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Soldado (Juan Luis Guerra)

Soldado
(Juan Luis Guerra)
Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
Aleluya, soldado de guerra


Uey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
soldado de Cristo
muy bien armado
y protegido
traigo mi espada
de doble filo
pues su palabra
llevo conmigo
y soy un soldado


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
Aleluya, soldado de guerra


Hey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
lucho en ciudades
contra tinieblas
y potestades
soy un soldado
de testimonio
odio serpientes
y ato demonios
en el nombre de Cristo, soy


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
oh, oh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
¡cómo!...


Hey, soy un soldado
(Amén)
hombre de milicia
con la coraza
de su justicia
soy un soldado
soy un ungido
rompo ataduras
del enemigo
en el nombre de Cristo, soy


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
eh, eh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
¡cómo!...


[Improv.]



Soy soldado
soy un soldado
soy soldado
tú eres soldado
soy soldado del padre y del hijo
ya lo ves
soy soldado
muy bien armado
soy soldado
y protegido
soy soldado de su santo espíritu

Otra vez...
Soy soldado
traigo mi espada
soy soldado
de doble filo
soy soldado del padre y del hijo
pero te digo que yo
soy soldado
su palabra
soy soldado
traigo conmigo
soy soldado de su santo espíritu


(Lucas 10:19 ... Juan 3:16 ... Efesios 6:12)


Coge bien tu espada
(Amén)
la victoria es nuestra
da un grito de guerra
un grito de guerra [bis]


Soy un soldado, oh...


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
muy bien armado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y protegido
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
oh, oh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra
ya lo ves


Soy soldado del padre y del hijo
soy un soldado
soy soldado de su santo espíritu
y tú eres soldado
soy soldado de voz y trompeta
eh, eh
Aleluya, soldado de guerra

I Had No Right (Dar Williams)

God of the poor man this is how the day began
Eight codefendants, I, Daniel Berrigan
Oh and only a layman's batch of napalm
We pulled the draft files out
We burned them in the parking lot
Better the files than the bodies of children

I had no right but for the love of you
I had no right but for the love of you

Many roads led here, walked with the suffering
Tom in Guatamala, Phillip in New Orleans
Oh it's a long road from law to justice
I went to Vietnam, I went for peace
They dropped their bombs
Right where my government knew I would be

I had no right but for the love of you
I had no right but for the love of you

And all my country saw
Were priests who broke the law

First it was question, then it was a mission
How to be American, how to be a Christian
Oh if their law is their cross and the cross is burning

The love of you
The love of you

God of the just I'll never win a peace prize
Falling like Jesus
Now let the jury rise
Oh it's all of us versus all that paper
They took the only way they know who is on trial today
Deliver us unto each other, I pray

I had no right but for the love of you
And every trial I stood, I stood for you

Eyes on the trial
8 a.m. arrival
Hands on the Bible

LOUISIANA RAIN (Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers)

Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those China toys
And I know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

South Carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on Lonely Street
And I still can't quite remember who helped me to my feet
Thank God for a love that followed the angel's remedy

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Well I never will get over this English refugee
Singing to the jukebox in some all-night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak

Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby I'm noticing the change as I move down the street
Louisian rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when I reach Baton Rouge

Portrait Of The Artist As A Hood (3rd Bass)




Today I'm prepared to bring specific charges
against certain members working in an industry
that reaches into every household in the country

[Pete Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
Daddy-O slipped me some cause my breath stank
White gold, but no accounts in Swiss banks
Think tanks once rolled on the city streets
I used to meet your moms between the sheets
Universe is versus hoods prospectus
True flam, flammin words on wax discus
So they dismiss this as vulgarity
And once laughed and pointed at the university
Some perk without skills and push a pen
I send surreal scenes where you never been
Looked out, gave you three strikes, you struck out
Pop shit with the 3rd, knock your fronts out
Blew your blunts out you wings stuck up your**
Gassed you up then slap you with my staff
I seen your skins like to go to the motels
but your**won't know to the hotels
Cause a lip is zipped, I paint pictures
A portrait, a self far from ??
My discussion of impression ain't ignorance
So don't label the hoods on appearances
You never thought that a gangsta could talk sense
But this artifice flipped, your beans is spent
Took your papes out your pocket and just stood out
The focus, the portrait of the artist as a hoods-up

[MC Serch]
Portrait planned it back in the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
Torn up by the Kent, the Clark Dark
as the brothers try to spark
We knocked boots, and the boots got knocked
Three A.M. and it was off to The Rooftop
Hip-Hop Starski, the Masters of Ceremony
Ka-ka-cracked out, was hookin property
Five A.M. it was the S&S
A hundred and forty-fifth street, down on Lennox
Starchild made all the hoes squeal
For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels
Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time
but now you can't find
clubs like this that kept the music in the street
And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat
Yo, they're makin mills, but what about the hood?
A parking lot, where the Latin Quarter stood!
A landmark marked in the cranium
but now I bring it back in front of packed stadiums
Picture painted with the goals and the good
The portrait of an artist as a hood

[S] Yo Pete man, yo where the hoods at Pete?
[P] Yo the hoods is in Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx
Money-makin Strong Island
[S] Yo can't forget Newark New Jersey
Philly, D.C.
[P] From Detroit to Mobile Alabama
Memphis Tennesse Cleveland
[S] Yo, money-makin Miami, Chicago
East St. Louis got crazy hoods
[P] Oakland Compton Watts wearin the hoods
[S] Yo true indeed, Louisville
Boostin Houston got CRAZY hoods
[P] New Orleans, Seattle
[S] North Carolina cannot forget about Atlanta
Shockmaster ?? got crazy hoods
listenin to his program
[P] And the hoods are holdin their joint
And they're out
[S] True indeed.. SEE-YA!


Fallin' (Foxy Brown)

[Young Gavin]
Through this hard times, the negativity, the jealousy

[Foxy]
Yo Carolina Blue six - hottest bitch on the block
Used to Willie Ducatti, Saco, Prada kick
High school, got signed wrote them platti hits
Tito was the same shit, got a platti wrist
They say I'm stoosh cause I cover my bush
In that Dolce Gabbana, I'm a hot little mama
The number one stunna
Slim, skin copper
Like bare bra, I'd eat that gravy proper
Got a money **
Wanna see me where your bed is?
Playboy y'all got to give me five letters
Like Prada, Jacob, Fendi boots
C. Dior, Chloe, suits
Range Rover, Gucci shoes
First class, flatt class, Paris

[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why they keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?

[Foxy]
If I was to die, it be too many cowards alive
Fox Brown, Bonnie minus the Clyde
And today I'mma make this one promise to God
Even if I go wood, I'mma keep it so hood
And I got chills when I signed my deal
And I shed tears when Biggie and Pac got killed
It's only one other broad that really got skills
She's alright, but she's not real
Brown, I'm hot with no rehearsal time
And I stays on tour like the circle line
Ain't a bitch that could emulate my classic delivery
I rep' New York like the Statue of Liberty
Mentally I'm in my own zone holding my spot
Fox, basically I'm the female Pac
And it's like my life is a thesis
Sometimes I feel like I'm talking Swedish
Y'all niggas don't get it
And, yeah I'm ballin', the streets keep callin'
Lord take my soul I feel like I'm falling

[Young Gavin]
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?
Don't hate me cause I'm ballin'
Lord take me if I'm fallin'
I think I hear them callin' me
Why the keep on callin' me?

[Foxy Brown]
Before me there was many but none so hot
They had no other choice but to run they spot
Rock since 15 I was bound to ball
Think it's time to run my resume down to y'all
See, Touch Me...platinum
Ain't No...gold
Total...500,000 sold
Ill Nana...2.8
The Firm...another mil
Then Chyna Doll came, it's pretty much the same
And anything we rap about you see us do
Now we stay in demand like PS2
Lot of planes, lot of cars, a lot of chauffeurs
Lot of Gucci, lot of Louis, lot of Prada loafers
Couple dollars and with that I bought my Range
Pretty and Red got a lot of**off my name, man
Yeah I'm balling the streets keep calling
Lord take my soul...I feel like I'm falling
(Don't hate us)

Hard To Explain (The Strokes)

Was an honest man
Asked me for the phone
Tried to take control
Oh I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way

We shared some ideas
All obsessed with fame
Says we're all the same
I don't see it that way
I don't see it that way

Raised in Carolina
I'm not like that
Tryin' to remind her
When we go back

I missed the last bus
I'll take the next train
I try, but you see
It's hard to explain
I said the right things
But act the wrong way
I like it right here
But I cannot stay
I watched the TV
Forget what I'm told
Well I am too young
And they are too old
The joke is on you
This place is a zoo
You're right, it's true

He said he can't decide
I shake my head to say
Everythings just great
Oh I just can't remember
I just can't remember

Raised in Carolina (she says)
I'm not like that
Trying to remind her
When we go back

I say the right things
But act the wrong way
I like it right here
But I cannot stay
I watched the TV
Forget what I'm told
I am too young
And they are too old
I'll make it you see
I'm ever so pleased
Pretend to be nice
So I can be mean
I missed the last bus
I'll take the next train
I try, but you see
It's hard to explain

E Cerca 'e Me Capì (Pino Daniele)

E cerca 'e me capì'
è tanto tempo che non ti vedevo
eppure so' cuntento
'o ssaje m'hanno fottuto 'e viaggi e
l'autostrada
tutto chello c'aggio passato e mo' nun
credo cchiù
nun credo cchiù.
E torno a casa stanco muorto e nun
voglio fà' niente
sto cu ll'uocchie apierte e sento 'e
sunà'.
E pruove a vedè' cu dint'a ll'uocchie
'o sole
e c'o cazone rutto a parlà' 'e
Rivoluzione
e cride ancora cride ancora
e pruove a vedè' chi t'ha attaccato 'e
'mmane
e nun te può girà' pecchè te fanno male
e cride ancora cride ancora...
E cerca e me capì'
vorrei strappare mille occasioni
e poi fuggir lontano
me so' scucciato 'e parlà' e dire ogni
volta
quel che ho dentro e poi star male e
poi suonare
Ma torno a casa stanco muorto e nun
voglio fà' niente
sto cu ll'uocchie apierte e sento 'e
cantà'
E pruove a vedè' cu dint'a ll'uocchie 'o
sole
e c'o cazone rutto a parlà e Rivoluzione
e cride ancora cride ancora
e pruove a vedè' chi t'ha attaccato 'e
'mmane
e nun te può girà' pecchè te fanno male
e sona ancora sona ancora.

Hasta El Cielo (Invencibles)

Mi soledad rebasa arena
mi desierto deserta
mil estrofas sin tus versos me van a quedar.

La esencia de la vida
es no dejar que la rutina
tome nota de lo que eriza nuestra piel.

Tal vez le deber�­as un favor
al propio Dios y se lo cobr�³,
le ense�±o a Lucifer
que �¡ngeles duermen con �©l.

Hasta tu cielo te voy a amarâ?¦

Me mostraste que la dicha
no se esconde en los bolsillos
si no en los d�­as que juntos amanecimos.

Maestra de un �¡ngel
del postgrado de los santos
tu aura en la cama me sensibiliz�³.

Tal vez diminuta qued�³
la Tierra para nosotros dos,
mientras no se venda el para�­so
con tu certeza voy a afirmarâ?¦

Hasta tu cielo te voy a amarâ?¦

Solo espero y no se porque postergo
el d�­a que Dios nos vuelva a encontrar,
y en alguna nube podernos acostar,
besarnos, amarnos y que no haya nada m�¡s.

Shout Out To Lost Boyz (Canibus)




[DJ Clue]
Yeah DJ Clue Desert Storm all up in ya area
with the LB Fam Love Peace and Nappiness
A little sample but first..
My man Canibus gon' rip shit down ha ha
[Canibus]
Yo yo YO
Lost Boyz the Beasts from the East up in this piece
with a new release on the streets every fifty two weeks
and I dare a nigga to challenge us; I turn the
Love Peace and Nappiness into your blood on a napkin in the ambulance
**in with the nigga called Canibus, just the sound
of my voice'll give you a positive urine analysis
I'm a lyrical demon, stronger than crack fiends
that smoke two P's with a C in between em
LB Fam, makin the music niggaz dance to
And we sip a very substantial amount of Jack Daniels
L-O-est, B-O-Y-Z we lock shit
We invested all of Legal Drug Money profit
Showin love to each and every nigga that copped it
In they Jeep, Lex Coupe, Beema or Benz knockin it
Music Makin You High, givin you that urge
to spend two-thirds of the money you earned on herb
You're **in with the LB Fam, we do what we gotta do
You never get the chance to shoot back at who shot at you
Nigga, you'll be dead before you reach the hospital
Lookin at you layin there with blood comin out your nostrils
Queens most wanted, quick to clap a nigga
Rap at killers who wear Carharts and Caterpillers
Totin the four-pound, holdin the fort down
before Heavy D bounced to Uptown became a ghost town
Cheeks, Lou and Thai see eye to eye
Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest
but he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless
Heard about the Clue tape, so I had to get on it
Lost Boyz and Desert Storm, Show Us the Money
cause we STILL hungry, we STILL got the growl in the tummy
We STILL grimy and grungy, dressin bummy
Doin shows for foreign currencies in other countries
Tryin to finance me a Hum-Vee with low mufflage
Get a production deal, start our own record companies
Sign our own acts, and rhyme about whatever we wanna rap
Decorate our walls with plaques
Summertime eighty-nine or better degree weather
Nine-seven DJ Clue and LB Fam forever
[DJ Clue]
WHAT?! DJ Clue, all up in ya area
[Canibus]
Yo yo yo hold up I don't think niggaz know man
I'm gonna rock some more, check it out, yo, yo
Now just by watchin you, I can tell that I got you
to face me, somethin you don't wanna do, my rhymes
are too hostile, they'll beat you down in public like the cops do
Sit on top of you, make a human pinata out of you
Flow as potent as possible, creatin obstacles Three Feet
High and Rising, like the chronicles of Posdonus
The old school hip-hop, is where I get my style from
Uptown Harlem, is where I get my lye from
My cousin with mad guns, is where I get the nines from
Area 51 is where I be gettin rhymes from
I'm not a human being
I'm the human being ill with a I.Q. that's off the scale
If words could kill, a verse of mine'll murder a mil'
And MC'sll be gnashin they teeth, burnin in hell
I'm learnin to be the head instead of the tail
I ain't followin nobody else to increase my sales
Metaphors are real, like they been forged in steel
Stood before the judge told him I was forced to kill
And how I went for mines to get Paid in Full
Then I went for minds again and ripped em out of niggaz skulls
The nigga on the block with the biggest balls, layin niggaz
on the floor, robbin em too a Biggie Smalls song
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever
"Turn your head round," give me the cheddar
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb who lives forever *echoes*

Il Mare (Pino Daniele)

Io lo conosco è un uomo stanco
c'ha acchiappato sempe cauce pe dinto
'e cianche
da bambino giocava sopra i marciapiedi
e la gente gli diceva:<<UHE' LEVATI
DAI PIEDI!>>
Adesso ha la tessera del partito
compra il giornale tutti i giorni
ma è un uomo finito
la mattina va a strillare al collocamento
tanto ' o sape ca è vennuto pe poco
e niente.
E il mare il mare
il mare sta sempe llà
tutto spuorco chino 'e munnezza
e nisciuno 'o vo' guardà'
Com'è bello lavorare sulla tangenziale
con le mani rosse che ti fanno male
e i ricordi che camminano a duciento
all'ora
e ti entrano dentro senza far rumore
lasciatelo parlare ha tante cose da dire
ha capito che la lotta non deve finire
sta alzando le mani verso il sole
in cerca di calore.
E il mare il mare
il mare sta sempe llà...


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