Personal Lyrics

Artist: The Vamps / Release:2017-10-01 / Album: Night & Day (Day Edition)

Don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

I think it's time I lay my heart out on the line

I think it's time to say what's playing on my mind

I see you out with him and I say that I'm fine

Happens every time (every time)

I'm sick and tired of playing games

I'm sick and tired of being second place

And I know if I never try

I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired

Don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see, girl)

You know how much I love it when you call me out

You see it in my eyes, the way they follow you around

'Cause yeah, I like the way you dance

You know I do, yeah I do

'Cause that's just you

I'm sick and tired of being friends

I'm sick and tired of being there

And I know if I never try

I'll be sick and tired of being sick and tired

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

So, let's make it personal

Tell me what you like

Let's make it personal

'Cause I know that you want to try to get personal

Tell me what you like

Let's make it personal (personal)

So, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Girl, don't take it personal

But personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

But worse of all, you don't even see (you don't even see)

Motown 25 Lyrics

Artist: Elzhi / Release:2008-08-12 / Album: EuroPass

I end careers, years, pierce ears fierce with spears

They say I'm gifted, get lifted like the beers in Cheers

Catch a thunder bolt, pockets stay lump from hundred notes

Stunning quotes make you run your coat while the sun's afloat

Prehaps, my skill is real as G Rap's

It feel as ill as concealing drills in the knee caps

Your funny style get three snaps in the circle when off

The purple and greens, I'm higher than the jeans on Urkell, then I murk you

Bust tecs, the lead sparking now who be my next head target

I lift up, roll out, like the red carpet

Say my name three times in the mirror and if I hear you

I'll appear clearer, extend both arms and pull you nearer

Pound for pound, I'm pretty live on the mic

And keep it flooded like Mike, on Motown 25

Put your soul on ice and sold it for a whole known price

I'm nice, keep a knot swole on dice

Grin is sarcastic, the way my pen'll spark acid on the bar

Whether in the crib or the car, blast it

Son is a, prob rob funds from your publisher

While his dogs put his guns to you like the Punisher

Or the Terminator, flow is harder

Than a German major midterm paper, the kid burns the saber

Striking cats, how you want it, gats, spike or bats

I know you liking that, I stay sharper than Viking hats

Exhale, blowed mist, served you with a cold dish

Niggas vomiting, bowels moving, they can't hold piss

El and Royce, double team, hotter than a cup of steam

Club your spleen and bury you, just as deep as a submarine

Flawless, should be that very reason you applaud us

You saw us laying down a law just as raw as a crawfish

You met your death and although, I took away your breath

And I ran, I still left with a Grand like Theft Auto

You little niggas can't touch me, baby

Okay, maybe Jay Z or maybe not

Pardon if I sound lazy, I've been puffing crazy

Writing Puff's shit, so mothafucka fuck you, pay me

Or lay down in your feces, my guns talk, I'm speechless

My Pen's that Teller, I bends that fella, now peep this

I eat you and then wash you down with who you eat with

Me and Elzhi, yeah, we split

He's sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of how sick

He is, he's sick of how sick me, is me, baby me

Sickest in the D, since the Shady LP

I can fuck, that's what ladies tell me

'83 I was fucking, I was six, head in my momma's daycare

Yeah, that was nothing, I'm the shit

Back into my rhyme again, niggas call me arrogant

That's because I'm confident, I found it when I found a pen

Three deals later, three meals later, tryna win

About to be signed again, that's right I'm bout to clown again

Knock-knock, who is that? It's the cat that'll snap

Throw cheese in the trap, on you homie, you a rat

Ha-ha-ha, I'm back, matter of fact I've never left

Those who say they ain't expect it, can't accept it

Haters left this, boy no choice but to blow

Fuck another ho from on another pole, fuck a show

Fuck a flow, I'm about getting money fast

While you rapping or perhaps you hustling sucka slow

Ice glow, sticky green, bush on sicky team

Capone, put powerful "White Boy Ricky" cream

Get him straight if he leans, fifty fiends in a line

Nickel Nine, been around, niggas you would kneel around

From Milan to Iran, I'm a don

Now when I'm around niggas calming down eating like it's Ramadan

Aesthetics Of Hate Lyrics

Artist: Machine Head / Release:2007-03-27 / Album: The Blackening

You tried to spit in the eye of a dead man's face

Attacked the ways of a man not yet in his grave

But your hate was over all too soon

Because nothing is over, and nothing's through

'Til we bury you

For the love of brother

I will sing this fucking song

Aesthetics Of Hate

I hope you rot in hell

The words I read on the screen left me fucking sick

I felt the hatred rising, you son of a bitch

You branded us pathetic for our respect

But he made us Driven

Such deep reverence

Far beyond the rest

For the love of brother

I will say these fucking words

Aesthetics Of Hate

I hope you burn in hell

Long live memories

Live his freedom vicariously

Defend tenfold

His honor we'll always uphold

For the love of brother I will

Say these fucking words

No silence against ignorance

Iconoclast, I hope you burn!

Burn! In! Hell!

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God strike them down

May the hands of God...

...Strike...

....Down

Strike...Down

Oh! May the hands of God strike them down!

May the hands of God strike them down!

May the hands of God strike them down!

May the hands of God! Strike!

Down!

They Try to Tell Me Lyrics

Artist: PEZ / Release:2016-11-04 / Album: Don't Look Down

Forthwrizzy son, let's go

Ayo, I walk in the room like "'60 is here!"

I keep on saying it till somebody gives me a beer

Yeah, a comfortable style, wonderful smile

You don't like me, you're stuck in denial

Yeah, I walk in the room like "PEZ is in the room"

Make the most of it people, I'll be exiting it soon

Ridiculous flow, bitch you should know

There isn't anybody better that's why everybody says it

(Forthwrite) It's PEZ homie, you know me

The dude walking the club in the fluro jeans

Yeah, don't even act like you don't know '6

When you go sick that your throats go....

Hearing rude folks boo us

That's like having 2Pac fans in the Ku Klux Klan

Yeah, it doesn't happen because you love rappin'

So much that even if you don't you still go nuts

They try to tell me what to say (Wanna critique our songs)

They try to tell me to write, but what do the people want?

They try to tell me what to say (Yeah)

But I write

I write what I like

If you say you don't support Aussie Hip-Hop

Who gives a fuck, at least four ockers pissed off

They keep saying to us "stay underground"

Why the fuck would be do that? We wanna make money now

Yeah, I think I want a figure around eight-hundred-thou'

'Cause I'm getting sick of living in the same fuckin' house

I need something bigger than the place I'm in now

'Cause I want a lot of space when my mates come around

Now you know I'm out to get dough from the get go

I wanna slick sick flip phone with a ringtone (Ha)

So everybody thinks I'm rich when I ring home (Okay)

And I can ball out (Yeah) till I fall down

Ayy PEZ, I can lip read (Yeah?)

You see that dude talkin' to his mum now, I know exactly what that shit mean

You think I'm in need? Bitch pleaseI just moved to Switzerland to make heaps of cheddar; Swiss Cheese

They try to tell me what to say (Wanna critique my songs)

They try to tell me to write, what do the people want?

But I write

I write what I like

'Kay, yo

You know I took my first steps way before I could talk (yep)

I didn't need to crawl 'cause I could already walk

Right from the first second I was born out the womb

I just popped out and dropped down and walked out the room

Boom, If we dislike someone then we giving the bird

I mean we buy a parrot and we give 'em the bird

The first time you hear that you'll probably think it's absurd

Until we rock up on your doorstep and give you a bird (Ha)

I love the vibe that a funeral makes

Yeah, I love the taste of them urinal cakes (God)

Um... that's pretty unusual ayy?

Nah, put some chutney on the top and they're beautiful mate (What?)

See me in a cage with a snake tryna play fight

With a canine and great white at the same time

Nah, I'm afraid right, the only reason

I play and I stage dive's 'cause I literally got stage fright

(Go *screams* *thud* Oh-ho-ho, walk it off mate)

They try to tell me what to say (Wanna critique my songs)

They try to tell me to write, what do the people want?

But I write

(I write down whatever I want '6, that's the point)

They try to tell me what to say (They try to tell me)

They try to tell me to write (They try to tell me)

But I write

I write what I like

Little Red Rooster Lyrics

Artist: Z.Z. Hill

I am the little red rooster

Too lazy to crow for day

I am the little red rooster

Too lazy to crow for day

Keep everything in the farm yard

Upset in every way

The dogs begin to bark

Hounds begin to howl

Dogs begin to bark

Hounds begin to howl

Watch out strange cat people

Little red rooster's on the prowl

If you see my little red rooster

Please drive him home

If you see my little red rooster

Please drive him home

Ain't had no peace in the farm yard

Since my little red rooster's been gone

Samurai Lyrics

Artist: Erste Allgemeine Verunsicherung / Album: Neppomuk's Rache

If you want to see a Nakedei

You fly to Thailand

Madame Butterfly makes you high

Für Kilo oder zwei, oh

Herr Meier fährt in Urlaub nur

Nach Bangkok oder Singapur

Doch nicht wegen Landschaft

Wegen weiblicher Bekanntschaft

Zuhause ist Herr Meier eine graue Maus

Im goldenen Dreieck läßt er Sau heraus

Eine Lotusblüte - wunderzart und fein

Von allerbester Güte, lädt Herrn Meier ein:

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Zahlst du mi cash, hupf i aus der Wäsch

So schiach kannst gar net sein! Ohhh!

Herr Meier find' in Thailand

Nur Essen nicht sehr leiwand;

Mag Curry nicht und Sojakeim

Mag Wiener Schnitzel wie daheim!

So eine Massage liebt Herr Meier sehr

Und für bessere Gage, kriegt er noch etwas mehr

Ja, im Land des Lächelns sind die Frauen klein

Er beginnt zu hecheln, könnt seine Tochter sein!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Zahlst du mi cash, hupf i aus der Wäsch

So schiach kannst gar net sein! Ohhh!

Daheim ist Meier sehr verklemmt

Doch hier kauft er sich Seidenhemd!

Am Strande von Pattaya

Da schwellen ihm die Adern!

Herr Meier fliegt nun gleich weg

Der Urlaub, der ist aus

Vom goldenen Dreieck bringt

Er was mit nach Haus:

Er spürt ein Zwicki-Zwacki, unterm Kimono

Was ist denn dort am Sacki? Lausi! Oho!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Zahlst du mi cash, hupf i aus der Wäsch

So schiach kannst gar net sein! Ohhh!

You want to see a Nakedei

You fly to Thailand - Ahhh - Ohhh!

You want to see a Nakedei

You fly to Thailand - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Madame Butterfly makes you high

Für Kilo oder zwei, oder drei

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Mister Meier, bitte sei

Mein Samurai - Ahhh - Ohhh!

Smile Lyrics

Artist: C-Mob / Release:2014-01-01 / Album: Masterpiece of Mind

Our lifestyles be close captioned, addicted to fatal attractions

Pistol sitting on my hip for whenever its time for action

So much drama, so much crimes of passion

Dear heavenly father could you ease my mind, I'm asking

They say ask and you shall receive, ill make these cowards grieve

Sick of the backstabbing, so sick of the sour deeds

Its hard to trust, I've heard a thousand lies

Things come and go, but you will always have your smiles and cries

Many people you will meet and they will make an impression

Bad shit will happen that you gotta take as a lesson

There's no faking or guessing to break the depression

Go out and grind, don't go to sleep or you'll awake and be stressing

Everything happens for a reason, loyalty, treason

Some are forever, some are just for the season

People cross you cause they full of greed and vile

The best revenge you can get is for them to se you smile

Nobody ever said our life would be easy

And there's nothing in this world for free

And even though we all go through the struggle

It don't mean we have to go through misery

I said you gotta smile through the bullshit

You gotta smile through the pain

You gotta smile whether you're going through hell or high water

Just be happy you're still in the game

Nobody ever said our life would be easy

And there's nothing in this world for free

And even though we all go through the struggle

It don't mean we have to go through misery

I said you gotta smile through the bullshit

You gotta smile through the pain

You gotta smile whether you're going through hell or high water

Just be happy you're still in the game

Sometimes i smile just to hide the pain, standing outside in rain

Tormented by the pain of the past, contemplating pointing a pistol at my brain and just blast

You see we're living in these livid days, we should be giving praise

Instead try not to slit our throat with rigid blades

This world is wicked, it'll kill and destroy

But no matter what, never rely or it'll be stealing your joy

You gotta use hate as motivation, keep calm and hold your patience

Be true to self, don't lose yourself, and lose your soul to Satan

Some people try to sell their soul for riches

Thinking it can buy them happiness and get them loads of bitches

It brings more problems, that's what they tell me a lot

I'd rather be broke and happy than be wealthy and not

It's all about your point of view, I guess

And when I get to really think about it, why I do I stress

I need to trust in God's will, no time to doubt or to question

Instead of counting my losses, I'll be counting my blessings

I'll pray for every woman, man, and child

And if they ever see God, they take his hand and smile

Nobody ever said our life would be easy

And there's nothing in this world for free

And even though we all go through the struggle

It don't mean we have to go through misery

I said you gotta smile through the bullshit

You gotta smile through the pain

You gotta smile whether you're going through hell or high water

Just be happy you're still in the game

Nobody ever said our life would be easy

And there's nothing in this world for free

And even though we all go through the struggle

It don't mean we have to go through misery

I said you gotta smile through the bullshit

You gotta smile through the pain

You gotta smile whether you're going through hell or high water

Just be happy you're still in the game

The truest sh... Lyrics

Artist: C-Murder / Release:1998-03-17 / Album: Life or Death

Chorus

This be the truest shit I ever said

A nigga might wind up dead

With money comes bad times

These days you got to have a strong mind

I grew up as a motherfucken thug

An outkast couldn't do shit but slang drugs

In and out of jail ain't no place to be

I'm not short dog but I just want to be free

Made a lot of money do dirt pulling capers

Don't give a fuck who I hurt

You wonder why a nigga can't sleep man

Because I got the blood of my dead brother on my hand

A true nigga can't rest g

Till these bitch ass get the fuck from around me

You sweat the tank but your not a real soldier

Would you die for this shit "no" P I told ya

Your true to the game but your ain't true to me

Nigga be yourself you can't be me or P

My veins pump no limit blood from day one nigga

Ask Big Ed he put it on his only son

Chorus 2x

I got a few niggas want me dead

Anticipating my death for the shit I said

Huh true soldiers true niggas

Motherfucking blood true love thugg figues

Bitch niggas be plotting on me

Behind close doors niggas hola when you see me

P said if you going to get'em

Get'em shoot first and make sure you hit em

I can't lose another tank dog

One more dead and watch no limit go off

Y'all ain't ready for war

I leave niggas tripping off the shit that they saw

I known for taking niggas out in street murder one

Muthafucker check my rap sheet

I thank P for taking me out the game

Put the mike in my hand and gave me my name

Chorus 2x

Lyrics sur mesure(s) Lyrics

Artist: Les Grandes Gueules / Release:2013-05-07 / Album: Petit bonhomme

C’est bon, allume ta came on va t’montrer un freestyle

On ne peut pas plaire à tout l’monde et c’est d’bonne guerre amicale

Banal, moi j’fais du rap, je m’en tape de ton argent

Cours, cours, j’irai de la même allure en marchant

Demi Portion tape un petit passe-passe

Sur la touche mais vise la surface

L’effet de surprise (big up) ou rester sur pause, une vida loca

Chercher l’occas’, un peu d’audace

A part des bêtises, on a passé l’âge

On s’en fiche, un jour tout s’efface

Oui c’est Rasheed fais voir ton visage

Oui c’est facile de parler trop mal

Non c’est rapide de faire des dommages

Atterris, t’as niqué des collages

Pas de coloriage, me colle pas de biatchs

Rien à l’amiable, matte ce que je lâche

Je me sers de ma bouche comme une arme

Où j’me couche, toi tu t’caches

Centre de menaces, je t’oublie grave

Oui je vis ça, loin des strass

Pourquoi tu stresses ? Faut qu’tu saches

Ne manque pas d’adresse à chaque message

Oui les mots blessent mais qui est sage ?

Naal dine oumouk : un coup d’schlass

Rentrer dans l’moule : ça faut pas

Tout est fragile, y’a tout qui s’casse

Qui fait la tête et qui s’écrase ?

Sorti de Sète donc la classe

Pas de compét', j’ai pas l’temps pour ça

La grosse tête, te gâcher la face

Oui ça m’agace, c’est pas trop ma tasse

Pendant qu’tu parles et bousilles le taf

Première mesure, c’est pour mes gaillards du 3-4, ça y est

J’ai pris l’micro, tout l’monde se chauffe, ça risquera pas d’cailler

Supporter de ma ville comme Karim Aït-Fana

Juin 2012, Place de la Com’, c’était v’là l’faya

Ça vient du Sud : 34 degrés à l’ombre

Je d’mande pas d’crécher à Londres

Non par ici mec y’a un tas d’playa

Des talents de quartier comme celui de La Paillade

Des blanc, des jaunes, des noirs : tu peux remarquer un métissage royal

On représente même salé comme Karabatic

C’est du n’importe quoi comme Rémi Gaillard à Palavas Beach

Joue pas l’taré ou on te tacle à l’El Kaoutari

Oh on prépare nos arrières juste au cas où t’arrives

Ouvre la route quand on débarque c’est du (3K ?) tout terrain

Tu vois mes types dans les clips portent pas du Gucci, Guerlain

J’veux faire monter les nôtres comme René Girard

On compte pas tromper les votes comme le faisait Chirac

Petit, y’a trop de modestie, j’ai jamais dit que je mettais la barre haute

Mais j’fuck toujours les présidents, les rois ou la baronne

Seulement soumis au tout puissant ou à la daronne

Au temps qui passe, je peux le jurer sur ma parole

Avec l’équipe tape des barres au lieu de pleurer sur nos sorts

Qui veut une place derrière les barreaux ? Là y’a sûrement personne

Malheureusement tous bloqué entre libérable et arrivant

Les Grandes Gueules, jamais eu le temps de rapper dans le vent

Y’a pas de leçons à recevoir, plutôt à donner d’où j’viens

Envoie le son mais aussi les ronds qu’on se mette tous bien

Depuis môme, on marche en silence et ils veulent même pas qu’on réponde

Strict minimum car c’est l’image qui correspond

S-P-R-I-N-T : accumulation d’rage

Non j’suis pas venu feinter et je m’en tape d’vos sondages

Je n’veux pas plaire à tout l’monde vu qu’tout l’monde est perdu

Heureusement comme d’habitude, y’a quelques bons qui perdurent

Sinon, tu l’as bien vu, les ambiances sont flinguées

Ils disent tous être dans le vrai mais se font zingués

A chaque fois, confronté à la stupidité des caves

Te faire accréditer chez nous ? Pfff vas-y décale, dégage

C’est vrai que dans la vie j’ai trop attendu les choses

Et quand on m’a dit non, j’ai dit ok et j’ai pris des notes

Mais je n’en veux à personne, fallait qu’je me bouge un peu

Et j’ai compris que dans la vie faut mériter ce qu’on veut

Alors j’ai pris un Bic et j’ai retroussé mes manches

Aujourd’hui comment vous dire qu’écrire me démange ?

Quatre autres choses me dérangent mais dois-je rester passif ?

Subir la vie, fermer ma gueule et puis rester assis

Nan, nan ce n’est pas le genre de la maison

Encore faut-il ne pas confondre un grand monsieur et un grand garçon

Moi j’ai la rime et l’flow, il te reste quoi en fait ?

Y’a plus de place pour faire le fort quand on a tout d’un faible

Oh, insaisissable, incorruptible

Rappeur timide avec des textes un peu trop combustibles

Paradoxale quand ils lisent chacune de mes pages

Pour eux j’suis un gars normal avec des rimes de barge

1/2 finału : Trzy-Sześć vs. Filipek Lyrics

Artist: Bitwa o Pitos / Release:2016-07-07 / Album: Bitwa o Pitos 2 (18.06.2016)

Wpadam tu na wolno, rzucać wersy

Wpadłem na tą bitwę dopierdolić niezły Meksyk

Ej, kurwa, sprawdź to, to jest kurwa tępy gej

Z tą stylówą wygląda jak Nacho Hemingway, joł

Sprawdź, ja te rymy rozwalę

Wszystkie niunie nazywają go, kurwa, Speedy Gonzalez

I kurwa, jak ja to robię teraz ściero

To wpadasz tu na bitwę i dostajesz tu sombrero

I kurwa, ziomuś, to jest kurwa trudne

Rozpierdoliłbym Cię, kurwa, nawet w samo południe

I kiedy wchodzę, to go łapię teraz jak Bóg

Bo wiesz, że ta scena jest za mała na Nas dwóch

I kurwa, ziomuś, jak ja wchodzę teraz w pętle

To po tej bitwie będziesz zmęczony jak koń po westernie

Joł joł, ja tutaj to zrobię

A on już patrzy na mnie, kurwa, jak koń na owies

Ziomuś to jest taki chłopak

Że na mój widok ma, kurwa, kurwiki w oczach

I, kurwa, sprawdź zajebisty rym

Patrz z kim walczysz, ta bitwa wygląda jak Your Sweet Sixteen

Jakie sombrero, sprawdzaj głupia cipo

Jednym panczem Ci z dupy zrobię burrito

To jest tak, joł dokładnie, sprawdzaj ziombel

Meksyk? Ja jestem jak Quebahombre

I to jest tak, to jest dobra bania

Twoja wygrana jak jego szyja, pod znakiem zapytania

Sprawdzaj, ej!

Mówiłeś coś, kurwa, Taco Hemingway?

No to patrz typie, bo jesteś popierdolony

Twoja dupa się sprzedaje za szlugi i kalafiory

Zjadam Cię dziwko, kiedy wchodzę to jest dobry destroy

Co do jedzenia, jadę tutaj z pętlą

Jesteś jak Merkel, dziwko - masz problem z Brukselką

Taco Hemingway? Sprawdzaj bratku

Ja mam umowę o dzieło, Ty jesteś dziełem przypadku

Co ja teraz z Tobą zrobię?

Masz umowę na dzieło? Kurwa, na kieszonkowe?

Joł, ja teraz miażdzę tego typa

Starszy mu przysyłają mu kieszonkowe z Milicza w słoikach

Joł, joł, joł, joł, i teraz dopierdalam, to jest, kurwa, dobre

Spytaj się Quebonafide kto ma, kurwa, hossę, joł

Cały czas, to jest kurwa, to jest zajebiście proste

Nawijasz teraz o mojej niuni, morda psie

Zostaw moją niunię i wreszcie, kurwa, obraź mnie

Kiedy jestem na tej scenie

To wiesz, że w tym momencie mam takie natężenie

Ej, nawijasz z polotem

Dzwoniła Twoja siostra, chce swoją koszulkę z powrotem

Dobra, sprawdzaj, hulam teraz z trackiem

Ale Ty jesteś debilem, jestem, kurwa, jedynakiem

I w sumie Quebonafide, lecę z bitem

Masz taki busz na jajach, że on tam nagrał Egzotykę

Emerycie, to jest Filipek, rozpierdala z bitem

Wygrana to dwa tysiące, ale looser

Co jest emerycie? Kupisz sobie za to wózek?

Jeszcze raz, joł dokładnie, sprawdzaj mnie

Mówiłeś "zacznij poniżać mnie"?

To jest tak, joł dokładnie, siema

Sam się poniżyłeś tym chujowym wejściem na temat

A teraz wejdę i co ja, kurwa, z Tobą zrobię

Było chujowe wejście na temat, bo nawijałem o Tobie

I teraz, kurwa, dopierdalam

W tym momencie, typie, już, kurwa, dzwoń na alarm

Ej, Twoja niunia, mój Boże, jestem na scenach

Ej, ziomeczku, już nie będzie więcej poniżenia

I, kurwa, nawija o niuniach, dobre sobie

Jedyne co ja słyszę w głowie to kompleks kobiet

Dopierdalam, joł, teraz na pętlach

Wie, że dla tego typa jestem jak terapeuta

I, kurwa, ziomuś, to się jeszcze okaże

Ma tak wielkie ego, że jego terapeuta musi mieszkać w hangarze

To jest tak, dokładnie, sprawdzaj ziomuś

Własnie zszedłem do Twojego poziomu

Zjadam Cię łajzo, to jest Filipek, to jest dobry hardkor

I to jest tak, joł dokładnie, sprawdzaj ogarze

Mówiłeś, nawijam ciągle o niuni na barze?

I to jest tak, joł dokładnie, do bitu

Po chuj o niuniach, ja rucham na scenie przeciwników

I to jest tak, sprawdzaj mnie, typie

Bo kiedy wchodzę, to jest dobre, typie

I to jest tak, joł dokładnie, błaźnie

Twój odbyt jak moja miejscówka z Pejterem, parę miejsc się znajdzie

Sprawdzaj z bitem, no i co emerycie?

Warriors Of The Wasteland Lyrics

Artist: Frankie Goes To Hollywood / Album: Liverpool

From diamond mine to the factory

Everybody's doing what you've got to keep on doing for society

Make this world a good place to be

Let livin' be but don't work for free

Playing isn't paying so worx is what I'm saying

Working for the world go round

The battle cry don't mess with me

I've travelled the world for eternity

Warriors of the wasteland

Sailboats of ice on desert sands

Warriors of the wasteland

It seems to be that the powers that be

Keep themselves in splendour and security

Armoured cars for megastars

No streets, no bars, yours wealth is ours

They make the masses, kiss their asse(t)s

Lower class jackass, pay me tax take out the trash

Working for the world go round

Your job is gold, do as you're told

The pay you less the run for congress

Warriors of the wasteland

Sailboats of ice on desert sands

Warriors of the wasteland

I'm working for the world go round, go round

Diamond mind to the factory, yeah

Make this a world, a good place to be

Warriors what a waste, man

WARRIORS

WE'RE RATS IN A CAGE

SUICIDE A GO GO

Schiffbruch Lyrics

Artist: Zugezogen Maskulin / Release:2015-02-13 / Album: Alles brennt

Schiffbruch in Kreuzberg am Meer

Les deine Rauchzeichen und springe hinterher

Tauche durch Spritzen, die Haut aufgerissen

Für dich fress ich Scherben – für dich würd ich sterben!

Wenn man Leben umdreht heisst es Nebel

Er füllt das Prince Charles, ich durchtrenn ihn mit dem Säbel

Kämpf mich durch goldene Masken

Ich mach alles platt was im Weg steht, seh dich und erblasse

Deine Schönheit machte mich fertig

Jetzt sind deine Augen schwarze Löcher – Syd Barret

Sie erkennen mich nicht, wollen mich nicht erkennen

Etwas Dunkles hat dich weggenommen, die Stadt beginnt zu brennen

Scheisse, ich bring dich raus!

Greife deine Hand, du schüttelst nur den Kopf, zerfällst zu Staub

Alles, was ich weiss und glaub' ist am zerbrechen

In meinen Augen schwarze Flecken

Wir alle sind verrückt, nur manche können´s besser verstecken

Bitte sag mir was ein Kreuzberg am Meer bringt

Wenn man darin ertrinkt?

Bitte sag mir was ein Kreuzberg am Meer bringt

Wenn man darin ertrinkt?

Auskühlen und treten, verzweifeln und beten

Wasser in die Lunge saugen, Augen verdrehen

Auskühlen und treten, verzweifeln und beten

Wasser in die Lunge saugen – Kreuzberg am Meer

Ein Hund ist ein Hund, weil er sich hinlegt und stirbt

Doch ein Mensch ist ein Mensch, weil er träumt und fantasiert

Er ist oversexed und underfucked

Denn das Gras ist immer grüner auf der anderen Seite eines Tumblrblogs

Und das in einer Stadt in der ein Denkmal von Sven Marquardt

Als Leuchtturm dient und dich beschützt vor'm Saufen auf dem Marktplatz

Das in einer Stadt, in der scheinbar alles geht

Exzess und extrem – du bist stark, du bist schön!

Und am 23. kehren wir zu unseren Eltern zurück

Und erzählen ihnen Lügen aus der Welt des Großstadtglücks

Verschweigen ihnen den Zweifel, greifen zu bei den Kartoffeln

Nacht zum 2. Weihnachtstag – Dorfdisko besoffen

Und dann hoffen, dass es klappt, mit der Liebe, den Projekten

Angst vorm Mittelmaß, unbefriedigt, unperfekt

Porno-gifs, Konfetti-Regen und bedingungslose Liebe

Alles verschwindet zwischen miesen Perspektiven und steigender Miete

Quiet Distress Lyrics

Artist: Killswitch Engage / Album: Incarnate

How many times, how many lies

Does it take to demonstrate? To change the apathy that’s ingrained

The screams. The cries. Behind the lies

The victim and the villainy, taking all your dignity

Quiet distress covers scars and bruises

Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate

Night after night, search for the light. Relive the fear and misery

Disguise the pain. The blood will wash away, but the wounds still sing of your agony

Quiet distress covers scars and bruises

Quiet distress we can’t afford indifference

Hearing screams and cries, over and over again

Wash the blood away, over and over again

The victim, over and over again. Becomes the victor in the end

Quiet distress won’t cover scars and bruises

Quiet distress leaves us lost and desperate

We can’t afford indifference

The Redeemer Lyrics

Artist: Little Comets / Album: WORHEAD

This is the tale of all of us

Who grow up on the holy dust of Jarrow

The place where all your memories fade

Where light returns to beat up shade in Jarrow

So if your life at 21 resembles only having fun

You must be wise beyond your eyes in Jarrow

In Jarrow

It's the only reason I've got, so let's keep living

It's the only meaning I've got, so just keep living

Beneath the fence of Christopher

The place i learnt the death of her

The cracks in their faces replacing the shadows

A part of me did not survive

The day my little sister died

We've all been hurt and all denied in Jarrow

In Jarrow

Suddenly my head is filled with a clarity

I see, every idea needs humility, it's a departure

Come inside quick, we'll distill it a bottle the feeling

Sell it in droves even though it defeats the very meaning

I'm a genius now but there's this voice that tells me saying

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

You're so serious now

But there's this voice that tells me that

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

It's just the wine

(x5)

Intermission (The pen) Lyrics

Artist: Lmoutchou (Mobydick) / Release:2016-06-09 / Album: Lmadda Lkham

Me7di men 3end koulshi

Tab3ini ta zombies

Khelaha 2pac : All eyes on me

La shefti rap tfa ghir 7it shwya khrejt congé

Koulshi 3arefni 9tal f lbeat ki Ted Bundy

Shdit lmic w dert Lmoutchou Army f Paris

Ghriba nshouf lmgharba me3tarfine b MPC

Jit nchangé sha3b 3a9liytou périmé

La bghiti Lmoutchou ydoum mat9esdoush Biliki

Aji biyen li .. Rap mashi ghi b l views

3shiri mizi 3ad aji tleb lia news

7et l3a9a tshouf clip koula 30 youm

Nekhtemha b film ndir madar Dre w Ice Cube

10 snin d les scènes w ba9i ana nite li sayeg

Makontsh n2amen brassi kayen nhar shdit lmic

Lyouma 9a3i tayeb b les classiques ki Barry white

Mashi men nou3 li tibghi yjib lbuzz b dislike

Mayjiksh l i3jab men sha3b khtissassi f n3as

Hergawa houma sbab rap 3lash f l in3ach

Mou7al tefro hna wakha te9ra 60 3am

Ti9 bya bladi blad lpizza katji 9bel mel is3af

Dir fbalek wakha kolshi kayn3akes sheft logo dyali men9oush bin le7youta d imeswan

Te3ya matraci dima kolshi ki3waj

Derbi kamel koulshi bghaha ze3ra bash yemshi b jwaj

No Poetry Lyrics

Artist: Gary Jules / Album: Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets

"there's no poetry between us"

Said the paper to the pen

Something's burning in the attic

That her tongue will not defend

Through the arc of conversation

Past the teeth behind the smile

Down the miracle mile

To the bottom of the ladder

Paint your eyes and hide the tatters

What's the matter baby?

Could we go downtown

To the middle of the world?

You were always such a pretty girl

And you told me I was beautiful

"there's no poetry between us"

Said the paper to the pen

"and I get nothing for my trouble

But the ink beneath my skin"

If your clothes are getting weary

And your soul's gone out of style

Blame the miracle mile

And the bottom of the ladder

Paint your eyes and hide the tatters

What's the matter baby?

. . . I'm coming too

Talkin' 'Bout You Lyrics

Artist: Ray Charles / Album: Yes Indeed

Who is my friend, when all friends are gone

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Who is my friend, when all friends are gone

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Who is my friend, when all friends are gone

You always defend me, if I'm right or wrong

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Talkin' 'bout you

Knows how to love me, in my way

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Knows how to love me, in my way

I'm talkin' 'bout you

Knows how to love me, in my way

Who's always there, every night and day

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Talkin' 'bout you

Who is the sugar in my tea

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Who is the sugar in my tea

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Who is the sugar in my tea

When I'm in trouble, who sees by me

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Talkin' 'bout you

Knows how to love me, in my way

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Knows how to love me, in my way

I'm talkin' 'bout you

Knows how to love me, in my way

Always there, every night and day

I'm talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Talkin' 'bout you, I do mean you

Talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout you

Talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout you

Talkin' 'bout you, I'm talkin' 'bout you

Talkin' 'bout you

Lissa al Dunya b kher ya Wrde ( لسا الدنيا بخير ياورده ) Lyrics

Artist: DAM

يا حبيب أمي يا ضنايا أ قتلوك يا حبيبي يا نور عيوني...

بخير مين والباص مليان

احرق جورج وانسى

لسا الدنيا بتدور حوالين التسعه

الكوك والكريستال B.M. الـ

اللداوي طير جناحه مكسور وسماه

ملغومه بنسور الحكومه اللي

بتحطلنا اجر، نحاول نخطى متر

واللي يطلع بايدنا بس السبعه او التسعه ميلمتر

الحياه امتحان ، واللي بمتحنك معطيك امتحان

الي زيه ولا مره كان

واحنا بنسقط وبننزل

بنادي بعض وين يا ورد ، قد ما بندبل

والورد الوحيد الموجود

هو الورد الي حطيناه عالتابوت

ياورد صرنا تحت الآرض ، ياورد احنا

ضد احنا بحرب ، ياورد احنا بدرب

مخطط ، انه نكون شعب مشتت

نقابل بعض بس اذا سلاحنا تمشط

والغرض يقوي ويحمي

ويبني اعداء مع غرض عوجهك

وطلقات مكتوب عليهم اسمك

الحكومه تمشيك لقبرك

يالداوي اجمد بعقلك قيد جسمك

ومش بثارك

لسا الدنيا) بخيرياورده)

السما مفتوح كون طير ياورده

الجناح مكسور ؟! ابدا بالسير ياورده

(واذا لسا حاسس حالك مخنوق (اه؟!

(طلع راسك من الميه !!! (لسا الدنيا

بال-48 قلبونا لأقلية الأحياء

بال-16 قلبنا حالنا لأكترية الأموات

قلوب فاقده وايدين مسلحات

قلوب لابده ورصاصات تايهات

احنا,عايشين بفقر, شوادر سمر

عالعيون اللي ماتشوف غير الأبيض الي يجيب

ميتينات حمر, دولارات خضر

الي تسهل عمر, وما تكمل عمر

بسكرولنا بوجوهنا بواب العلم

بفتحولنا بواب السجن, واحنا نفوتها

طريق الامبريزا توربو الصافينها ببيوتنا

والصافانا عقبورنا, لحد ما نصفى من

اخو لأخو؟! من لحم وعضم ؟!

ل-كلاشن بكلاشن ؟! يالداوي اصمد

النار لسا بتصمت؟! بتهون ياورد

اخريت كل نار تبرد (لسا الدنيا)

شوف, جهات معينه بدها ايانا نكون

مغمضين, حتى لو حطوا سماعات مانكونش

سامعين, واذا ورونا جهات نكون

تايهين نحلم نكون مفتحين

واذا فتحنا بنشوف واحد لابس حطه

مادد فرد ومصمده عكمان حطه

والعقال بلف شمال يمين بهف

و-100 ام تترجى منه يخف

هيك احنا حياتنا باللد

الحكومه طرق تسد وجثث احنا نعد

هيك, احنا حياتنا باللد

نار الأيد بتمد بنفس اخوي بتهد؟!

هد هد واحنا حنضل واقفين عأجرينا

ناسيين ماضينا وعايشين حاضرنا

ومتأملين ليوم جديد بمستقبلنا

ومستقبلنا بايدينا

(لسا الدنيا)

لكل اهل اللد ، الرمله ، يافا ، عكا الطيبه ، والي ما ذكرتو

(لسا الدنيا)

لكل اخواتنا بالسجون بكره بتفتح البواب وبتهون

(لسا الدنيا)

حتى لو جوعوك ، مش حجه انك توكل اخوك

(لسا الدنيا)

خواني : عالية ، إيمان ، بوبا, سامية ، شادي ، أنور ، سليمان ، أمير ، حمودة ، خالد ، أحمد ، بيجو ، أحمد رمزي... الله يرحمكم

Ich kann heut Nacht nicht schlafen Lyrics

Artist: Vanessa Mai / Release:2017-08-11 / Album: Regenbogen

Was sagst du wenn du mich so siehst?

Wie ich nach all der Zeit jetzt vor dir steh'

Für dich war es so mega leicht

Ganz einfach von mir wegzugeh'n

Hör mir zu

Es geht um dich und mich

Du stehst mit beiden Beinen im Leben

Und wo stehe ich?

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Ich wünsch' du könn'st es sehen

Kann vor Schmerzen kaum noch atmen

Wärst du hier würd'st du's verstehen

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Du denkst ich hab's im Griff

Kann das Gefühl nicht mehr ertragen

Ich weiß du kommst jetzt nicht

Nur 'ne Sekunde nochmal neben dir steh'n

Ein Moment lang deinen Herzschlag spür'n

Wer gibt Acht wohin ich geh'?

Dass ich mich nicht ganz verlier'

Hör mir zu

Es geht um dich und mich

Du stehst mit beiden Beinen im Leben

Und wo stehe ich?

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Ich wünsch' du könn'st es sehen

Kann vor Schmerzen kaum noch atmen

Wärst du hier würd'st du's verstehen

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Du denkst ich hab's im Griff

Kann das Gefühl nicht mehr ertragen

Ich weiß du kommst jetzt nicht

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Ich wünsch' du könn'st es sehen

Kann vor Schmerzen kaum noch atmen

Wärst du hier würd'st du's verstehen

Ich kann heut' Nacht nicht schlafen

Du denkst ich hab's im Griff

Kann das Gefühl nicht mehr ertragen

Ich weiß du kommst jetzt nicht

Deine Augen Lyrics

Artist: Nano Miratus / Release:2015-09-23 / Album: Freetracks & Exclusives

Ich kann' deine Knochen nicht spür'n, kann deine Knochen nicht spür'n

Aber ich kann sie seh'n

Und ich kann dich nicht anrufen, kann dich nicht anrufen

Wenn's keinen Grund gibt, den du nachvollzieh'n kannst

Ich kann sicher tausend Kilometer stundenlang zu deinem Haus fahr'n im Sommer

Doch bleibe noch 'ne Ewigkeit, wenn du das so willst

Vielleicht hab' ich nichts

Außer dich, das heißt ich hab' alles

Kann fallen, doch in deine Arme, Baby

Deine Haare weh'n im Wind

Und alles ist perfekt

Die Sonne am Horizont

Du kommst, ich komm'

Alles schön, alles endlos

Der Himmel ist gelb, rot

Und orange. Deine Augen

Erzähl'n mir Geschichten

Oh oh oh oh oh ich blieb wach

Und oh oh krieg' nicht genug Schlaf

Und oh oh ich weiß, wir red'n grad' nicht viel

Doch ich kann dich noch hör'n