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Escuchar Matame - manolo galvan


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Brasileiro (The Funk **ers)

BRASILEIRO
Letra: B. Black
Música: B. Black, Flávio, León e Gracindo
As frustrações perante a vida me corroem com a força e a dor de
uma lâmina profunda de agonia.
Insatisfação total provoca a guerra que me encerra, prisão aberta
do dia-a-dia.
Meu coração queima de ódio, minhas veias estouram pelo corpo
inteiro.
Vontade de destruir tudo à minha frente, tudo ao meu redor,
Purificação a qualquer preço
O afeto eu desconheço
Trespassado e humilhado por mim mesmo
Não pertenço mais a este mundo!

E como pode haver igualdade,
Se além de saúde e ensino,
Lhes tiram também a integridade?
Nesta cidade, império da maldade, onde reina a mais pura falsidade...
Matam crianças
banho de sangue
no baile funk
malditas guerras de gangues
Enquanto se matam apenas pra se divertir
não param pra pensar, nem sequer um minuto, em se unir
Facilitando o trabalho de quem quer nos trucidar
Voltando a arma contra sua própria cabeça,
prontos pra atirar!

O sistema é todo errado
a justiça é corrupta
As leis foram feitas por um burguês filha-da-puta,
Então, não conte com isso na sua luta para viver,
Se você não for safo, corre o risco de se fuder!

Brasileiro nato!
Bicho do mato, acuado em seu próprio terreno

Brasileiro nato!
Se eu não morro, eu mato e continuo morrendo

E você do poder, se liga na parada
Você que desdenha, pisa em cima
Caga na cabeça da rapaziada,
Fique esperto e ouça bem o que eu vou lhe dizer:
Um dia toda esta revolta, tenho certeza, vai crescer....
Sentimento intrínseco, do cidadão violentado
Tomado pelo ódio, encontrará o culpado...
Por isso, eu digo, isto é apenas um lembrete pra você não se esquecer:
Neste dia todo este ódio pode, e irá, se virar contra você!

Sixteen Tons Of Hardware (Bodies Without Organs)

Sixteen tons of hardware
Sixteen tons of hardware

Every night has got a crowd to cheer
A show to get things right
Every band has got a stage to fear
A kick when the crowd is in sight

Turn on feedback looper super trouper
Flashes clashing a screen
Tune in consecrating masquerading
Ghosts in our sonic machine

We load sixteen tons of hardware
Blazing steel and galvanized
We crash fifteen supersonic tanks
Through the gates of paradise

We load sixteen tons of hardware
Blazing steel and galvanized
We crash fifteen supersonic tanks
Through the gates of paradise

Digging deep inside a wall of sound
The cheering of the crowd
Take me high I’m feeling heavenbound
The sound when I shout it out loud

Turn on feedback looper super trouper
Flashes clashing a screen
Tune in consecrating masquerading
Ghosts in our sonic machine

We load sixteen tons of hardware
Blazing steel and galvanized
We crash fifteen supersonic tanks
Through the gates of paradise

We load sixteen tons of hardware
Blazing steel and galvanized
We crash fifteen supersonic tanks
Through the gates of paradise

Bonnie & Clyde (Jay Z Featuring Beyonce)

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get ‘em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Look for me! Young, B
Cruisin down the westside - high, way
Doing what we like to do - our, way
Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason
all of my dates been blind dates
But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me
I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart
She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney
Only time we don't speak is during “** and the City”
She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over
She's right back to being my soldier
Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?
What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder
When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused
So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be
The ‘03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ‘til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride ‘til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin
with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin
Now they ‘bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin
It won't be that; oh no it won't be that
I don't be at, places where we comfy at
With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that
And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is
But girlfriend, work with the kid
I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag (?)
Manolo (?), Timbs, aviator lens
600 drops, Mercedes Benz
The only time you wear Burberry to swim
And I don't have to worry, only worry is him
She do anything necessary for him
And I do anything necessary for her
so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(Talk to ‘em B)
If I was your girlfried
I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you
Even if it's somebody (?)
Yeah-hee (break it down for ‘em)
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
And so I put this on my life
Nobody or nothing will ever come between us
And I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend
Put this on my life
The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in
I promise I'll give my life
and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]

Against All Odds (Swollen Members)

Against all odds I worship galvanized gods
Saturn sends serpents hatch from underworld cause
Disguised as associates but I can recognise fraud
Head and nose(?) Brewing brutal hesitant to applaud
I been known to fall flat in my face covered in mud
As the sun turns to darkness the moon turns to blood
Love turns to hate (hate) revenge turns to guilt
I thrive on complements as my confidence is built
Feel the need to abort as assassins extort
My mind frame contort tryin to hold down the fort
Fort knocks despise clocks heart bleeds I plant seeds
Guaranteed my first son, a descendent of a legend
I'm edging towards falling off the face of this earth (why)
Chemical in valets of anger at planted at birth
Hereditary faults more mans complex assaults
And battery and flattery feeds the flame catapults

The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
There's no chance for this champ

Cold-blooded carnivore
Crush skulls like rancour
Thanks tarnish red
Northwest extraterrestrial
Endangered species
Stole the rams head from skellitore
Predator in a powerful assault stand and manse
A pain from conformity drink from the jugular
Emasculate brain cells bomb loads of regular
Equipped with the hatchet attachment I slay
Break bones and like snap necks like Chun Li with a krumatie
Full contact tracks cracks and amplified cramps
Furious fists flown by the welterweight champ
Vampire and hell fire ** around and get burned
I'm a deputised regulator courts adjourned
Surrealism laced with enthusiasm
My molecular structure separates your cytoplasm
Muscle spasms increase into uncontrollable knots
Bandits ambushes you and rides my train of thought
Discipline disciples militant massacre
Molesting mediocrity
That's what were down for
Brainstorm then transformed into an abnormal down fall
Psychopathic psychlone an F-5 twister
Call me mr heat minor I charge the energiser
Run by solar power deviants I devour

The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
Definitely against me (against all odds)
No **in chance (against all odds)

Mad miraculous
Dominate potency
It's wonderful smashing impotent mutants
Shootin junk into your veins painful poisonous venom
In every drug body shrugs and laughs when I get in em
Special effects flashbacks are beneficial
Crystal mad deep breath is artificial
Fate intension it releases your species decreases
I lost my marbles, my brains a puzzle with missin pieces
The light is flickerin up stares die alone no one cares
A couple sandwiches short of a picnic
I'm just kickin it (just kickin it)
Sickening kinetically chaotic feel the poetic mastermind blastin by
Barbarian's barricades artillery ambushed
Awkward ammunition trembling trolls
Take the terrorist transition as I'm holding
Golden fish wish as they once surrounded by piranhas on a mission
Enter the vicious circle a mind-bending action
A magnificent tournament passing out obvious obstacles
That hangs like ornaments
Then brainwashing and reconstructing thoughts like psychology
Articulate aggression, technical terminology
Suffer the consequences of excruciating pain
Absorb ten thousand volts of madness to your brain
Combat the crusader annihilate violators
I'm a strategic and dangerous catapulting culprit

The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
His chances are slim (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
Hey what's the ** wrong with him?

Sou Mais Você (Racionais Mc's)

Vamo acorda, vamo acorda, pq o sol ñ espera demorô, vamo acorda,
o tempo
não cansa ontem a noite vc pediu, vc pediu.... uma oportunidade,
mais uma
chance, como Deus é bom né não nego?? Olha aí, mais um dia todo
seu, que céu
azul loko hein? Vamo acorda, vamo acorda, agora vem com a sua
cara, sou mais
você nessa guerra, a preguiça é inimiga da vitória, o fraco ñ
tem espaço e o
covarde morre sem tentar. Não vou te enganar, o bagulho ta doido
e eu ñ
confio em ninguém, nem em vc, os inimigos vêm de graça, é a
selva de pedra,
eles matam os humildes demais, vc é do tamanho do seu sonho, faz
o certo,
faz a sua, vamo acorda, vamo acorda, cabeça erguida, olhar
sincero, ta com
medo de quê? Nunca foi fácil, junta os seus pedaços e desce pra
arena, mas
lembre-se: aconteça o que acontecer nada como um dia após outro
dia."

La La La (Excuse Me Again) (Jay-Z featuring Memphis Bleek and Beanie Segal)

[Jay-Z]
Whooo! Whooo!

[Chorus]
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Neptunes track smoke like La, La, La
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye (C'mon)
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 1]
I know my English ain't as modest as you like
But come, get some you little bums
I take the cake from under the bakers thumb
I bake the cake and two it up from one
Then I moved to weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I show you how to do this son
Young don't mess with chicks in Burberry Paddings
Fake Menolo's boots straight from Steve Madden
He tatted his-self, as the rap J.F.K.
You wanna pass for my Jaqueline, Onassis, then
Hop ya**out that S-Class
Lay back in the Maybach, roll the best grass, I ask
Have you in your long-legged life
Ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice
Look but don't touch, mutha**a think twice
Cuz this gat that I clutch gotta little red light
Need a light?

(To smoke that La, La, La)
[Chorus 2]
Beanie Sigel always smoking that La, La, La
Memph Bleek always smoking that La, La, La
It's the ROC mami sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 2]
We got brothers full of Army, Mami's in Manolo
Bags by Chanel or Louis Vuitton logo's
All attracted to Hov because they know dough
When they see him, whips be European
If your a 10 chances your with him
If your a 5 you know you ridin' with them
Sick with the pen nigga no physician, in the world could fix him
No prescription, you can prescribe to subside his affliction
He's not a sane man, he's more like the Rainman twitchin'
You can't Reign Dance on this picnic
No Haitian voodoo, no headless chicken
Can dead or sickness, no Quiji board
You can't see me dawg, niggaz ya CB-4
This ain't Chris Rock bitch, it's the ROC bitch
And I'm the Franchise like the Houston Rockets
Yao Ming

[Chorus 3]
Still smokin' that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC baby sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Verse 3]
Forget English, talk body language
I be all over mami's like body painters
Pink Diamond necklace, strawberry wrist
Please excuse yourself, your very sick
Don't confuse me with Marbury out this bitch
Run up on me at the light, you could lose your life
Mutha**a's must be smokin' they La, La, La or crack
.45 gun smoke, choke off that
Let's get back to the music, I ain't with all that
Plus the fedz tappin' my music, yall get all that?
I'm THEE! public industry #1
Public industry #2 is my whole crew (R.O.C.!)
Now I ain't down with who like me or who like you
That's**, I ain't into liking dudes no way
But get a pen, I can tell you pricks my plans for the future
I never make the news again, my man'll shoot ya

[Chorus 3]
As we, smoke that La, La, La
Memph Bleek still smokin' that La, La, La
Beanie Sigel Desert Eagle the .45
It's the ROC bitch sing our Lulla-Bye
C'mon
Excuse me miss, I'm the shit
You should come, hang with me, basically
Hold up, skip all the singing let's get right tonight
Mami

[Pharrell Williams{of the Neptunes}]
Well watch me now
Uh!
Ho!, Ho!
C'mon
Do you want me to do it
Well watch me now

Magnetic (Foxy Brown)

[Pharell]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Repeat 10X]
Yeah (c'mon!)

[Verse One: Foxy]
Not too many chicks can rap to this
Spit sick the flow be so accurate
Ill Na Na and Def Jam is backin' it
Feel my words, I'm oh so passionate
They like to hear me talk greasy
Bitches stay shook in my presence, they walk easy
Acting all thirsty, hope they not irk me
Tits are still perky, skin is still hershy
Yes, I'm well known to flip fast
Yes, I still shop on Fifth Ave
We toured out, that's what we all bout
Kevin Lyor-ed out, Christian Dior-ed out
My shades are all Chanel-ed out and
The beat is straight Pharell-ed up and
My words are what explains my mind
I'm here, I'm back again, the game is mine

[Chorus: Pharell]
Yeah (c'mon!) - {*Repeat 16X*}

[Verse Two: Foxy]
FB, there ain't no equivalent
The flow is oh so belligerent
The hood love the style that I'm delivering
Fox is hip hop, they just can't rid of this
And all the pain and shit I went through
And all the foul niggas I been through
The world is mine, I'm back to grind
You know you the best when rap dudes go at you
But see my rep is so amazing
The streets, the hood are still craving
I still be rockin' in my Gucci
but switched it up to Emilio Pucci
I love it when hoes try to roll up
Cuz once they see Fox they fold up
And quickly switch they whole flow up
BK, I throw it up, feet stay, Manolo-ed up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Foxy]
Huhh, the Bentley, H2, the Rover
I'm back, this rap game is over
From Nas, the Firm and Young Hova
Fox a young soldier, will cock a toaster
Young Fox, the new version of Roxanne
The streets talking like what's her next plan
Is she signed to Puff now or Def Jam
That go to show y'all niggas, I'm the best man

[Chorus] - repeat until fade

Seems So Heavy (Sloan)

There's an aircraft somewhere down by the river
The thing ran underground, and it was completely soundless
Until we cut it down to size, and then we galvanized it
I stare into the sky
And it keeps me flying high


Head to head, we're staring, equal, sharing empty eyes
You've given everything to me
So, if you really have to take off
I guess there's nothing I can say


Except I can't believe your plane is flying
It seems so heavy
I can't believe your plane is flying
It seems so heavy


Take a look around
You maybe think that you've found us
But nothing lies like no parade for the highest grade
It's time to call a spade, a spade
And it takes a while to realize
That everything around you is too beautiful


She keeps me out of telling lies
And understands that giving personality
Is what she's done for me
Oh yeah

I can't believe that your plane is flying
It seems so heavy
Watching from below, I'm reminded
My girl is ready
I can't believe that your plane is flying
It seems so heavy
Watching from below, I'm reminded
My girl is ready

Power Mad (Primus)

Military show is Blastin' off to Kosovo.
Military show with lightning speed.
Sensitivity? Oh, just a rusty nail in the corporate show.
How many stabs before we bleed?

Those Pinocchios chattering out in stereo,
boy Pinnocchio and his golden deed.
Masculinity? Oh, galvanized in the world wide show
as we fertilise the seed.

Power mad, I didn't chop the tree down dad
I only try to do what's right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you choose to fight.

Power mad, driving out of the shadows,
he never tires when he plays.
Power mad, he's a streak in the night time
speculating how he'll take on the world some day.

Originality? Oh, just a rusty nail in a Broadway show
how many stabs before we succeed.

Power mad, I didn't drop my pants down dad,
I know my left hand from my right.
Power man, the best friend that you ever had
unless of course you lose the fight.

Shallow Nation (Icon Of Coil)

Galvanized steel, sheet in oil
Believe in a punch line in orders to improve
Live in a nation, a shallow formation
Technical adjustments in orders to improve

365 days left to live
Modify design in orders to improve

Welcome to this shallow nation
Join us for a narrow mind
As our eyes turns back and our mind turns black
Losing all self-control

I swear if I could only reach you
By my blood, I swear no good
I swear if I could only reach you
I'll show you compassion, compassion of a sacrifice

Welcome to this shallow nation
Join us for a narrow mind
As our eyes turns back and our mind turns black
Losing all self control

Welcome to this shallow nation
Join us for a narrow mind
As our eyes turns back and our mind turns black
Losing all self control

Welcome to this shallow nation
Join us for a narrow mind
As our eyes turns back and our mind turns black
Losing all self control


-By Ferret


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