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Escuchar MÚSICA LLANERA - PATRICIA INFANTE


Letras

Deme Quaden Thyrane (Marduk)

On a cold mist october morning
In the year of the lord 1462
The horses appeared on the hills of Brasov
The process of damnation would soon begun

Dracul would show the world how to correct
The rumanians which lacked strength or showed disrespect
The following story is just one of many on Draculs way
To outwipe every opposer who didn't him blindly obey

He killed by crushing them under the wheels of barrows
Others were undressed and skinned alive
To their very bowels and others were still impaled upon wooden poles
Or fried over the glowing embers placed under them

The cold wind of death follow in his way
Deme quaden thyrane

Some of them were run through with stakes that impaled their heads, breasts
and behind
Until the pole was driven through the mouth
To ellude the lack of any cruelty he drew stakes through
The breasts of mothers and then he went on by impaling
Their infants upon these

The cold wind of death follows in his way
Deme quaden thyrane

So many have to die
By the horrible ways of torturing them
With such instruments that can only be invented
By the most nefarious cruelty possessed
Uttermost dreadful tyrant that ever existed

But the hungarian king Mathias Corvinus now Dracul betrayed
And for twelve long years Vlad now in the kings prison stayed
But the bonds of blood that Dracul in prison tied
Made his king in Wallachia again with Mathias as an allied
With lord Stefan Bathori's army and military skill
Dracul now will make all saches, boyars, Danesti's and turks blood chill

C.O.B. (SILENT NIGHT) (Videodrone)

(Videodrone/Public Domain)

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
'Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia
Christ the savior is born
Christ the savior is born

Silent Night (Christmas Carols)




Silent night! holy night!
All is calm all is bright
round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace!
Silent night! holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
glories stream from heaven afar
heavenly hosts sing Alleluia
Christ the Saviour is born!
Silent night! holy night!
Son of God love's pure light
radiant beams from thy holy face
with the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord at they birth.


Patricia The Stripper (Wombats)

She works downtown in an unmarked bar,
Flyin' round poles she always gave me the fright of my life
I didn't mean to get involved it was the alcohol
Mixed with an *empty Teenage Life*
Its such a bad idea to fall in love with a 'lady of the night'

Why didn't God give her two left feet
Then she couldn't run away from me!

Months go by and I'm alone in bed
While she's greasing up for when the businessmen and lawyers arrive
I've got to wear a beard a suit and tie
To get past the door if I want to see my girl tonight
I go to all this effort just to see my fair Patricia going home with some other guy

Why didn't God give her two left feet
Then she couldn't run away from me!
Why didn't God give her two left feet
then she couldn't run away from me!

She thinks I'm sad and that's alright
But she doesn't hate me so there's my little alibi
I can't, I can't leave, I can't I can't I can't
She's my coked-up botox girl

Patricia, Patricia
Oh Patricia the Stripper you are my sunshine
Oh Patricia the stripper come on home tonight
Oh Patricia the Stripper you are my sunshine
So why can't you come home with me tonight?

Panasonic Youth (Dillinger Escape Plan)

We wrote these plans
Took the order the architecture
And followed them to the end
Until the gears ground cold and relentless
There was no remorse
We had none
We kept on
With no trace of a regret
I never saw any blood
No soul for the body
Watch them turn her scab covered skin into stone
Like a coal in the sky
Searching for the dawn for the last time
Bloated with white eyes wide
We've come to an understanding
You lose, I profit
High noon and there ain't
No secrets, no more excuses
Now our number's up
Let them lead us by the throat
Now just smile
While the rope pulls tighter
Guilty is an understatement
The hourglass is never right side up
And all the time
We try to tear the script up
Forgetting all the sour for the sweet
The paragraph has never been so empty
The mother dies with infant in arms
The lifeless test tube,
Look what she's done
Evolution gave us a clock
That's always winding down

Streets Disciple (Nas)

[Nas]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You was born in the eighties, pops drove a Mercedes
Did a bid, coming home to some grown**kid
Crack baby turn to young thug, description might fit you
Look around it might hit you
No joke, I wanna pistol fight with you
Shit comes around faster than you think
Blood and white chalk makes pink, so what's that make you?
Become a creature of habitat, the average cat
Won't see where it's at, or where it's going
The hood waits for no one
I've been through it from Ewings to Buicks, to body viewings
Car chases to court cases, to fly vacations
From wanting it all, to being the object of your admiration
Imagination is what they lack
It stops niggaz from getting stacks
feeling trapped on the block with loose cracks
Wisdom is vital for the survival of the street's disciple

[Chorus]
"From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample)
"Starring out, a young disciple" (Nas Sample)
"You had that gleam in your eye" (Olu Daru sample)
Disciple of the projects!
"From the day you were born" (Olu Daru sample)
"Street's Disciple" (Nas Sample)
"Disciple of the projects" (Olu Daru sample)

[Nas]
Moonstruck stuck, slow as molasses in my actions
That's compliments of a fast spliff in the night life
In my flight jacket, adrenaline heightened, mimickin Tyson
after watchin him cut up Razor Ruddock
In the gutter, which was once ghetto prophecy is now ghetto scripture
Lookin back at it, blowjobs from pretty crack addicts
Older Gods wantin no static, told some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin and toe-taggin
They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true +God's Son+ - not Jesus, but fearless
His ear was up on them sounds too, he'd hear somethin
not to his likin, and say 'Son they bitin you"
He never got to see my debut, wild-mannered
But wild with them hammers, niggaz frontin couldn't stand it
Took him off the planet, left us in 9-2
With the philosophy of what arms do, a true street's disciple

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knocking
Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants
It's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991, son, gold fronts on the facial, gun buck by the naval
Disciple could blaze you, we laced it with embalming fluid
Rhyming to music all this time
Fighting 'bout how Kane and Rakim would do it
Seemed impossible to us that we could ever leave
From the block, where the world was forever freezing
Hell if I ever let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
** these devil policemen, plush leathers, I need them
Risking my freedom, burners in bubble coats
** a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's **ing ho's, old fart, he's busting ones when he stroke
Multi-colored Pelle Pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in a cycle, future disciples

[Chorus]

Keep It Hype (Mystikal)




Testin testin testin
You can hear me what what what?
MIC check one check check check
You can hear me? YO!
I'm loud enough? Yo!
Mic mic micraphone check check
Yo can you hear me?
Yo!

Chorus: repeat 2X (w/ variations throughout)

YIKES!!! You know what I like? (What?)
I keep it hype the words that I write (Oh)
I rock the whole crowd I don't need a mic (Huh?)
I say my rhyme LOUD with all of my might

Verse One:

People say that nigga CRAZY, I'm throwin off
I raise my voice up then, GO OFF!!
The king of different, titan of screamin chantin louder than
a hundred people clappin (GO) keep them **in speakers crackin
Rockin it, about to ROLL
The sticker on the tag can't make it ragged
Vocals that'll blow horns til your**in traction
Disgusting like that valve on your bike with the basket
BLING BLING comin through, not excuse me
I'm the nigga that's makin this loud**music

Chorus

Verse Two:

The doctor slapped my ass, so I've been hollerin since an infant
Gotta make sure they hear me cause I wants my attention!
Disturb the class, so I stayed in detention
Couldn't whisper when I was talkin so they sent me to the office
The principal say, "Young man what seem to be the problem?"
Said, "I try to be quiet but I just can't seem to lower the volume"
"Hmm, what's your name?" -- "Michael Tyler"
"Perhaps you'd be interested in joining our school choir?"
Said, "Nah that's for funny boys"
"Either that or a suspension," while you roll, HERE I COME BOY
I wanna holla, but I gotta try: *clears throat*
DOE RAY MI FAH SOH! Ahh no!
That ain't gonna cut it, that ain't gonna get it
Then the teacher said, "Maybe you can try something ath-letic"
But I'm too clumsy so I went to the band
But I made more noise honkin than I did when I was playin!
YIKES!!! That ain't workin so I'm leavin
The very next day I was in ROTC
Had no problems soundin off like I had a pair, THREE FOUR
But I just ain't like them tight**green pants that I had to wear
All this ? made me tired, on top of that
one of my teachers wanna see my**outside
I went downstairs to the yard
When I got there I seen my teacher with about eight fine broads
I said, "You lookin for me? I'm the one who be talkin loud"
She said, "Damn, nigga we need you on our cheerleadin squad"
HELL NO, never ever Trevor
Either that or a report card filled with the F letter
GO, TEAM, FIGHT, WIN
Nah this shit ain't cool, ** THESE TEACHERS AND THIS SCHOOL
Got a loud mouth but I don't know what to use it for
'til they told me that they was gon' put me in the TALENT SHOW

Chorus

* lots of repetitions of YIKES!!! Y-Y-Y-YIKES!!! *

Sacrifice (The Roots)

[Black Thought]

Listen, I got you phobic offa this like arachnid
Drastic, it ain't plastic, it's just Pro black-ness
Grown man tactics no pediatrics
The kind of track that make the comeback miraculous
The catalyst. Thought with the knack of splashin
I'm dashin, I mastered the craft of mashin
The level-headed thoroughbred the females passion
Magnetic attraction be keeping em askin
The crews in the Cadillac, the Pendergrassin
Swerve half-** won't come near crashin
But if I go to Heaven would you know my name
Or would it be the same for you like I was Eric Clapton, huh?
Clap for your freedom dog , that's what's happenin
My spit take critical political action
The hustle is a puzzle, each piece is a fraction
And every word that's understood is a transaction
I'm an S.P. soldier, microphone holder
Rep Philly set
From Bolivia to Boulder
Paris, France to Tip and Thai Yoga
How we gon' make it through the dark?
I'll show ya..

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes before you smile you've got to cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Listen, yo kick off ya shoes, jump off the jock
I fly higher than them dudes from off ya block
My name Black, the style is unorthodox
It tap chins wit ya mens who you thought could box
A couple people wanted Thought to stop
but guess what?
My man grab the missile, plug for the gut
Now next time greedy stop being such a glut
I'm precise with it like Faheim with haircuts
We up close on em with toast but no crust
It's fructose on em they froze and won't bust
Choke on your face you jewels is lacklustre
Gotta put it to ya straight
y'all fools is jacked up
Came close to the utmost but no cogar
Nose to the grindstone, head to the stars
The number one runner with the number one drummer
Grammy award-winning it's the world's eight wonder
Come on!

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Yo, your first impression might be I'm a asshole
Or say I'm sometimey and give people a hassle
Or try to suntouch and put the heat in a capsule
Dog I'm far deeper than that though,
I get in the zone, recognise I'm a rolling stone
No time to lollygag or lounge with scallywags
Gimme the disc or I'll put it where your body at
Old school spit flow laid over Trotter tracks
With no apology, fraud or tricknology
Just trust what I see and I say and follow me
My way, I be the open book, look inside me
The star of the story that the grooveteller guide me
Through all the dark times part of the business
The light be contingent on small forensics
My microphone'll make a man a newborn infant
It's true so the true gon' sense it
I get in the zone

Tell you one lesson I've learned
If you wanna reach something in life
You ain't gonna get in unless
You give a little bit of sacrifice
Ooh sometimes you gotta smile before you cry
You need a heart that's filled with music
If you use it you can fly
If you wanna be high

Return Of Da Baby Killa (Brotha Lynch Hung)




featuring X-Raided

You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep **in' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother**er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-** a slut
Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother**er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, ** 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother**er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

That's right. Once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to ** with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my mutha**in' legacy
But watch your back. Niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a ** cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 God in Black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my mutha**a to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the ** goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. Nigga must be livin' up in
hell
And here I am, same mutha**a that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mutha**a
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Rough Rugged & Raw (The Lady Of Rage)




featuring Tha Dogg Pound, Snoop

[Snoop]
Rage... what does that word mean, Rage?
Out-Rage-ous, vindictive... conspicuous
All about it, got to have it
The big bo-ty girl

[Rage & Daz together]
You don't know what you in store for
Rough, rugged, and raw (raw hardcore)
Rough, rugged, and raw (raw)

[Snoop, trading off with Rage]
Hey yo Robin (whassup?) I feel like squabbin (what?)
And if you wit me (uh-huh) I know that you're mobbin (c'mon)
It ain't no thang (uh-uh) it ain't no problem
(And if it was?) Mmm, I know that we could solve em

[Daz & Rage together]
Yeah, rough (rugged and raw)
Rugged (rough, rugged, and raw
Hard-core (rough, rugged, and raw)
Rugged (rough, rugged, and raw)

[Dat Nigga Daz]
Ahh, kick shit off so tight, kick rhymes
I kick real shit when I recite
The poetry lethal as ?Moe Brown?
I got you hoppin with a new sound
Dat Nigga Daz showin up to put it down
Who's the example, who tried to come and make my fear
MC's come around and kick the shit that's real
KnowhatImean? Get steamed, the pressure in, to the extreme
It ain't a dream, real shit from real MC's
I can't complain or explain it I run you over like a train
Bang and hang, box rhyme skate, then swang
It ain't a thang, cover quarter artificial rappers
B-boys and MC's, what's happenin
Check it, tell me, nuthin could save ya
You better watch out, cause nuthin could save ya
I blast you lay you down surround you with the hypnotical sound
The Lady of Rage and the Pound for life
I keep it underground, no matter where I'm from
I keep it real with a sound, you better watch it
for the battleground, for instance, I spray your
whole god damn crew put you out of commission, fool listen
Wise up and pay attention, and take heed
til you get driven, into the floor
until you don't want no more, I can't stop repeatedly
You heard shots (pop pop pop) turn on the six o'clock
and who'd you see, who I popped, is it you? Or is it him?
Is it one of your parents, is it your friend?

[Rage & Daz]
Rough, rugged, and raw (hardcore)
Rough, rugged, and raw, hah (hardcore)
Rough, rugged, and raw (hardcore)
Rough, rugged, and raw

[The Lady of Rage]
Now check this
The key in the game is to be in the game
It's all about the fortune, mother** the game
It's not the same, I ain't tryin to make me no names
Live on stage, it's the Lady of Rage, I don't
follow no fads, the Lady of Rage is bad
Bad down to the marrow keep your eyes on the sparrow
Pure raw rough rugged and hardcore, Robin's on the soar
The deadliest to take flight
The bomb rhyme condor, rhyme conniseur in my castle
You don't want no hastle, you don't wanna battle
Skeedaddle, be on your merry way (cause what?)
Cause on this very day you're Going Down like Mary J.
Whip you like cream it's the cream of the crop, the top notch
to win the wars without tecs and glocks, Rage rocks
Always and forever to the casket bruh
All up in that**til you had enough

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Cause she's the queen of the hip-hop game, you know her name
She sent on a mission so I gots to handle things
I can't let her down, I gots to represent the Pound
With the hardco' rough rugged, for yo' nugget
You love it, you dug it
The shit on tape young nigga, so hurry up and dub it
Hey yo Robin (whassup?) I feel like squabbin (what?)
So if you're wit me (uh-huh) I know that you're mobbin (c'mon)
It ain't no thing (uh-huh) it ain't no problem (uhh, and if it was)
Uhh, you know that we could solve em

[The Lady of Rage]
Now everytime I step into a room, KA-BOOM!!
Here comes the heavyweight masha, in any shape form or fashion
Rip the roof off the mother kick the frame out this **er (hayyyy!)
Cause Rage shit, pops with extra butter
Hotter than the 4th of July, I tell you no lie
Til the, uhh, day I die, I be fly Robin fly
Smackin with the swiftness, witness this comin
I'm wipin suckers out, so you can call me ahh the clean up woman
But I gots, better things to do like making, cheddar with my crew
Like shaking and baking rookies like cookies and umm veterans too
I got beaucoup flow, who you know that can go toe to toe
I'm the heavyweight champ, hah, you'll get stamped
Send it, I'm hittin hard enough to dent this, I'm relentless
I leave your whole camp tentless, so bow down in repentance
or pay the Price like Vincent, smack that**like infants
Period end of sentence, this is how I end this, hayyyY!
Break it down


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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