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Escuchar Comprendeme - Ivan Villazon & Saul Lallemand


Letras

Still Diggin' (Showbiz & A.G.)




featuring Diamond D

[Showbiz]
Yeah 1992 Showbiz & A.G. we about to catch wreck. And I
got my main man Diamond D he's about to catch wreck from
diggin' in the crates and all that. And I'd like to say
I chop off the head off of all those that commercialize!
We got real bad bwoy in effect. Come Diamond D come correct!

[Diamond D]
Yo check it
See I'm back on the block but my name ain't Quincy
Yeah, I'm chopping rappers up into mincemeat
Step up and speak if your shit ain't weak
The beat's for the jeep kid, they don't come cheap
I practice my craft so you can call me macaroni
And I get cheese and more run that a pony
Smoke a lotta herb but I don't chew tobacco
When Show drops the beat I say "Holy mackeral!"
The stunts don't front any longer
See my status is large, and the props are getting longer
Ride around with Lou Dog in the Path
Sit back and laugh or maybe sign an autograph
I'm walking tall, but yo I'm not a **
Don't run with the burgeouis, my crew's much blacker
So give a shout for the man with the clout
Sippin' on a Guiness stout, yo I'm about

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 2x)

[Showbiz]
Ayo, it's often said, but it's never read
That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head
But don't be mislead (Why?) Cause breakbeats are dead
I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super Pro Keds
I'm just a cool brother, who hangs out in a top shop
And I still get my props when giving brothers knots
So step up front, yeah, that's if you want it
It's time to breathe there's no future in fronting
Cause they know, and I know, and she know, and we know
That I'm an old champ like Bruno Samitino
Or Ivan Pusky or the brother Tony Atlas
Buy my EP and Showbiz will be the fattest
And baddest is my status, I knew a man named Thatus
Who rode a night train to Georgia just like Gladys
Knight and the Pips, there's no 40's on my lips
Yo pass the Moet, I might flip and take a sip
And sit back and puff a blunt with Slick Nick
Sometimes he puff slow, sometimes he puff quick
I'd rather grab the mic and concentrate on getting papes
I'm out, and I'm still diggin' in the ** crates

Showbiz, my man's still diggin' in the crates
Diamond D, yeah I'm still diggin' in the crates (repeat 4x)

Angelas Baltas (Taja)

Kazkur isnyko sviesa
Ir saule jau seniai nebesildo.
Man taip patinka tamsa,
As vel taves liudėt pasiilgau.
Kai nakti veidu guliu
Ant saltos, sustingusios zemes,
Man nebereikia sapnu, jie ir neateina
Juos tik vsjas vejasi.

Miegojo nakti ramiai,
Ant debesies angelas baltas.
Man zvaigzdes zarste sapnus,
Bet ju nemaciau,
Mano mintys per saltos.

Miegojo nakti ramiai,
Ant debesies angelas baltas.
Man zvaigzdes zarste sapnus,
Bet ju nemaciau,
Mano mintys per saltos.

Ir nesvarbu kur nunes,
Jie, sniego pukai, ir kur as pabusiu.
Zinojau, ten niekada,
Daugiau niekada mes ten nebebusim.
Kai nakti veidu guliu
Ant saltos, sustingusios zemes,
Man nebereikia sapnu, jie ir neateina
Juos tik vejas vejasi.

Miegojo nakti ramiai,
Ant debesies angelas baltas.
Man zvaigzdes zarste sapnus,
Bet ju nemaciau,
Mano mintys per saltos.

Miegojo nakti ramiai,
Ant debesies angelas baltas.
Man zvaigzdes zarste sapnus,
Bet ju nemaciau,
Mano mintys per saltos.

tr(n)igger (samples: flavor flav, chuck d) (fabolous featuring ashanti)

[Samples: heard through-out the entire song]
[Flavor Flav:] Come on down!
[Chuck D:] Put a hand on a nigger pull the trigger!

[Saul Williams:]
So you don't like the way we're running things?
And you don't like the way the chisel glang?
You want to blame it on the government on why you got no money for your rent?
You want to start a revolution? And blame it on the institutions?
You know there's only one solution. So tell me what you're gonna do son?

[Chorus: Saul Williams]
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
So what you gonna do?

[Saul Williams:]
You wanna blame them boys in Lebanon and act like you don't know where they get it from?
You wanna project all your problems and murder every hope to solve them?
Would Jesus Christ come back American? What if he's Iraqi and here again?
You'd have to finally face your fears, my friend
Who's gonna hold your hand when that happens?

[Chorus: Saul Williams]
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
So what you gonna do?

[Saul Williams:]
What do you teach your children about me?
What do you teach your little children about me?
Pimp, thug, bling, drug, lord of the undergrounded kings
How can you be so sure I won't call down the rain?
What do you teach your little children about me?
To point your gun way high and rob I sing and pray!

[Chorus: Saul Williams]
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
The nigger is you! The trigger is you!
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
So what you gonna do? !
The trigger is you! The nigger is you!
The nigger is you! The nigger is you!
The trigger is you! The trigger is you!
So what you gonna do? !

Pasemos A Otro Tema (Andrés Calamaro)

Pasemos a otro tema
no quiero hablar de eso
la casa esta vacia y fria
la ropa en el pasillo
me da la razon
ella me abandono

Esta todo guardado
hay cosas con candado
hay cosas que abandono para siempre
y hay un lugar vacio
es el que habia pensado
solo parea los dos

ella es tan formal
que nunca me va a perdonar
mejor no hablar de eso
pasemos a otro tema

y comprendeme no puedo
entender cual es el juego
de verdad, no te voy a perdonar

fue por el efecto suelo
y una frase del abuelo:
el lugar se cubrio de pedazos de cristal

Une Guitare, Un Citoyen (Alain Souchon)

Par exemple être ailleurs
Avoir envie d'être ailleurs
Rien faire
Avoir envie de rien faire
Prendre des rues
Marcher dans les avenues
Croiser les gens
Avec les soucis d'argent
Sentir son cœur vide éperdument
Comme s'il ne pouvait plus sentir les sentiments

Et dans ces circonstances
Sur une Gibson rouge
Un vieil homme qui chante
Ça peut faire du bien
Une guitare un citoyen

Par exemple la vie est rasoir
Aller le matin mais revenir le soir
S'ennuyer tant
Mettre la télé tout le temps
Y voir le monde et le gâchis
Et puis après comme on est tout avachi
Sortir prendre l'air
Réfléchir à sa carrière
Les séminaires et les sourires charmants
Mêlant les sentiments et les licenciements
Les filles passent des dimanches très drôles
Leurs amoureux aimant pêcher sous les saules

Et dans ces circonstances
Un feu sur une plage
Et des filles qui dansent
Ça peut faire du bien
Une guitare un citoyen

Par exemple elle est partie
Et les filles quand elles sont parties
Nous laissent un mal intérieur
Un mal intérieur
S'asseoir dans un square
Mais qu'est-ce qui s'est passé hier soir
Avec mon cœur et tous ses habits
Tous ses miroirs elle est partie
Et je suis tout seul à Paris sur Seine
Tout seul à Rennes et sur la Vilaine
Tout seul à Londres à Tombouctou
Partout tout seul et ces amoureux partout
Traîner au lit roulé dans la mélancolie
Traîner en babouches
Avec son chewing-gum dans la bouche

Et dans ces circonstances
Chala la la la chala la la la
Ça peut faire du bien
Une guitare un citoyen
Chala la la la
Une guitare un citoyen

Coded Language (Saul Williams)

Whereas, breakbeats have been the missing link connecting the
diasporic
community to its drum woven past
Whereas the quantised drum has allowed the whirling
mathematicians to
calculate the ever changing distance between rock and stardom.
Whereas the velocity of the spinning vinyl, cross-faded, spun
backwards, and
re-released at the same given moment of recorded history , yet
at a
different moment in time's continuum has allowed history to
catch up with
the present.

We do hereby declare reality unkempt by the changing standards
of dialogue.
Statements, such as, 'keep it real', especially when punctuating
or
anticipating modes of ultra-violence inflicted psychologically
or physically
or depicting an unchanging rule of events will hence forth be
seen as
retro-active and not representative of the individually
determined is.

Furthermore, as determined by the collective consciousness of
this state of
being and the lessened distance between thought patterns and
their secular
manifestations, the role of men as listening receptacles is to
be increased
by a number no less than 70 percent of the current enlisted as
vocal
aggressors.

Motherf**kers better realize, now is the time to self-actualize
We have found evidence that hip hops standard 85 rpm when
increased by a
number as least half the rate of it's standard or decreased at ?
of it's
speed may be a determining factor in heightening consciousness.

Studies show that when a given norm is changed in the face of
the
unchanging, the remaining contradictions will parallel the
truth.

Equate rhyme with reason, Sun with season

Our cyclical relationship to phenomenon has encouraged scholars
to erase the
centers of periods, thus symbolizing the non-linear character of
cause and
effect
Reject mediocrity!

Your current frequencies of understanding outweigh that which as
been given
for you to understand.
The current standard is the equivalent of an adolescent
restricted to the
diet of an infant.
The rapidly changing body would acquire dysfunctional and
deformative
symptoms and could not properly mature on a diet of apple sauce
and crushed
pears
Light years are interchangeable with years of living in
darkness.
The role of darkness is not to be seen as, or equated with,
Ignorance, but

with the unknown, and the mysteries of the unseen.

Thus, in the name of:
ROBESON, GOD'S SON, HURSTON, AHKENATON, HATHSHEPUT, BLACKFOOT,
HELEN,
LENNON, KHALO, KALI, THE THREE MARIAS, TARA, LILITHE, LOURDE,
WHITMAN,
BALDWIN, GINSBERG, KAUFMAN, LUMUMBA, GHANDI, GIBRAN, SHABAZZ,
SIDDHARTHA,
MEDUSA, GUEVARA, GUARDSIEFF, RAND, WRIGHT, BANNEKER, TUBMAN,
HAMER, HOLIDAY,
DAVIS, COLTRANE, MORRISON, JOPLIN, DUBOIS, CLARKE, SHAKESPEARE,
RACHMNINOV,
ELLINGTON, CARTER,**E, HATHOWAY, HENDRIX, KUTL, DICKERSON,
RIPPERTON,
MARY, ISIS, THERESA, PLATH, RUMI, FELLINI, MICHAUX, NOSTRADAMUS,
NEFERTITI,
LA ROCK, SHIVA, GANESHA, YEMAJA, OSHUN, OBATALA, OGUN, KENNEDY,
KING, FOUR
LITTLE GIRLS, HIROSHIMA, NAGASAKI, KELLER, BIKO, PERONE, MARLEY,
COSBY,
SHAKUR, THOSE STILL AFLAMED, AND THE COUNTLESS UNNAMED

We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall
guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone
Our music is our alchemy
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and
a hand full
of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned
upside down
supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and
bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the
new day for
today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing
frequencies
into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography,
carpentry,
crafts, love, and love.
We enlist every instrument: Acoustic, electronic.
Every so-called race, gender, and **ual preference.
Every per-son as beings of sound to acknowledge their
responsibility to
uplift the consciousness of the entire f**king World.
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers
slain
Any utterance will be un-aimed, will be disclaimed - two rappers
slain

Twice The First Time (Saul Williams)




(sung)
i will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

i will not rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh!) way back

don't drop the beat on me
don't drop the beat no
ah

i am not the son of sha klak klak
i am before that
i am before
i am before before before death is eternity after death is eternity
there is no death there's only eternity
and i be riding on the wings of eternity like
CLA CLA CLA SHA KLACK KLACK
GET ME THE ** OFF THIS TRACK

as if the heart beat wasn't enough
they got us using drum machines now
the hums of the machines
tryin to make our drums humdrums
tryin to ???? our magic
insturments be political prisioners up inside computers
as if the heart were not enough
as if the heart were not enough

and as heart beats bring percussions
fallen trees bring reprocussions
citys play upon our souls like broken drums
redrum the essence of creation from city slums
but city slums mute our drums and our drums become humdrums
cuz city slums have never been where our drums are from
just the place where our daughters and sons become
offbeat heartbeats
slaves to city streets
and hearts get broken and heartbeats stop
broken heartbeats become breakbeats for niggas to rhyme on top, but..

i won't rhyme on top no tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back

i won't rhyme over tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to do that (Huh) way back

don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat noooo

not untill you've listen to Rakim on a rocky mountain top
have you heard hip hop
extract the urban element which created it
and let a open wide country side illustrate it
riding in a freight train
in the freezing rain
listening to Coltrane
my reality went insane
and i think i saw Jesus
he was playing hopscotch with Betty Carter
who was cursing him out
in a scat-like gibberish for not saying 'butterfingers'
and my fingers run through grains of sand
like seeds of time
the pains of man
the frames of mind
which built these frames
which is the structure of my urban superstructure
the trains and planes can corrupt and obstruct your planes of thought
so you that forget how to walk through the woods
which ain't good cuz you ain't never walked through the trees
listenin' to nobody beats the biz and you ain't never heard hip hop

and you must stop that damn track from going...
please don't drop the beat
don't drop the beat nooo

and...

i will not rhyme on tracks
niggas on a chain gang used to that (huh) way back
(repeat)

don't drop the beat noooo

don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat no
don't drop the beat
...heartbeat
my heartbeat
goes on
and on
and on...

yeah

El Muro (Daddy Yankee)

O-Ohh!
Toda las mujeres
Que se preparen al viaje del cangri!!!
You Ready???
3,2,1

Con mas fuerza que un zumm!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Pa' sacarle mas jugo!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
El flow baja duro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Nunca tumbo el seguro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)

Va' lento
Pa' que tu cuerpo se lo vacile
Mujeres activan el combustible
Prendan sus motores!!!
Que con to' mi flow van a sentirme!!!
En medio de la pista voa' lucirme!!!

Yo!
Te voa' pegar mas duro
Que un rifle de un tal Ivan
De que tu te alimentas
Ma' no se lo que te dan
Yo se que soy el cangri
Pero hoy yo soy tu fan
Y esta noche te voy a dar bam!bam!(ok!)
Te cree que saben
Tu tiene el candado ma'
Pero yo tengo la llave
Sucurucutuctuc!Mira como baila!
Soy due~o de la clave
To' quieren copiar la formula de mi jarabe
Que las pone grave
You know,man!
Dale mas mami!
Muevelo mami!
Dale duro mami!
Hasta bajo mami!
Los buitres..(ohhh!!)
Tienen hambre..(ohhh!!)
Quieren tu carne..(ohhh!!)
No te acobardes..(ehhh!!)
Dale mas mami!
Muevelo mami!
Dale duro mami!
Hasta bajo mami!
Los buitres..(ohhh!!)
Tienen hambre..(ohhh!!)
Quieren tu carne..(ohhh!!)
No te acobardes..(ehhh!!)

Que!
Con mas fuerza que un zumm!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Pa' sacarle mas jugo!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
El flow baja duro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Pillala contra el muro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)

Que!Que!
Si quieres nos vamos
En mi sistema de navegacion(Hey!)
Pantalla,DVD,Playstation,y mi calefaccion(Hey!)
Los aros 24 flotando con reggaeton
La voz de to' los barrios
Llego a esta conclusion
Que esta es la musica
Mas movida,electrica,magnetica
Causante que se muevan
Toa' la gente de latinoamerica
Hey Chula!
La esquina esta oscura
Pa' hacer travesuras
Soltura!
Muevete asi...
Mueve las caderas mami
Muevete asi...
Que Yankee man esta aqui
Porque yo nunca vi mujer
Con el cuerpo de vedette
Que lo menee tan bien
Que me borre....
La mente como un sonambulo
Para ti no hay obstaculos
A to' los dejas palidos
Muevete con mi acido
Tamos' sonambulos
Para ti no hay obstaculos
A to' los dejas palidos
Muevete con mi acido!!!

Con mas fuerza que un zumm!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Pa' sacarle mas jugo!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
El flow baja duro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)
Pillala contra el muro!
(Pillala contra el muro!)

Dale mas mami!
Muevelo mami!
Dale duro mami!
Hasta bajo mami!
Los buitres..(ohhh!!)
Tienen hambre..(ohhh!!)
Quieren tu carne..(ohhh!!)
No te acobardes..(ehhh!!)
Dale mas mami!
Muevelo mami!
Dale duro mami!
Hasta bajo mami!
Los buitres..(ohhh!!)
Tienen hambre..(ohhh!!)
Quieren tu carne..(ohhh!!)
No te acobardes..(ehhh!!)

Saludos pa' la vieja isla nueva escuela!
Que vive el reggaeton-TON!
Haciendo rumba!
Con Monserrate y DJ Urba!
Demente!
Demente!
Barrio Fino!
Matando en la lenta!
Sigue perriando latino!!!

My Man Rich (Biz Markie)

[Verse One]
This is a different type of dedication
To a guy that was a different kind of inspiration
Only people that knew him, know what I'm talkin about
And at the end of the story, you will say without a doubt
This wasn't your typical case, of fast livin
Anything he was makin, he was givin
To his moms, pops, his brother and his girl
Cause they, meant, the most to him in the world
Around Suffolk he wasn't known
But in Eastern Long Island, he did have a home
Called L.I., is where he stayed
Where there was no need for D-Con or Raid
He was cool with everybody, he had no enemies
I'm makin this record, cause he's a friend of me
Cause he's a hard workin kid, I've just stated
That's why this record, is dedicated
To my man Rich

Yo yo, this is for you my man
God bless you

[Verse Two]
Let me tell you what happened in the early 80's
When we wasn't thinkin about gettin all the ladies
Me and Rich was thinkin about survival of the fittest
You can ask Keith or Kevin, cause both of them were with us
We'd try to get a job everyplace that it takes
We was even at the factory they call {?}
Everywhere we went they said they'd call us back
Or even said they're not hirin to throw us off track
But Richie Rich said, forget that stuff
Even though, times was rough
We kept searchin searchin lookin and lookin
It seems everywhere we went, the jobs was tooken
Still Rich didn't give up the faith
He found a job that wasn't safe
Even though it was dangerous, it wouldn't switch
That's why this is dedicated to my man Rich

Yo this is to you my man Rich
Cause you know you go way back, you go way back
Word up, God bless you

[Verse Three]
The way the story end, is just a tragedy
I wish upon a star that it didn't have to be
endin this way for my man Richard
Cause still in my mind, he's still as pictured
Like, he just had gone yesterday
For sellin, C-R-A-C-K
His dream was.. to be a boxer
So, he could knock the socks off of
an Ivan Barkley, or even Mike Tyson
But on the streets, he was sacrificin
for his family, and his wife
Cause he struggled, he struggled all his life
He wasn't a straight up, criminal or villain
Or even tryin to get, stupid or illin
Was messed up for takin somebody's life and shit
that tried so hard, and just wouldn't quit
This is a slow record, with a switch
Because it's dedicated, to my man Rich

To you my man
This is to you, Rich
Peace

La Mujer Que Le Destrozaba Las Noches (Ivan Noble)

LA MUJER QUE LE DESTROZABA LAS NOCHES

Tenía el corazón en punto muerto
la mujer que le destrozaba las noches
Ya no era un gran pirata y equivocaba vientos
entre las tempestades de su escote

El cuento es que la chica después de preciosa era un puñal
hundiéndose como un dolor de muelas
en este invierno lerdo, de tardes cabizbajas
que llaman por su apodo a las tristezas

Y es que el amor es un bicho
de manos dulces y patas cortas
Y a algunas mujeres el Diablo las carga
y Dios las descorcha…
Y es que el amor es un bicho
de labios suaves y patas cortas
Y a algunas mujeres el Diablo las carga
y Dios las descorcha
cerca de nuestros ojos…

Y fueron desfilando promesas de vino, botellas al mar,
caprichos, platos rotos y alfires
Pero él lo supo siempre :
Cambiarle el nombre a un barco
lo único que trae es mala suerte

Entonces el tipo se quiere mudar
de casa, de piel, de sistema solar,
para no tropezarse con supersticiones,
para no escuchar recuerdos hablando de más

Y es que el amor es un bicho
de manos dulces y patas cortas
Y a algunas mujeres el Diablo las carga
y Dios las descorcha…
Y es que el amor es un bicho
de labios suaves y patas cortas
Y a algunas mujeres el Diablo las carga
y Dios las descorcha
cerca de nuestros ojos…
--------
by Fede


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