staircases to stage now major waves tanktop
nautica flippin your daughter 30 ways
yeah who want mine bent outta shape one time
play em all starin at your beautiful sunshine
watch my shit shit niggaz in the back wigs lit
you know the stats god niggaz in the back backs lit
war drug raps, thug hats and mobb hats
spit on that cat, this yellow love, nigga **in with a rich cat
my shit now 5 feet 6, with a crisp hat
plus this throwin now on 30 bricks, niggaz is with that
yo, fedrados rock my man, yo
300 thousand dollars in a bottle, bitch mad as hollow
my techinique, roller in the road, gold league
you know the code read, suitcase money, stole heat
rock madby's stole 100 dollar bags, though
that nigga grabbed me, gamin himself like milton bradley
[Fredro Starr, (X-1)]
yo, this semi-automatic, glock this and lock this
heat spots can knock it, it's so hot chicks is topless
rims are spotless, chrome rims spin obnoxtious
you knock this, bust a shot
don't miss, you better knock this
(x-1 while out and watch this
til your eyes turn red with blotches
eatin scraps out the garbage
unload a cartridge and bust a cap
x could never trust a cat, onyx is as hot as it gets
bitches **in for free, is outta the quest
blow blood outta your flesh, your body outta your vest)
i cross the heat from across the street
fly you up off your feet, you die leaving short but sweet
street crime, time is money, nigga don't waist mine
dispose my 9, throwin your shine, your froze in time
lookin to death, holdin your breath, laided out
on the dance floor, blood and moet, i'm blowin your set
trick 20 g's, don't sweat, your goin to death
i'm goin for broke, i'm blowin out smoke, your catchin strokes
(wu-tang and bald head, swis foreheads, leavin you all red
x million, fully be on illest, your realest form, bringin the storm
for seein you gone, nothin keepin my calm, but heat in my palm
sleepin i'm gone, you see what i'm on
keepin outta the dark, scatter your parts
from here to battery parts)
Chorus: [ODB {sampled from "protect ya neck"}]
first things first man, your **in with the worst (x3)
You can't slam, so let me get fooled on a man
[Suave]
still master graph, after cash graphed, get staffed
splash your class, mash your staff
what, nigga get smacked, you ain't worth a punch
hurt your bunch, get mercked your front
in the wrong certain punk, mack clever niggaz
def wrecker, catch on a delo with mecca and etcha-sketcha
shakin, erase, vacatin your space, breakin your face
twist you, and won't miss you, official master killer bee
full blast, get off, smash, pull fast
for your stash, long as the war last, put up in your**
tryin to count more math, bringin the hardcore rap
[Killa Sin]
we be the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
cuisine feens, #1 love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
killa sin known for makin niggaz reach for the stars
this terrorist, lyricist in the mist of the abyss
canibus, evangelist, i impulse with metal fists
wu build like construction and bang like precusion
on the planet battery, backs combustin, malfunction, what
Chorus x2
[Method Man, (Sticky Fingaz)]
(holy shit, who the ** is that)
it's john, john (sticky fingaz, kid, you got my back)
i got your back cousin (i got the mac cousin)
and when them niggaz start jumpin, bust back cousin
(because it's the new year, time for some new shit
nowadays rappers dyin over music)
dead on arrival, we raised in the ghetto singin songs
for survival, duckin homicidal, you rival
(yeah, onyx, wu-tang on tracks we gang bang, chiti bang bang)
chiti chiti bang bang, hot nicks spit flame
lava pump through my vains, caught in the zone
home on the range
(eh, yo you ready for the ferocious, atrocious
we go that supercalfragilisticexbealli...) dose shit
(8-ball in the corner pocket)
we snatch wallets off the white college
the big apple forever rotten
now when it comes to hard target hot nicks
(so what the bullet clot)
pop shit, we due to knowledge, to sharp niggas, once bitten
major swingers, heavy hittin, poly your kitten, throw up your mitten
stop bitchin, no slippin, no pot to piss in
them meltin pots boilin hot now in mel's kitchen
(yo, sticky fingaz, one of the illest mother **ers
my moms don't raise no suckers, i slap rappers
turn em in to singers, touch something of mine and you'll have 9 fingers)
enough said, let's make whole **in town read
(and rip their whole crew to a shread
i got cold blood) hold your club (i hold blood) show no love
(so bug) shoot your whole club (and shoot up the whole club)
we throw slugs (you ain't no thug
i earn every god damn penny that i got
son, i roll with a shotgun in the convertible
i wish a nigga with wood, would try to **in
jack me, i'll murder you)
Chorus
wu-tang, wu-tang, onyx, onyx (x2)
Lucky Day, Overture (Tom Waits)
Ladies and gentlemen
Harry's Harbour Bizarre is proud to present
Under the Big Top tonight
Human Oddities
That's right
You'll see the Three Headed Baby
You'll see Hitler's brain
See Lea Graff the German midget who sat in J.F. Morgan's lap
You'll see Priscilla Bajano
The monkey woman
Jo Jo the dog face boy
I'm Milton Malone, the human skeleton
See Grace McDaniel's
The mule faced woman
And she's the homeliest woman in the world
Under the Big Top tonight
Never before seen
And if you have a heart condition, please be warned
Don't forget to visit our snack bar at Charleston Grotto
Al lsales are final
Void where prohibited by law
You'll see Sealo the seal boy who has flippers for arms
You'll see Johnny Eck, the man born without a body
He walks on his hands
He has his own orchestra and is an excellent pianist
See Gerd Bessler, the human pincusion
And don't forget, it's ladies' night at Harvy's Harbour Bizarre
You'll see Ko Ko the bird girl
Mortando, the human fountain
Step a little
A little closer ladies and gentlemen and don't be shy
Dig deep in your pockets
You'll see Radion, the human torso
Deep from the jungles of Africa
Ladies and gentlemen, Harry's Harbour Bizarre
Ladies and gentlemen
Mania De Você (Rita Lee e Milton Nascimento)
Meu bem você me dá, água na boca
Vestindo fantasias, tirando a roupa
Molhada de suor
De tanto a gente se beijar
De tanto imaginar, loucuras
A gente faz amor por telepatia
No chão, no mar, na melodia
Mania de você
De tanto a gente se beijar
De tanto imaginar, loucuras
Nada melhor do que não fazer nada
Só pra deitar e rolar com você
Nada melhor do que não fazer nada
Só pra deitar e rolar com você
Keep Hustlin' (WC)
featuring E-40, Too $hort
[WC] Ooh-OOOOOHHHHHH!
[E-40] BEYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTCH! Huh-ha, hah!
[WC] Dub Cya, nya!
[E-40] Uhhhh, hah!
[WC] Fonzarelli, what's crackin loc?
[E-40] Whassupish weebelations?
[WC] $hort Dawg, we all hogs
[TS] Ain't nuttin nigga, it's that pimp shit bwoy
[E-40] We doin our thingamajig up in this BEYOTCH!
Verse One: WC
Thinkin of a master plan
Cause ain't naytin but crumbs inside my hand
So I, hit the stick, leaves my residence
Thinkin, "How can I get paid for spinnin this gangsta shit?"
A three-strike victim, with a million dollar dream
of swervin 740 Beem's and count G's from money machines
My click trump tight, nigga we roll like dice
For the ten china whites seekin hustler paradise
Where you from, what's your name, mother**er what you sayin?
Dub C still claimin that Maad Circle gang and
smokin dank and drankin, jaw breakin runnin the pavement
Top rankin CD slanger, ghetto Hall of Famer
International resider worldwider packin heat
Mashin for the cheddar with No Limit's like Master P
Found my glitch in this rap game, now I'm steady bustin
Dub C, hoo-ridin for the chip but still hustlin
Chorus: *unknown singers*
Keep hustlin -- cause I'm all about mine, yeah yeah
Keep on hustlin... droppin keys funk stackin weed shiftin
Keep hustlin -- true players play it all night long
Keep on hustlin... on and on
Verse Two: E-40
Check it out; Dub C ?the below? system
got ya ninjas dang near ready to put hands on ?PGA any man?
Bout to bomb on this bitch-ass for turnin off my lights and gas, low on cash
Bad enough I gotta go next door to take a bath, ain't got no water
Plus I heard that the police department homicide division
wanna holla at me about a manslaughter
Triflin**baby mama, she's a botch bitch think I'm rich
Don't know the outcome, talkin bout "He got bread, he on Dub album"
I play ya like dick and bend a dick's dream how can I focus (hocus pocus)
When I'm famous as "** Christmas Eve, eviction notice"
These rap videos gotta soon to be up and coming rappers thinkin cute
knowin that we unrecouped
E-Fonzarelli, P.K.A. Charlie Hustle
Knockin though, knock a hoe without a penny in my pocket
I don't come from much, so in order to do what I gotta do to survive
Tapes and CD's be my nine to five
Check it out, mathematics, paper rappamatics established
Long money, way before I signed for cabbage
Chorus
[E-40] Get your marbles main, get your paper ... glorify your paper route
Verse Three: Too $hort
Yeah
I'm comin from a fashion show, with a flashy hoe
Smokin indo from the Valle-jo
Like them 3rd Ward niggaz from the Calliope
If you tryin to get high, what you passin foe?
Top notch on my right smellin smoke
But she don't know about the hustlin that I did when I was broke
My best customers, real macks and G's
Dopefiend beats on the backstreets
Me and Freddie B sellin game
Custom made tapes with your name, you can't complain
I always been about the business, I ain't changed
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin the same
Ghetto star, feelin the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret, to what I'm doin
I got the game from Oakland so I came to this conclusion
Chorus
$hort Dawg, you know we players main
Get your money nigga
[E-40] E-40 get yo' paper main, get yo' change
[TS] You know $hort Dawg always get his scratch
[E-40] Dub C!
[TS] Nya! Nya!
[WC] You know I'm takin mine nya!
[E-40] Fssssssh, ahh, uhhhh, erytime up in they tall can face
Glorifyin our paper route, nonstop -- you know?
BEYOTCH!
Maledetto Treno (The Edsels)
nel palazzo mio che aria di malinconia
lei ha cambiato casa
non e' piu' vicino a me
maledetto treno
tu che l'hai portata via
e nun 'e pensato
ch'era tutt' 'a vita mia
e chiu' cresceve - dint 'o core
e tutt 'e dduie
chistu grande ammore
l'he purtato chi sa addo'?
maledetto treno
tu nemico del mio bene
si nun e' accussi'
vall 'a piglia - falla veni'
nun puo' capi' pe me
comm e' importante
quei suoi capricci
mi mancano tanto
le sue persiane nel buio abbassate
fanno morire a chi e' innamorato
e tutt 'e sere a stessa canzone
lei mi cantava 'a copp 'o balcone
la sua chitarra stasera non sento
e nel mio cuore un ti amo si e' spento
ti amo . . . . . . na na na
mio nemico treno
tu che l'hai portata via
tu 'a cunusce a strada
ca nu juorno 'e stata 'a mia
purteme cu te
pe sotto a chesti gallerie
salvalo st'ammore
nun straccia' chesta poesia
nun puo' capi' pe me comm e' importante
quei suoi capricci mi mancano tanto
le sue persiane nel buio abbassate
fanno morire a chi e' innamorato
e tutt 'e sere a stessa canzone
lei mi cantava 'a copp 'o balcone
la sua chitarra stasera non sento
e nel mio cuore un ti amo si e' spento
ti amo . . . . . . na na na
Veneno (La Renga)
En un rincón de las sierras donde arden las estrellas,
dejé mi herida abierta en un valle de penas.
Casi sin darte cuenta se te puede enfermar el corazón,
cuando uno menos lo espera,
el veneno ya está en tus venas.
En un río de deshielo, al sol de una mañana
trajeron en un cuerpo a un ángel de montaña,
un par de ojos negros te pueden robar la ilusión
y no hay cura ni remedio que te haga ver mejor.
La luna y mi suerte, rompieron el encanto
perdí mi sueño en la noche que el ángel se hizo diablo.
Un par de ojos negros te pueden robar la ilusión
y no hay cura ni remedio que te haga ver mejor.
En un rincón de las sierras donde arden las estrellas,
dejé mi herida abierta en un valle de penas.
Casi sin darte cuenta se te puede enfermar el corazón,
cuando uno menos lo espera,
el veneno ya está en tus venas.
-by Bartolo
En El Claro De La Luna (Silvio RodrÃguez)
En el claro de la luna
donde quiero ir a jugar,
duerme la Reina Fortuna
que tendrá que madrugar.
Mi guardiana de la suerte,
sueña cercada de flor
que me salvas de la muerte
con fortuna en el amor.
Sueña, talismán querido,
sueña mi abeja y su edad;
sueña y si, lo he merecido,
sueña mi felicidad.
Sueña caballos cerreros,
suéñame el viento del sur,
sueña un tiempo de aguaceros
en el valle de la luz.
Sueña lo que hago y no digo,
sueña en plena libertad,
sueña que hay días en que vivo,
sueña lo que hay que callar.
Entre las luces más bellas
duerme intranquilo mi amor
porque en su sueño de estrellas
mi paso en tierra es dolor.
Mas si yo pudiera hacerle
miel de abeja en vez de sal
a qué tentarle la suerte
que valiera su soñar.
Suéñeme, pues, cataclismo,
sueñe golpe largo y sed,
sueñe todos los abismos,
que de otra vida no sé.
Sueñe lo que hago y no digo,
sueñe en plena libertad,
sueñe que hay días en que vivo,
sueñe lo que hay que callar.
Sueñe la talla del día,
del día del que fui y del que soy
que el de mañana, alma mía,
lo tengo soñado hoy.
El Cantor de Fonseca (Carlos Vives)
Alguien me dijo de donde es usted (bis)
que canta tan bonito esta parranda
si es tan amable toquela otra vez
quiero escuchar de nuevo su guitarra
oigame compa usted no es del Valle
del Magdalena, ni de Bollvar
pues se me antoja que sus cantares
son de una tierra desconocida
y yo le dije si a usted le inspira
saber la tierra de donde soy
con mucho gusto y a mucho honor
yo soy del centro de la Guajira
Nací en Dibuya frente al Mar Caribe (bis)
de donde muy pequeño me llevaron
allá en Barranca me bautizaron
y en toda la Guajira me hice libre
yo vi tocar a Santander Martínez
a Bolañito, a Francisco el Hombre
a Lole Brito, al señor Luis Pitre
las acordeones de más renombre
soy de una tierra grata y honesta
la que su historia lleva mi nombre
yo soy aquel Cantor de Fonseca
la Patria hermosa de Cherna Gómez
Viví en un pueblo chiquito y bonito (bis)
llamado Lagunita de la Sierra
del que conservo recuerdos queridos
emporios de acordeonistas y poetas
allí toqué con Julio Francisco
con Monche Brito y con Chiche Guerra
y conocí bien a Bienvenido
el que compuso a Berta Caldera
ya me despido soy Carlos Huerta
doy mi apellido y nombre de pila
yo soy aquel Cantor de Fonseca
y soy nativo de la Guajira
Volver al Valle (Carlos Vives)
He Regresado Al Valle
Yo Les Cuento A Mis Amigos,
Soñando Esos Amores
Que En El Tiempo Florecieron
Y Aunque Me Encuentro Lejos
De Su Gente No Me Olvido,
Conservo Aún El Cariño
Y El Amor Que Allí Me Dieron.
Camino Por Las Noches,
Me Despiertan Los Anhelos,
Las Aguas Tan Bonitas
Que Tiene El Guatapurí
Y Paso Por La Casa
Donde Yo Una Vez Viví,
Llegando Hasta La Plaza
Me Desbordan Los Recuerdos.
Una Mujer Que Mece Una Cuna.
Un Hombre Que Le Canta A Su Pueblo.
Un Valle Que Ilumina La Luna
Y Una Montaña Que Besa El Cielo.
He Regresado Al Valle
Al Homenaje De Emiliano
Con Todo Ese Cariño
Que Su Pueblo Le Brindó
Y Me Encontré Esa Noche
Junto A Lorenzo Morales
Que Me Enseñó Canciones
Pa¸que Las Cantara Yo.
De Gustavo Gutierrez
Escuché Que Andaba Triste
Que La Paz De Mi Pueblo
Hoy Es Un Grito De Su Voz
Y Me Cantó Leandro
Versos Para Luis Aurelio
Porque Él Lo Quiere Mucho
Así Como Lo Quiero Yo.
Las Fiestas De Hernandito Molina
Oyendo Las Canciones De Alejo,
Sentado Muy Tranquilo En La Esquina
De La Casa De Paulina Y Pedro.
Qué Lindo Es Volver Al Valle.
Ver Sus Campos Florecidos.
De Amores Inolvidables
Y De Entrañables Amigos.
El Tiempo Esta A Favor De Los Pequeños (Silvio RodrÃguez)
El tiempo está a favor de los pequeños
de los **s, de los olvidados
el tiempo está a favor de buenos sueños
y se pronuncia a golpe saturado
El Salvador y el tiempo
la suma del coraje
se han convertido en sol violento
y han emprendido claro viaje
La noche se enriquece de secretos
la oscuridad del mundo es compañera
preparadora del duro esqueleto
que deberá nacer del alba nueva
las sombras de las calles
son cómplices del día
Y por la loma y por el valle
viene quemando la alegría
Y Roque y los demás están atentos
con la absorta pupila de lo eterno
dando voces de amor a cuatro vientos
y apurando las ruinas del infierno
El Salvador desborda
las cúspides del mundo
y colosal se eleva y borda,
con mis estrellas Farabundo.
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