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Escuchar MÚSICA LLANERA - PATRICIA INFANTE


Letras

Eternalists (Talib Kweli & Hi Tek)

Yeah
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Now here we go
Here we go (come on come on)
Yeah

[Talib Kweli]
Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted
My name's honored cause my style is insane retarded
Remain hottest from St. Marks to St. Thomas
Take game farther than the put-put planes charted
The same artist who smoke rainforest and bang hardest
My brain smartest break a nigga like a lame promise
All city like train bombers
Check out the pictures we painted (yeah)
More colorful than Kelis **
Your skills is least debated and your album least awaited
Even Big Tigger wouldn't let you in "The Basement"
Face it y'all niggas face down with your legs kicking
They call your momma Roy Jones cause she raise chicken
You're "Down for the Count" like Rah Digga I'm straight spittin
Make pigeons say, "Uh uh, no they didn't!"
Yes we did so god bless the kid yo
I got my own so I never stress his no

[Chorus]
In this journey you're the journal I'm the journalist
Am I eternal.. or an eternalist?
Soon as we showed up I sensed nervousness
As soon as we rolled up y'all niggas burn to this

Here we go
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeahhh)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah come on)
Yeah yeah
Come on come on

[Talib Kweli]
Yo we send this bullet straight towards your brain
We taking over like Moors in Spain there's more to gain
Runaways get aboard the train (come on)
You can't ignore the pain (no)
When it come down like the pouring rain
Caught the Train of Thought it clanked across the raw terrain
The cold weather break your spirit like a water main
I looked in your eyes and I saw the shame
Y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chains
No you can't imagine a future where this all can change
If one of us ain't free then we all to blame
So we attack each other fighting project wars and thang
It's all the same across the board we fall for game
You wanna see through that shit then you can call my name
Kweli I chop it up like raw cocaine
I drop gems at top ten, I'm not for the fame
You wanna test and I bet you get wrecked like lost planes
Yo

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

And there it is (yeah)
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Come on
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yeahh
Yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Yo yo yo
Say whaaat? Say what, say what, say what

[Talib Kweli]
I rock for the purists and I rock for the players
I rock for the fellas and I rock for the ladies (come on)
I rock for the elders and I rock for the babies (yeah)
I rhyme to the sirens that cry in the night (yeah)
Live on the mic even though I've been dying to write (yeah)
Since the days of flying a kite and ridin my bike (come on)
Open my eyes and keep the prize within my line of sight (yeah)
Now cats drop out of school to get fiends high on a pipe (word)
Seem like that's the ghetto way of tryin to fight
The system thats based on trying to stop you from shinning your light
We dying in spite of getting rich
That's why I rhyme like a battle emcee
Battling the tragedies and fallacies
That be killing niggas quicker than infant mortality
They acting like whats going on now is distant reality
Behaving so casually that they become a casualty
Plus they don't wanna battle me anyway
They try to walk away but they stumble like Macy Gray
Cats hit the tunnel to rumble and say, "Hey DJ!"
Make me wonder why they call Sunday the lazy day

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Check me out

yeah yeah
yeah yeah
yeah yeah (fades)

Embryonic Necropsy And Devourment (Carcass)

...Aborted gestation...foetal mutilation...
...Abortive secretions...embryonic fermentation...

Your crotch spawning afterbirth
A congealing sprog basted in cess
Palpitations spew a foetus
Sprawling in this mess...
Flowing lochial discharge
Of copious womb lining torn
The mutilated still-born mangled
By the whiplashing umbilical cord...

Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...

Suck cess on a plate. lick its pus from a spoon
Gnaw at rashes on a dish, munch on the expelled womb...

Its testicles incised - the foetus liquidized
Whick the parasite - the gross remains baptized...
[Solo: paturient paste sandwich]

Stagnant placenta and smelly fluids
The stiffening dead babe's crib
Disembowelling and gutting

Grating bone and rib
Fragile limbs pulverised
Dismemberment is so cruel
Soggy organs and paturient broth
Give piquance to this sickly gruel...

Mixing together post-natal juices
The dead infant used as stock
Slurping this horrendous concoction
Eat the cervical slop...
Lading our aborted derbis
Oozing guts chomped in your maw
The caesating premature baby
Nurtured in post-partum gore...

Drink bile from a cup, gulp its phlegm from a pot
Eat mucus on a saucer, choke on embryonic clots...
(Pasteurised foetus goulash)

Hey AZ (AZ)




[Featuring SWV]
What's the deal son?
Herm Fiasco
It's the world famous AZ Show
For the world (AZ Show)
[AZ]
No doubt, time to mellow out
Party at the yellow house, yell it out
Invites only, don't tell no slouch
How you feel around some made cats, really on chill
Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal
Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix
Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch
Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine
It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time
'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice
Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light
All them horney whites feeling like Christ with the army
Tight cons be writing all my life
It's based upon on how you burning incense
With intents to school the infants
The rules are different so for those that chose to listen
It's a dice game, never know, plans might change
Stay in your price range, far from the stress of night pains
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Long (**ed up, all night)
Long (**ed up, all night)
[AZ]
So many deaf and blind got caught up or left behind
I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine
Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing
Me and the crew win the gold B.M. O.D-ing, top speed
Blowing through the sweet night breeze where ever life leads
Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese
Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely
Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well
Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell
Playing park benches, burning L's
It's all basics, probation, open cases
We ill natured, being trained young from hatred
Trapped in the arms of satan, congregatin'
Conversatin', trying to map ways of escaping
It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere
Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels and souvenirs
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Long (**ed up, all night)
Long (**ed up, all night)
AZ, knock me off my dog gone shoes
[AZ]
For the world, no more case pending
It's all a brand new begining
AZ I'm back winning, dressed in black linen
Attract women, low fade ways later spending this
State paid four different ways
Put my bid in, no sleep, be playing with time
My mind goes deep these cold streets rock a diamond chip, goutee
Trying to stay sane, amoungst the madness and maintain
Though the game changed, the message evolved or made plain
Poor advice given, we'll strive for nice livin'
Inside some pay the price or we'll spend nights in prison
Plea bargain, hopin' my peoples speak the problem
We each disolving trying to make moves to keep from starving
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night (all night)
Yeah, Herm Fiasco (**ed up, all night)
AZ (**ed up, all night)
Hey AZ (**ed up, all night)
Hey AZ (**ed up, all night
Long (**ed up, all night)
Long (**ed up, all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me **ed up (**ed up)
All night

Repo Man (The Coup)




[singers]
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know JUST who he is!
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank?
Y'all know who he is
Y'all know JUST who he is!

[E-Roc]
Now WHO'S that mother**er who rollin down my street
Every other week, jackin shit, while ya sleep
Creepin through the cuts, heartless don't give a **
if ya broke, "Did you pay last month's car note?"
Ohh, I be scrapin, scratchin for bones
I got the cellular phone I just picked up on loans
Keepin up with them Jones put my**in debt
Now who's the mother**er tryin to take my shit?
It's the Repo Man, addin interest rates
He's got "BREAK-YO'SELF" on his license plate
He took my color TV, the dining room set
The microwave, my daddy's Corvette
If you in debt, he's gon' get yo'**for somethin
I heard - it's No Future in Yo' Frontin
So let it be known, black folks don't own
they just give us this shit on loan!

[singers]
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
It's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank?
It's the Repo Man
God DAMN it's the Repo Man

[Boots]
Seen him slidin through the town about eleven o'clock
A 1994 850 and the tires were stock
He'll make a visit to your house like without no knock
And if you pulls out a pole it wouldn't be no shock
I gives a ** how much you bench press, if you ain't pushin up
that twenty-five percent interest, your property gets chin checked
Reposessed, now your ride is at the shoe department, dressed for less
He gives a ** if youse a mobber with three toddlers and a infant
He'll take the TV and the carpet in the living room that's stain resistant
It's like living in the house wit yo' daddy pearchin nice
You can own a chair, but it's still Pop's merchandise
and ain't no gettin up and movin outside
The Repo Man got clientele worldwide
But trip on this, when you think you step ahead
Cause most likely, you one paycheck ahead
of the Repo Man

[singers]
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
Y'all know it's the Repo Man
It's the Repo Man!
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank?
It's that Repo Man
God DAMN it's the Repo Man

[singers]
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank?
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank?
Who is the mother**er rollin through the hood?
Who is the mother**er up to no good?
Who is the mother**er takin your bank?
Who is the mother**er always on the gank? ..

Pattern Against User (At The Drive-In)

The proposition
Handcuffed to the park bench
Hypodermic people poking
fun at the living
Please take the weight out of this
It takes the weight out of living
Are we just infants
That are ripe for the training
The opposition
Can't feel the tentacle reach suction cup the numb arms of the elderly
Please lift the weight out of this
It takes the weight out of living
Let these walkers trip on endless proof

Pattern against user- dilated
Bastard waiting for nothing
Circus carny guarding
The gates of heaven
Pact stuck in limbo abduction
Wormed our way through distant earth

This intuition
Limps with the cane of suspicion
Folding space in the crease of this page
It takes the weight out of this
It takes the weight out of-
Trickling the ticking of this grandfather clock
The opposition
Can't feel the tentacle reach suction cup the numb arms of the elderly

Pattern against user- dilated
Bastard waiting for nothing
Circus carny guarding
The gates of heaven
Pact stuck in limbo abduction
Wormed our way through distant earth

And if this clock keeps ticking away
Will time be hesitated
Of all the minutes that were taken away
Will your watch be waiting
Sand falls through
Time portals
These landfills- immortal
And if this clock keeps beating down
Let the branded time keep playing
Of all the minutes that were taken away
Will your watch be waiting

Pattern against user- dilated
Bastard waiting for nothing
Circus carny guarding
The gates of heaven
Pact stuck in limbo abduction
Wormed our way through distant earth

Collude/Intrude (Company Flow)




featuring J Treds

[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P prepare you have approximately five minutes
** the bullshit Time/Warner will fall
Record labels will fall the Earth will crumble
Begin

[El Producto]
Enter the all city access and encounter the likes of these
Regionally no one relaxes actual
No wonder I'ma type to crush contenders with pure chewing satisfaction
Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction
Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion
Elbowed with a vacumn pure death MC's with closed captions
Wind up in the willows, catch the whirling dervish
Or the dead and dumb millenium is at your service
Flow the plaque, instigate lyrics then backfile another MC
who thought cause he was dipped in powder blue that he could rock pastel
Got your hip-hop essence out of the Cross Colours catalog
while I launch technology
Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology
**in up to the chest I bucks the city us Bad Touchin
Boogie to break to bumrushin
Fresh start taming biofeed this track achieves
pain penicilin crack and AZT couldn't relieve
Being Sizzlean I will trim the fat like Susan Powders
Disrespectin burners like cap, lickin off shots from clocktowers
Play ring around the dead nation
The Deadhead situation, situated to see-saw creation
MC's are helpless like Gadzook keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation ** that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
And got the El P rookie cards stuck in they bicycle spoke
For those VH-1 crystalized pseudo rip flows
Let the liquid talon soak into the seam of your coat
Meet the professional dead or alive politrick technician
Straight neck capital P for the deep throat dickin
I was that first monkey to touch the Monolith, delinquent
Up in that crack like white squaw for the weekend
and I sunk your Battleship
Parked in a hot zone, live to the E. Bola
Manifest brain tumors through the phone as you roam in your Motorolas

[J-Treds]
All hail, J and El the fan drives, we got the grand prize
Foes fantasize runner up, the closest they can see it because
skills so lenient I've been boastin with half a flow
They can't handle the whole weight son, diagnosis, bullemic believe it
My best line, too advanced for Pop Warner
you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch
But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score
How you gonna tackle the topic when you suckers two hand touch it?
We're too damn much for your defense break you down, zone weakens
Words bring embarassment, Captains look like third string in comparison
to this too well known to kick fat flow
And beat suckers straight up and down, Tic-Tac-Toe
Game over when I blow your mind, but then I aimed over explosive cuts
Verbal flamethrower, serving roasted nuts
as after battle snacks you wish you wore a cup in your panties
So all you pussies in this rap game, time to up the ante
What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny
Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV
Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that weak shit
Before the battle I hit em off with fat, ladies latest release on cassette
They were done from the start
Ran for the finish got detoured from the fast route by another
One spot holder hold ground for our town, N.Y.
For those who don't acknowledge they get left**out plumbers

[announcer]
Congratulations Len, you have made it halfway
They are falling, their armies are retreating
The job is not over, you must continue, please move forward
El P, bring out tactic evasion, start, summation equals now
Do not fail us, we're counting on you

[El Producto]
For thoughts I see hot like three males with a cot included
Where the Sidewalk Ends and all your linear math gets diluted
Infant when he Star Spangled, packed a brand
circular medicine and deject wreck-the-tangle
** Time/Warner and it's affiliates, for runnin that wannabe Big Willie shit
Leave those fancy clothes up to the Pope
List all personal posessions in your liner note
While I connect wreck genuinely cuttin through these red ropes
Son grip the love spigot, yeah that's the ticket
This platoon pop 99 Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA patterns to wish you could climb
Just a little girl around the way of my set, that's the time
Enter the evil opus, focus on rap scrambling
Record labels to expect not reaction is bad gambling
I know a few true that make we, collusion
El P and J-Treds pentrate cranial intrusion

[J-Treds]
We do this one time so catch it, two of the illest and unsigned
Lethal seperate but combined, friction created a frontline a rhyming
Got you steppin, tryin to evade us bustin caps in your thoughts
But now crossfire catching's added to your job skills
top of your resume
Submitted applyin, for lyric positions that we occupied yesterday
but got the pink slip, labels on some not think shit
Requiring, brain absence lobotomy reigns/rains, rapids
That trap gets full, by J and El evasion tactics
Our equations infinite, punks distortin random access
Havin half words recyclin tracks like plastic, please forfeit
Flippin the same script, I hope it has reinforcements, or else
it's torn to pieces while our thesis is untouched
Saved on my PC under the filename of Funcrush
Megabytes bumrush, by one punch, upon my keyboard
My data's the top secret that mad suckers will fiend for
Come from the last to be cut from Dream Team Three
We be the ones who shine, prepare for butt, kickin
Rarely benchwarmin throwin down, all too often
While others barely touch rim and that's when they're butt licking

[announcer]
Done, job well done
They know who we are, they know we know who they are
They will fall, they are going to have to repeat
Understand, they will no longer monopolize
Time/Warner will fall, I'm proud of you, come home

Torn (Toad The Wet Sprocket)

i fear nothing
besides myself
please don't touch me
love like an infant trying to stand up

am i two souls
one hard, one whole
am i real
i don't want to feel anything
anymore

i feel nothing
besides this pain
please don't watch me
love like an infant
scared and crawling

Patricia (Perry Como)

Oh Patricia my darling Patricia
you can make all my dreamin come true
your heart is as** as a bright summers day
your much fairer than heavens blue skys


Oh patricia my lovely Patricia
You can make all my dreamin come true
my heart is just droolin
Patricia not foolin
I'm falling in love with you

This is probably not completely accurate but I remember it as a child. My
grandfather gave me this record when I was about 7 or so. I used to play
it over and over. I've wanted the lyrics or even a recording of it for
years.

Patricia The Stripper (Chris De Burgh)

Patricia The Stripper

Dennis is a menace with his "anyone for tennis?"
And beseeching me to come and keep the score...
And Maud saya "Oh Lord! I'm so terribly bored!"
I really can't stand it anymore...

I'm going out to dinner, with a gorgeous singer,
To a little place I've found down by the quay;
Her name is Patricia, she calls herself Delicia,
And the reason isn't very hard to see...

She says God made her a sinner just to keep fat men thinner,
As they tumble down in heaps before her feet.
They hang around in groups like battle-weary troops,
One can often see them queue right down the street...
You see Patricia, or Delicia, not only is a singer
She also removes all her clothing...
For Patricia is the best stripper in town,
And with a swing of her hips she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all the clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were banging on the door,
On a Saturday night, in nineteen twenty-four...
Take it away boys!
But poor Patricia was arrested and everyone detested,
The manner in which she was exposed,
And later on in court, well, everybody thought
A summer run in jail would be proposed,

But the judge said, "Patricia,
Or may I say, Delicia,
The facts of this case lie before me...
Case dismissed ... this girl was in her working clothes!!"

And with a swing of her hips, she started to strip,
To tremendous applause she took off her drawers,
And with a lick of her lips she undid all her clips,
Threw it all in the air, and everyone stared,
And as the last piece of clothing fell to the floor,
The police were yelling out for more!!!
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...
On a Saturday night in nineteen twenty-four...

Hiro's Song (Ben Folds)

My name is Hiro I am 51
Since 1980 life has been no fun
And I don´t wanna die
I left my family for the secretary

ah ah
ah ah
ah ah

Her name is Yuko she is 22
She and my daughter were best friends in High School
They say I´m crazy and it´s temporary
But I refuse to rot like my contemporaries

I wanna explode
In a Karaoke supernova

I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah!

Last night she dressed me up in HipHop pants
The phat g-stylin´ rides below your ass
She wants to show me to her mum and dad
I told her I would not be down with that

Cause lately I can feel the years between us
I hope to God my friends at work don´t see us
Tonight she asked my if I ever see Jesus
Cause she had backstage passes for the three of us

I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
In a Karaoke Supernova, yeah!

So now she´s gone and broke my heart, goddamn her
Turns out she´s been ** this drum programer
She likes his style, she likes his rockstar glamour
Well she´s an infant, he can damn-well have her!

I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
I don´t wanna grow old
Won´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
I don´t wanna grow old
WOn´t you let me, won´t you let me explode
in a Karaoke Supernova!


Video


La joven cantante de música venezolana Patricia Infante, en su participación en el evento cultural Lenguaje, música y Expresión realizado en el IUETAEB.




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