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Escuchar TIJERITAS --GARABI GARABI REMIX


Letras

By Myself (Marilyn Manson Remix) (Linkin Park)

What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I
Sit here and try to stand it, or do I
Try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?

Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin,
I make the right moves but I'm lost within.
I put on my daily facade, but then
I just end up getting hurt again.

By myself (myself)
I ask why (myself)
I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself

I can't hold on
(To what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

If I turn my back, I'm defenseless,
But to go blindly seems senseless,
If I hide my pride and let it all go on,
Then they'll take from me 'till everything is gone, if I
Let them go, I'll be outdone, but if I
Try to catch them, I'll be outrun.
If I'm killed by the questions like a cancer,
Then I'll be buried in the silence of the answer

By myself (myself)
I ask, why (myself)
I can't rely on myself (myself)
I ask, why
But in my mind I find
I can't rely on myself
In my mind I find

I can't hold on
(to what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

How do you think,
I've lost so much?
I'm so afraid (I'm so afraid)
I'm out of touch (just nice to know...)
How do you suspect (how do you suspect)
I will know what to do,
When all I know
Is what you tell me to?

Don't you (know)
I can't tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can't seem to convince myself (why)
I'm stuck on the inside.

Don't you (know)
I can't tell you how to make it (go)
No matter what I do, how hard I (try)
I can't seem to convince myself (why)
I'm stuck on the other side

I can't hold on
(To what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(To anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking in.

I can't hold on
(to what I want when I'm stretched so thin)
It's all too much to take in
I can't hold on
(to anything watching everything spin)
With thoughts of failure sinking...

Peace Is Not The Word To Play (Remix) (Main Source)




(Peace!) Piece of what?
You can't mean P E A C E
Cause I've seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say peace
But that's leaving people in pieces
It's not what the meaning of peace is
To me it means absence of all confusion
Not the oozing and brusing
That we're all so accumstomed to
Your friend got beef? I'll bust him too
What a brother from a certain way of life explained to me once, dunce
He didn't realize the fact that
He and myself were brothers on the same rope
Now last month he got hemmed up, huh, that's all she wrote
So I can get up where she left the exclamation
Looking for an explanation
Little kids think that peace is a word that you use to sound down
And I frown
Cause that's what I was told at eaight years old
And now I'm trying to break the mold
So stop the dominoes
Because I think it's about time that everyone knows

Peace! But everybody's in terror
We're going back to the caveman era
Where people got killed, without the chance to build
Shame how the plane is filled
With so many so-called intellects
That can't use a word in its proper context
Needless to say I'm vexed, so what's next?

Peace! It's not the word to use
When at the same time you got the plans to abuse
Folks not on their P's and Q's
I'll see you in the news
Somebody screwed up the diction
You might die looking for the right definition
Cause "peace" nowadays means "gun," or "gotta run"
30 years from now we'll wonder how the younger generation got foul
Look at what we teach them today
Peace is not the word to play

Ayo, corny or not, we gotta stop saying "peace" and not meaning it
Know what I'm saying? Main Source forever, y'all
Peace is not the word to play

Street Life (French Remix) (Beenie Man)

[Verse 1] (Assia)
Un seul regard m'a suffit
Dans ses grands yeux noirs insoumis
J'ai senti natre une passion infinie
Une histoire d'amour a franchir
Entre elle et moi son coeur balance
Elle est la seule raison de son absence
Si il l'oublie moi je lui donne ma vie
Mais quand je le retient il me dit

[Chorus] (Beenie man)
On the street just ballin
Girls have been callin
Drop top fallin
Brothers keep rollin
Livin nothing but a street life
(Assia)
C'est elle qui l'a fait
Elle qui l'a leve
Comme une mre
Et chaque fois qu'elle l'appelle
Il ne rsiste pas l'appel de la rue

[Verse 2]
(Assia)
J'aimerais l'emmener loin d'ici
Loin du trafic et des cris
L'arracher celle qui dtruit ma vie
Et quand le soir je m'endors seule
Le ventre et le coeur nou
Je me dis et si elle me le prenais
(Beenie Man)
You I can see it in your eyes
No telling you no lies
Girl I did you wrong
You'll never find another guy
So this is what we got to do
Make a family cause it's true
Girl you are a part of me
My hearts belong to you
(Assia)
Tu voudrais nous voir installer
Me faire un bb
Trembler la nuit pour ta vie a suffit
T'as vu combien elle en a pris
Je veux pas finir comme Bonnie
Je te donnerais ma vie mais oublie la je t'en supplie

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] (Beenie Man)
Do you understand the feeling when I'm feeling
When I tell you how I'm feeling
When I'm feeling that.. way
Can't get over how you make everything better girl
When you are around me you bring joy to my.. day
Don't know what I will do without you in my life
I don't give a damn about what people wanna.. say
All I'm saying that (what)
This is where I'm at (at)
And I'd do anything to make you stay

[Chorus] (x2)

Heads High [Kill 'Em With It Remix] (Mr. Vegas)

Nah nannah nah nannah now...
Kill dem wit it now
Nah nannah nah nannah now...
Kill dem wit de...kill dem wit de...kill dem wit de

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
No bway ain't got no secret fi yow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Mi wan you skin yuh teeth an mek mi see't
If you sure from yuh born say you never do'it
Yuh ah no freak
One man yuh keep
An him never yet complain say you deep
Yuh mek yuh vow, yuh nah answer to yow
An ah one man a sample yuh cho-cho
Lift up yuh brow
An mek a guy know
Say him fi move him blow-wow
And sing again

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yah nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Mek a bway know yuh ah no pappyshow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yuh nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Mi wan fi hear yuh scream
If yuh mouth clean
No man never rope yuo in fi no ice cream
You don't smell green
Like Sharlene
You hol' a fresh
You have a healthy hygeine
Some assumin'
While you keep bloomin'
Like a pretty likkle lily inna de mornin'
Yuh not brawlin'
Pressure dem dawlin'
While you risin' dem keep fallin'
So sing again

Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yah nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Mek a bway know yuh ah no pappy show
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know yuh nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
No bway ain't got no secret fi yow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Just mek a bway know you nah blow
Heads High...kill dem wit it now
Tell dem Vegas say so...

Dope Hat/Diary of a Dope Fiend/Dance of the Dope Hats (Remix) (Marilyn Manson)

I peek into the hole, I struggle for control
The children love the show, but they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim, I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin, but they seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it's no surprise
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat, it's filled with this and that
My vision's getting fat, the rabbit's just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand if it is slower than the quickness of their scrutinizing eyes
Fail to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy, but we all know the hat is wearing me

note: Diary of a Dope Fiend uses the word "chicken" instead of "monkey".

Rugged N Raw (remix) (PMD)




featuring Das EFX

Yeah yeah nine seven Das EFX
To your chin
No doubt PMD
Boondox Hit Squad PMD
Uhh
Das EFX we up on this one son
What's the deal?
Whattup P? Rough rugged and raw
Hit Squad
No doubt son yo yeah yeah keep it live

Chorus: repeat 4X

I represent the hardcore (rough rugged and raw)
The PMD the mic's my only friend

Verse One:

I grab a chorus like my nigga DJ Scratch is on the cut
Hit Squad on live, PMD's like what (what?)
I'm too tough, gettin snuffed all in the cut
Aiyyo it's diggedy Das whassup higgedy here to ** it up
Nuttin move but the green my team be on the shine
Shiggedy shine like a light, Hit Squad we keep it tight
I light an L I ring your bells so go tell cuz it's the ill figure
Timberland boots, Rolex, with a Benz
Diggy Das EFX snap necks with PMD
Bringin the raw so you can see a b-boy is what I be
See I just can't resist this, cause Business is Business
So money mind your business, and shorty keep your distance
I did this once before, hardcore, forever in it
Tryin to win it, thank God for hip-hop, yo Scratch spin it

Chorus 1/2

Verse Two:

Yippie-yi-yay, yippy-yo, it's the, slow-flow mechanic
Mass confusion is crusin just start to panic
and you don't stop, got the Hit Squad backin me
Aiyyo we riggeddy rock your set
and I bet you never ever tackle me
What happened P?
You know what happened B I'm on mission and
lost my other half but I still got my Fisherman
hat, it ain't over til the fat chickenhead catch
wreck
Aiyyo yo it's diggedy Das EFX
The sewer rap so iggedy act like you know though
And me the Mic Doc (c'mon) the micraphone's my only
friend, can't even trust nobody
It goes liggedy-la-di-da-di
Higgedy hit you with the shotty
So to whom it may concern, from yours truly, no other
My style's butter, that's word to mother, underground gutter
B-boy brother, no singin chords, just rugged
Low budget, thought you was that nigga but you wasn't
Riggedy rough rugged and raw, straight from the floor
Fearless like the Four, Zsa Zsa like Gabor
Babe-Pah, we zonin up the hydro Squad by my side so
All my real heads keep it live represent

Chorus

Father Time (Remix) (Saukrates)




(Talking)
Word up Saukrates in the house
About to turn it out word up
Niggas of sin niggas of speach
You know how we do
Ain't no other than the jiggy chase lover
The mad chocolate brother check me out

(Rapping)
Father time ticks on through the early morning breaks of dawn
I'm an emperor whose empire crushes the upon
I gave first to a novel seen
Stealing the CREAM
Whoose blew out you're smoke screen
So, nigga freeze
'cause this MC in every degree
Can have a punk spilling head cheese
Sauk-ra-tes, a felon in this rap game
Rebelling in rock stadiums like Van Halan
Or Bruce Springsteen, what is war good for my nigga
Even when cash rules, you still lose my nigga
Quoting the words of a shoddy
For who is, becomes who was and who could have been
Will never be somebody
Always want some green in my jean
The Earth is mean so I plot mad **in' schemes
Wild for the night, ** being polite, my nigga
You're drowning in shit creak without a fight
What, some more phsyc shit
You wanna battle, touch the mic and see how close you might get
I bust ???????, and send you back to your dimension of wackness
Dodge, block and end with a back flip
So then the beat becomes shank
Let the fat woman scream it ain't over 'til I finish my stank, nigga

Chorus:
Time keeps on slippin' (all scrached up several times)


Make money, money night and day
Follow in the footsteps so you can flow the act around the way
Everyday's a paid day
Crooks living the life of kings in the ghetto
Emeralds and fat diamond rings
Stay alive and strive
Let a nigga know you're real
And quit playing Leonard part V
Recogn-ize my rhyme
A valentine days of deadly love powerful like daddy time
Keep checking you watch
Before I've tooken your home plate
I'm Jackie Robinson, you'd better dodge Brooklyn
My mack will never crack
So ** pussy bunting
I got Mother Nature ** my dick down to nothing
Ahhhh, an asset to the rhyming biz, my nigga
Never ask me what time it is
I kick a quiz and go sphinx on your**and ask you
If a nigga falls in the ghetto, will they harass you
And as you sit and think
A deadly venom starts to sink
through your ** skin and melts your link to Charmin
Getting low on Tanqueray
Flip the script on an A&R, ?????? him as R&A
Promising, and comforting to a fool can work
Some other time, but word is bond
The smirk son, better be right by tomorrow night
Finito, capiche or I'll have my way like Carlito

Word up

(Scratching up 'Time keeps on slipping' until fade)
I am the Father Time

Play Dis (remix) (Saukrates)




featuring Common Sense

(Saukrates) [Common]
Word up Saukrates in the house [yeah yeah]
‘bout to turn it all out again
y'all niggas check my shit out

check me out

Verse 1:
Amazed dudes to wack crews
Lay it down
Kids could never walk a mile in my shoes
Shorties clockin' me
Always be coming in the two
From the north
I'm bringing you tracks and good news
My debut was real to blind industry minds
Who never had the time
Now kids press rewind to the top
But legally I gotta show love
Call me A, B and C, the answers D
All of the above
I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper
Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max
Try to react, but you were never clam
And never could kick a verse
When worse come to worse I'm better
Shine like genuine rhine, black patented leather
On half ** honeys who forgot about the weather
** an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage
Shoot more words that Macho Man shooting gism in the city

CHORUS:
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis], (play dis)
[Play dis y'all, play dis], (play dis)

Verse 2: [Common Sense]
Stimulated by a tree and drama
I advanced on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill state
Sittin' in trauma, never been one to side with hama
For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor
The comma of matter on the rise like a tip
In the southside cider
Your preference to the book that likes to pack humid
To it I react by staying strapped with the mack and courage
Parallel to a carrousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right
Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger ** it
Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me
Passively they strike, never matching me
Rapidly, don't placidly
I fabricate the verbal tapestry
Tap the key of you conscious
Navigate you like Farrhakan with accomplice

CHORUS

Verse 3: (Saukrates)
Kids setting their watches 5 minutes fast to stay on top of time
But I'm already 10 minutes away
Play what you want to play, he say she say
But Saukrates got the buttas in T dot O dot today

[Common]
Slowly but surely I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind
My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through
Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to
Got wisdom like a tooth
Incidentally I get buck too
Didn't get my jest, so I just had to do it
My mic or your mic, come on no congruent
Seen broads in brew to me, be jubilee
On my neck be hot jewelry
My old man be schooling me
For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood
Black man, your hood is the universe
On this Earth, you were first through the worse
My crew could hearse
Used to go up stairs and went through the purse
I don't cures around juniors
Spread live like rumors
Niggas loved my tape, but how many were consumers?

(Saukrates)
Shout out to honeys working them hourgalss hips
Stay soprano, reading surano
Dramatic… episodes, yo Common
Let me play with niggas brains like clay kits
When I rock stage hits
Skip the rumors and lies
So you're under the stirs
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen
And flip flop the fake, who thought the scared
And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards
To deliver the real shit, al least we'll spit on you mice
I'm versatile like a plate of read grits

CHORUS 2X

[Common] – talking behind chorus
This is how we bust that shit out
Yeah, yeah
Father time, check it out
We the fathers, y'all know what time it is
You better watch the clock, use your mind
Check it out, yes two brothers need to rhyme

Verse 4:
Never eat swine, we don't need it on our pizza
Just cheese, checkered MCs
They better freeze
Check it our, they bumble like bees
No I ain't a killer
I'm the nigga that don't drink Miller
I like Heineken, it's sort of like my vitamin
I gotta rhyme, because I got a big mouth
Where I come from, what, what
I side with the Southside
Niggas outside with they half (lap?) tops
I'm telling you, check it out
I rock the black block
I rock the black blocks all over
Call over on some ill shit, yeah
My niggas Sauk come to do it
Yo we got to get into it
Check it out, this is how I blew it
Right here, now yeah, yeah

(Peace out, T dot, O dot)
[It's that ol' adlib shit]

Music fade

Play Dis (99 Sox Remix) (Saukrates)




featuring Common Sense

CHORUS [Saukrates]
Little piece of sumpin'
"Play" < Saukrates
"Orginial rap" < KRS One
"Play" < Saukrates
Little piece of sumpin'
"Play" < Saukrates
"Hardcore in hip hop" < KRS One

[Saukrates]
Amazed dudes to wack crews
Lay it down
Kids could never walk a mile in my shoes
Shorties clockin' me
Always be coming in the two
Niggas from the north
I'm bringing you tracks and good news
My debut was real to blind industry minds
Who never had the time
Now kids press rewind to the top
But legally I gotta show love
Call me A, B and C, the answers D
All of the above
I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper
Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max
Try to react, but you were never calm
And never could kick a verse
When worse come to worse I'm better
Shine like genuine rhine, black patented leather
On half ** honeys who forgot about the weather
** an exhibition, and warm up scrimmage
Shoot more words that Macho Man spit gism in the city

CHORUS

[Common Sense]
Stimulated by a tree and drama
I advanced on a branch of respect and honor
A patient of the Ill state
Sittin' in trauma, never been one to side with hama
For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor
The comma of matter on the rise like a tip
In the southside diner
Your preference to the book that likes to pack humid
To it I react by staying strapped with the mack and courage
Parallel to a carrousel of murders
I prefer to make a life than take a life
Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right
Sort of how I play my broads, just how I play the mic
First I cuff it, then finger ** it
Check it something rugged, other niggas be reluctant
To touch it after me
Passively they strike, never matching me
Rapidly, don't placidly
I fabricate the verbal tapestry
Tap the keg of you conscious
Navigate you like Farrhakan with accomplice

CHORUS

[Saukrates]
Kids setting their watches 5 minutes fast to stay on top of time
But I'm already 10 minutes away
Nigga play what you want to play, he say she say
But Saukrates got the buttas in T dot O dot today

[Common]
Slowly but surely I pour the lyric into the glass of your mind
My rhyming will be the diamond that will cut through
Lines say but you to do, you don't know what to
Got wisdom like a tooth
Incidentally I get buck too
Didn't get my jest, so I just had to do it
My mic or your mic, come on no congruent
Seen broads in brew to me, be jubilee
On my neck be hot jewelry
My old man be schooling me
For sho' I rock good, cats claim this hood and that hood
Black man, your hood is the universe
On this Earth, you were first through the worse
My crew could hearse
Used to go up stairs and went through the purse
I don't cures around juniors
Spread live like rumors
Niggas loved my tape, but how many were consumers?

[Saukrates]
Shout out to honeys working them hourgalss hips
Stay soprano, reading surano
Dramatic… episodes, yo Common
Let me play with niggas brains like clay kits
When I rock stage hits
Skip the rumors and lies
So you're under the stirs
When I drop my hip-hop, you'll be some Maytag repairmen
And flip flop the fake, who thought the scored
And half-assed niggas sending you back to drawing boards
To deliver the real shit, al least we'll spit on your mic
I'm versatile like a plate of read grits

CHORUS

Open Mic Night Remix (The High & Mighty)




featuring Thirstin Howl III, Wordsworth

[Mr. Eon]
This is a remix...this is a remix
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme" ---> Rakim
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr. Eon, wreckin shit
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
Mr. E-O-N must be talkin bout me
(Who dat?) The one and only High & Mighty MC
Who be perpendicular when I be dickin ya
E smoke a bone the size of a fibula
Prepare for the slaughter, the lyrical marauder
Unfreakable acts like me and your daughter, did
I be coughin layin in the coffin
Step out the fantasy world you be lost in
Dead man walkin, engage you hawkin
>From Pensauken to Vienna
I be me and a slew to combat your crew
With acrobatics only seen in cartoons
Like the Go-ad Rucker, double-pumped ya
Puncture, vocally rupture, puff a cluster
Ambidextrious, both sides test this
Removin wackness like asbestos

"A-at night, the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"The open mic...the open mic...at night the open mic be
invitin me to rhyme"
"Open m-mic, I bring out that box to the shit."
"At night, the open mic be invitn me to rhyme...
the open mic-mic-m-m-mic be inv..itin me to r-rh-hyme"
"Open mic, I bring out that box to the shit"

[Wordsworth]
Yo check it out, yo; From cranadle to cradle and able to print
I'm so deep that dirt's at my naval, my table submit
You audio/video vaginal, lines imagine a magnitudes
That give longitude and latitude some attitudes
>From an environment, freestyle's a requirment
Upon every album, that my parents had to hide the rent
If my demise commence unexpectantly, just test my pee
I bet you see ecstasy or some obscenity inject in me (what else?)
I flood your airways, place planes in jeopardy
Flights vanish, panick deputies, expectancy for jet debris
Let it be, and commence the record to play
I'm so ahead of my time when I talk there's a seven second delay
Don't judge a book by its cover when I'm inventin
I add your colon to my sentence, and start to pluck off on your appendix
Dexterity hurled is about to rally the world
You can't write without using like, what are you some type of valley girl?
At open mics, I'm tellin y'all one last time
Stop askin for a capellas and then kickin those wach rhymes, flatline
what, yo-yo-yo

"A-a-a-a-a-at-a-at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
..the open m...mic be invitin me to r-r...rhyme"
"Open mic...I bring out that box to the shit"

[Thirstin Howl III]
I'm accustomed to abiding by freestyle penal code
My rhymes are like long drives going down a scenic road
Taught discipline through paragraphs, walk backstreets and narrow paths
My kicks look dirty and pants sag like I have no ass!
Flippin styles that'd pioneered in the Space Age
Writin your first paragraph, I'm already on my eighth page
For the way you write your rhymes, I could tell you never really made grades
Going through life miserable, hatin yourself on payday
A pleasant plea, Thirstin in parentheses
I heard a mute man mention me to a blind woman on Vescey Street
Urged to leave gats alone in memory of Pumpkin and Faster Poem
Wouldn't want my moms to identify me with half the dome!
A toast, with high price gangrere
Battle the best mother**ers and whoever they bring here
Long term, sought through rations
I even put freestyle under special skills when submitting application
Flows, that can't be followed by asthma patients
Got a deathwish? Here's his extension, ask for Satan
The rap languages me and more, findin subjects in Singapore
Impressin MC's who swore to God they'd seen it all

"The open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"...The open mic...the open mic be invitin me to rhyme"
"Open mic I bring out that box to the shit"
*scratched out by DJ Mighty Mi*


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