Insomnia Lyrics

Artist: Electric President / Album: s/t

There's a light bulb dangling from string

It's slowly swaying up over my head now

As I jot down the words that'll never be sung

And wait for my headache to numb

And the wind sounds as if the world's sighing

And the moon's just a torn fingernail

As the TV flickers and hums by the wall

And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So

It's so damn slow

So, So, So

It's so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition

And the old folks circle their graves

And the young ones are busy destroying their names

And you're still just wasting away

I sit and watch the screen for a message

Some kinda sign that says we're OK

But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off

And wait for my conscience to break

So, So, So

It's so damn slow

So, So, So

It's so damn slow

I hope you're learning to listen

And I hope you're learning to stay

And I hope you find what you're missing

And I hope that you're making you're way

I'm a headcase if I don't keep moving

And my head hurts if I don't sit still

It's an itch that I'll never stop scratching

It's a hole that I'll never quite fill

So

Himmel Så Trind Lyrics

Artist: Falconer / Album: Northwind

Hör vindar som vill fly

Se korpen i himmel av bly

Det är frosten som nalkas

Var björk och lind är nu kal

I skogsråets grånande sal

Det är frosten som nalkas

Mot hårda tider det bär

Trollen dom huttrar och svär

Det är frosten som nalkas

Se tranan som nu fly

Mot varmare sydliger sky

Det är frosten som nalkas

Över land och hav

Sveper vinterns kalla vind

Snö, is och en bister kyla

Från en himmel så trind

Se näckens fingrar så blå

Hans polska nu långsamt gå

Det är frosten som nalkas

Kälen nu stormsteg tar

Tur att man fjärrvärme har

Det är frosten som nalkas

Fat Sky

Listen to the fleeing winds

See the raven in the sky of lead

It's frost approaching

Every birch and linden is bare now

In the greying halls of the Lady-of-the-woods

It's frost approaching

Hard times are a-coming

The trolls are shivering and swearing

It's frost approaching

See the crane fleeing

Towards a warmer, southern sky

It's frost approaching

Over land and sea

The cold wind of winter sweeps in

Snow, ice and bitter cold

From a fat sky

It's frost approaching

See the blue fingers of Näcken (an evil water spirit)

His reel goes slower

It's frost approaching

The frost in the ground is coming fast

We're lucky to have central heating

It's frost approaching

Ratapiha Lyrics

Artist: Juha Tapio / Album: Lapislatsulia

Viimeisimmän kämppäni ikkunan alla

Ratapiha vanha ja harmaa kummittelee

Mullon tapetin tahrat ja rinki

Korttien virttyneitten

Se on tinki kai sekin olla olemassa sinnitellen

Mulla aikaa on mä kävelen useinkin

Kiskoja pitkin päivän ja iltaisin

Mun sätkäni hehkuu mut ukko sen päässä on hiipumaan päin

Ja se miettii kuinka se elämän kulku on näin

Raiteet jatkuvat maiseman taakse ja metsiin kaukaisiin

Ne on vieneet teidät toiseen kaupunkiin

Jossa on vesitorni ja korkeat mäet eikä aikuisten murheet paina

Siellä muistathan sen isä on susta ylpeä aina

Mä tahtoisin teidät jo luokseni takaisin

Mutta aika on paha sen tiedän mä itsekin

Mun on pystyyn päästävä ensin ja mä löysin jo tilaisuuden

Josta puhua en voi mä aijon käyttää sen

Raiteet jatkuvat maiseman taakse ja metsiin kaukaisiin

Ne on vieneet teidät toiseen kaupunkiin

Jossa on vesitorni ja korkeat mäet eikä aikuisten murheet paina

Siellä muistathan sen isä on susta ylpeä aina

Raiteet jatkuvat maiseman taakse ja metsiin kaukaisiin

Ne on vieneet teidät toiseen kaupunkiin

Jossa on vesitorni ja korkeat mäet eikä aikuisten murheet paina

Siellä muistathan sen isä on susta ylpeä aina

Choices (Yup) [Remix] Lyrics

Artist: E-40 / Release:2015-10-30 / Album: Choices (Yup) [Deluxe Remixes]

Ever falled under pressure (nope)

Charge a bitch like a Tesla (yup)

Post a pic but don't disable my location (nope)

Walk with a limp like a pimp, like I need a hip replacement (yup)

Stay without a chopper (nope)

Saucy like sriracha (yup)

Is you a bluff? (nope)

Cartier, white buffs (yup)

This money on my, can't get it off in my mind (nope)

Hop off in the front of the line, I'm selling them this liquor and wine (yup)

I know a paper ahead and that's what I'll never be (nope)

Longevity, OG he got the recipe (yup)

She asked a player, 'do I eat booty' (nope)

I told her no but I eat coochie (yup)

Snort Belushi (nope)

Smoke lemon cherry pie cookie (yup)

Lame (no), talks slick, mouthpiece hella game (yup)

Heart pump fear (nope)

Got your own beer (yup)

Overrated (nope), underrated (yup)

Biatch!

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Am I loving these hoes (nope)

And I get to the dough (yup)

You ain't come from the bowl (nope)

When I was broke I had to kick me a door (yup)

You can't talk to my migo (nope)

My migo, he bring me the kilo (yup)

Will I go out like Nino (nope)

No Nino, I'm Quavo El Chapo (yup)

My niggas ask me do I love that bitch I said (nope)

And my nigga Duey got the rocket on 'em (yup)

Then the new nigga, asked me "Do I trap?" (nope)

If I fuck it up I better make it back (yup)

Some niggas sayin' that was on before the rap (no)

We the first to put the Northside on the map (yup)

Niggas run up on 'em, niggas pulled 'em straps (nope)

Niggas tellin' fiction that shit get a nigga slapped (yup)

Niggas said that there were whippin' chickens in the lab (nope)

And now these niggas claiming that there the first to do the dab (nope)

I done been around the city and never seen them get a benji (nope)

Nigga say there drinking, get in the club and buy all my martini (yup)

Remember fucking that bitch but don't remember her name (yup)

You rather be famous than rich my nigga love fame (nope)

My nigga rather be rich than famous, say fuck the fame (yup)

Pulling up in a Neon (nope)

In the town ride around with the heat on (yup)

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

She asked me was I in love (no)

She heard I'm richer than Puff (yup) (Ciroc boy)

They wanna see you make bail (nope)

Wing Stop in my cell (yup)

Took the rims off my cars (nope)

Instrumentals on pause (yup)

Keep the choppers at home (nope)

Trappin' off of three phones (yup)

Offer me a ten mill (nope)

Think I need a new deal (yup)

Niggas lovin' these hoes (nope)

Arm gold on my

Top down, when it's cold (nope)

Hot boy to my bone (yup)

Foreclose on this home (nope)

Fuck boys in them zones (yup)

Real soldiers won't tell (nope)

Six mill on my bail (yup)

Dropped it off in a bag (no)

Pulled off in a Jag (yup)

Double M, be the tag

Everybody get choices

I choose to get money, I'm stuck to this bread

Everybody got choices

These bitches is choosin', I'm all in they head

Everybody got choices

Keep it one-thou' 'bout the life that I chose

Everybody got choices

These niggas be hatin', I already know

But I never go broke (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I ain't gotta sell my soul (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you broke, you ain't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I give a fuck if you don't like me (no, no, no)

Imma stay gettin' money (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Getting Married Lyrics

Artist: Nas / Release:2004-11-30 / Album: Street's Disciple

"Picture us married, you and me," what?

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

"I remember the first time, girl you and me . . ."

This ain't no sucka-for-love shit

This ain't no Huxtable-kisses-and-hug shit

First night we fuck, shit, and don't call the next day

This a thug's wedding day, in love

Will we make it? Let us pray

In the limo my niggas, my father, my brothers

Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted

Hard bottles, mob costumes this ain't no act though

Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more

Yes I'm absolutely sure

I know that she love me, I know that she faithful

We spoke on a prenumptial agreement

Cuz Will and Jada ain't need it

Spoke on eloping, but then I deaded the thought

Cuz she deserves cinderella's ball and the whole shit

But know this

You fuckin' wit' a slit your throat quick

Vehicular explosion, cigar smokin', dark minded, chart climbin

Well spokin say farewell to broke men or rich ones

Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it hun

Headed to the chapel, my niggas laughin, and its baffling

Cuz just a year ago, it's weird though, I knew I'd get married

To who I knew not

Thought of snatchin Halle up from the dredlock

Pumpin Sade, my head nod

Finally I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French

Rephrase that, someone who make my heart stop

Couldn't wait to blaze that

Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey, HIV spreadin'

Everybody bump the same bunnies

The game, will put niggas in they grave

Right before they part ways, with the street

I want a son to greet, every mornin'

Daughters and more sons tickle my feet

Wife smilin, tellin me it's time to eat

I'm getting married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigalo

It was difficult for me to find the chick I want

It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on and ride

Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side

That's what the negative one's say

Knew my wedding would be one day, but quickly its this day

I know the hoes gonna miss me

Lookin' at ol' photos, sayin' damn he used to twist me

Start chokin' up since I woke up

Bachelor party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up

Father saw me in a daze, nudged me wit' his left arm

Told me how him and moms went to city hall, dressed norm

Said she would love me in my Ozwald Boateng

Customized in London by guys who suitup kings

Girl, you get the rings young, you behave

Maxwell he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang

Baltimore, North Cacky, Mississippi

Family packed in, My nigga L is crazy tipsy

Spilled Pepsi on the cuflings, ginger ale got it out

Walked in the church, chest all big to thug it out

My girl walked in, glistenin', different stones

'Bout to go from my fiance' to Mrs. Jones

That's a union that nobody could touch

I gotta be cool, wit ur crazy aunts and uncles

Cuz I love you much, cuz you put up wit' my shit

Court cases, baby mamas

I make a honest woman outta you yet

Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter standin

Heart poundin out my chest like a canon

I'm happy, One of my groomsmen, under the music, says don't do it

But they just jokes, some crew shit, they playin', I'm gleeful

I'm stayin I'm sayin vowels all true

Will you take music as your wedded wife? I DO

Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin to

I'm getting married

I'm getting married

Ringa Ringa Lyrics

Artist: A. R. Rahman / Album: Slumdog Millionaire (Music From the Motion Picture)

Chick a chick achick chick chick

Chick achick achick chick chick

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa ringa ringa

Hayeeee!

Aye Ree!!!

Aahahh!!!!

Chua Chua chua chuachua chua Haye reee

Chua Chua ara ra ra chua chuachua

Chua Chua chua chuachua

Ayi ayi ayi ya mai mai ya

Ayi ayi ayi ayi yi yi yi

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa ringa ringa

Khatiye pe mein padi thi

Aur gehri neend badi thi

Aage kya main kahu sakhi re

Ek khatmal tha saiyana

Mujhpe tha uska nishana

Chunrai mein gus gaya dheere dheere

Oooooo ohhh

Kuch nahi samjha o buddhu

Kuch nahi socha

Reng ke jaane kaha pahucha

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa ringa ringa

Chick achick achick chick chick

Chick achick achick chick chick

Haaye woh sharmaye

Haaye Woh lajaye

Haaye Haaye

Kya chupaye

Kitna mein taddpi thi

Kitna mein royi thi

Mein to thi acchi bhali

Kyon bhala soi thi

Nigade ne mujhko chain lene na diya

Rona bhi chaha to mujhko rone bhi na diya

O ho

Aise us Harjai ki makkari

Mere tan badan mein thi lagi Chingari

Per aise kya thi lachari

O O oohoo

Are Haiya Haiya Hoo

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa ringa ringa

Haule se Gudgudata

Dil mein hulchul machata

Mein sharm se thi pani pani

Hahaha

Jo usko dhundthi mein

Chupke se woh chup jata

Aise thi woh meri kahani

Yun samjlo Khatmal ka shikar hui thi mein

Uske aage haar gai thi mein

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa

Ring ring ringa ringa ringa

Sssaarpat sar pat hh

Haule haule Reeehh

Chick achick achick chick chick

Chick achick achick chick chick

Till the Morning Lyrics

Artist: Bahamas / Album: Pink Strat

Lead me on, lead me on

Right now I just need something

You could be that one thing

So lead me on

Take me home, take me home

I'll be yours till the morning

Then leave without warning

So take me home

Call me please, call me please

I'll can't wait forever

You know better

So call me please

Leave me be, leave me be

You had your chance already

Someone else, I go steady

So leave me be

Asylantenmusik Lyrics

Artist: Berkan / Release:2016-08-07 / Album: Capital Bra: Freetracks von 2014-2016

Was Citroën, ich will Benz oder Audi

Was Messer – stech zu mit sechzener Schraubi

Muss Anwalt bezahl'n, für Bratans, die sitzen

Deswegen geb' ich Kisten auf Kombi mit Zinsen

Der Kripo er platzt, ich geh' nie wieder Knast

Miete S-AMG auf Rumänische Pass und fahr rein in dein'n Goldladen

Fick dein Volkswagen, ich will mehr, hol' den Tresi mit den Goldbarren

Gangster oder Piraten, ihr könnt nix machen

Mietwagen, Pieceplatten, Kiloweise Briefmarken

Ich hab' Hass im Bauch, hajd mach die Kasse auf

Wen willst du holen Bra, ich fress' deine Jungs auf (uff)

Und die Jungs von dein' Jungs auch

Guck dich um, Rapper rennen zu Mamas

Weil ich schicke Bratans im M-Paket mattschwarz

Dadash geh' ackern, free Samy Bratan

Wir machen Geld aber nicht wie die ander'n

Du rennst so wie Zlatan, wenn du mich siehst

Das ist Berkan und Capi – Asylanten Musik

Dadash geh' ackern, free Samy Bratan

Wir machen Geld aber nicht wie die ander'n

Du rennst so wie Zlatan, wenn du mich siehst

Das ist Berkan und Capi – Asylanten Musik

Ich bin Türke, weil ich den Thron stürze

Rauche grüne Gewürze, lüpfe deiner Frau die Schürze

Öffne ihre Hintertüre, wenn ich Sippi einführe

Zeige keine Gefühle, Geiselnahme ich entführe

Ziehe die Aldi-Tüte über deine Rübe

Fessel' dich an deinen Füßen und fahre dich zu Gemüse

Meine Güte, alles wegen diese Schulden für die Blüte

Kein Erbarmen, skrupellos, ohne Menschenwürde

Ich hol' mir die Krone von da wo ich wohne

Habe sieben scharfe Patronen in meiner Kanone

Erschieße deine Ikone, ich habe keine Idole

Pornostar wie Sahin K, ha, ficke ohne Kondome

Viele Angebote jeder Droge, vom Stein erste Probe, dann von Nike die erste Sohle

Komm' in meine Zone Dadash, her mit deiner Kohle

Dadash geh' ackern, free Samy Bratan

Wir machen Geld aber nicht wie die ander'n

Du rennst so wie Zlatan, wenn du mich siehst

Das ist Berkan und Capi – Asylanten Musik

Dadash geh' ackern, free Samy Bratan

Wir machen Geld aber nicht wie die ander'n

Du rennst so wie Zlatan, wenn du mich siehst

Das ist Berkan und Capi – Asylanten Musik

Love Your Family Lyrics

Artist: Cormega / Album: Born And Raised

I got a daughter I support her open heartedly

It bothers me how fathers be havin children irresponsibly

How could I not nurture what I conceived

Or deprive her, shes my prophecy

As I stare in her eyes theres no despair, deception

Or awareness, except when givin affection

Shes the water that purifies me

More than likely wearing jordans like me

As she grows ill expose her to all that ive seen

Like the island of saint croy

Where smile and she brings joy

She the cover im the line of what survival is based on

How I teach her to stay strong

And live through wilderness

If I instill in her the will to live

Shell get through it

She my first seed, my genesis

My last bit of innocence

My understanding wisdom brings what knowledge is given

I hope to surround her with prominent figures

So she can grow to be a positive woman and never doubts that I love her

Ain't nothing like family, til they gone then u realize

How much they meant to you, more than a friend'll do

Give em their roses while theyre still alive

I know the world's understanding me

Go ahead show that love stop tryin to be a tough guy

Cuz when they gone youll be saying that you didn't get the chance to say you love em

And you have to live with that for the rest of my life

To the most 3 influential women in my life

My moms and sister and grandmoms alike

Dont think you dont appreciate the love you give me

And on my birthday the cards you send me

Yall will always be there when others ain't so friendly

To me or to weather my life and never goin empty

No matter how rich I get I know you never envy

No matter how broke I get I know you always help me

No matter what I know that love is wealthy

And all you care if im living or healthy

And only something nice out your mouth that you try to tell me

And if im doing wrong, won't hesitate to tell me

Ayo thats the kinda love that im talking about

So while you here im giving back thats what familys about

If theres anything you need no matter what the price

Try to get it even if it means giving my life

Because....

Chorus

You gave us life, it ain't your fault the street corrupted us

You raised us right, when them bullies used fuckin with us

You made us fight, gave your heart or soul

Rich or poor, there would always be a pot on the stove

You made sure we had a roof over our head and clothes for school

And discipline soon as we opposed the rules

A hard head made us soft but

When we was comin up you gave us advice on what life would have in store for us

All you niggas runnin round out there all wild

Playin the streets like its goin outta style

Remember gotta take time out for those who love you

They the only ones could live you like noone else could love you

And if you think im bullshitting let that time pass

Let that ass get broke and see which love last

Blood is thicker than water just remember that

And no matter what the problem know they always got my back

Ya heard

Chorus x 2

Starting With You Lyrics

Artist: Deborah Cox / Album: The Morning After

Chorus:

Can you pretend to be the man I should have been with

Can we fake the life you know I should have had

Can we do a better job of pretending that you really care

Or I'll have to give the part to someone else

You seem to have an important part

The lead role of my heart

You played it well along time ago

Until I started falling in love

And then you changed your character

And avoided all of your lines

Now the man I love is gone now

Can you play his part at this time

(Chorus)

Love is like a see saw it takes two in order for it to work

I'm working hard, I'm playing my part but the scene still won't work

And rehearsals are long because your timing is all wrong

So I'll find someone who loves me

And who can play your part for life

I deserve a lot better than this

And I'm tired of acting like it's okay for me to give you my love

And receive nothing back in return

(Chorus)

La Symphonie Des Chargeurs Lyrics

Artist: Fababy / Release:2012-02-27 / Album: La symphonie des chargeurs

T’as l'choix ou t’as l'droit, d'être précis ou d'rafaler

À cause de toutes ces balles qui sifflent on s'entend même plus parler

Histoires de guns à cause d'un mec qui paye pas

Si l'illicite du pays hausse, bah c'est la faute du Pays-Bas

It is F.A.Baby, symphonie des chargeurs, que seul ton index peut connaître

On t'loge une balle sous la pommette, 93 93 Ou ja konet !

Les sanguinaires s'finissent aux coup d'shlass, le commencement d'un coup d'crosse

La scène du meurtre est atroce, en passant laisse l'avenue propre

Dis-moi avec qui tu traînes, j'te dirais si tu vas mal finir

Les avertissements commencent toujours par une balle dans l'fémur

Les balles perdues traversent ta fenêtre, rentrent dans ta jambe

Nettoie l'canon pour mieux te détendre, traîne qu'avec des mecs déters'

Délinquant et fier de l'être, ne jamais compter sur l'autre

Et si on t'a loupé cette nuit, sois sûr qu'on reviendra à l'aube

T'étais un bandit trop gourmand la juge t'a fourni l'dessert

Les AK-47 te défigurent, le légiste bé-gèr'

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

La symphonie des chargeurs, marche et vis avec le seum

Un tel amour pour la violence que certains sodomisent leurs guns

Pas touche aux nôtres ou on peut t'faire un truc de dingue

Binôme on s'en fout qu'tu sois bilingue, une bastos parle n'importe quelle langue

La Triade qui t'exécute, fusillade les douilles discutent

Le récital d'un son qui tue, la balistique me récupère

La vengeance un plat qui s'mange froid, ça peut pas périmer

Viens au mariage d'ton pire ennemi et défouraille sans blahni khey

Khamsa fi ainek, comment ça s’fait qu'j'ai su rimer ?

Poto moi j'préfère aller braquer qu'être intérimaire

La symphonie des chargeurs à la Montana Tony

Si la daronne aurait une kalach' j'aurais pris une rafale dans mon lit

Avant d'faire une dinguerie : *Un* Consulte le gang

*Deux* Cul-de-sac tu trembles, *Trois* La suite : clic bang

Symphonie de l'horreur même les tits-pe gardent des séquelles

Mêmes les sourds se mettent à técal' Représailles, re-fré die

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Argent ou bronze et t'es déçu, la vue du nerf de la guerre

C'est des T-Max qui t'tirent dessus, j'crèverai là où j'ai vécu

Les malicieux, c'est avec des mots qu’ils t'couillent, les haineux, c'est avec des balles qu’ils t'douillent

Dans les embrouilles tu portes tes couilles pas l'temps d'dire "aïe"

Tu sais où il habite celui qui t’as carotte, prends l'périph' a 2.40

Compte lui faire gouter le carrelage, oublie l’heure d'la salat

Pourtant t’as bien entendu Haya ala Salât, Haya ala Salât

Mais toi tu t'en bas les couilles tu veux juste rafaler

T'es sur les nerfs regard farouche, donne le feu vert crève au feu rouge

La foule ahurie et apeurée s'met à pleurer, putain

Es-tu conscient de tes limites ? Du sang t'en perds en millilitre

C'est juste une question de minutes, ici les armes sont militaires

La mort est sur les lieux du drame, souvent les plus gentils qu'on cane

Va pas attendre Ryu pour ken Ken, c'est en s'salissant qu'on s'aime

Tu connais bien le scénario gros : téma, T-Max

Démarre, t'es mal, t'es où ? T’es mort

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Neuf-Trois tu peux pas test, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Les armes des pays de l'Est chantent la symphonie des chargeurs

Une bécane, des cojones, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

Mozart réduit en pièces, chante : la symphonie des chargeurs

La symphonie des chargeurs

La symphonie des chargeurs

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La symphonie des chargeurs

La symphonie des chargeurs

La symphonie des chargeurs

Rap Genius chante : la symphonie des annotations ! Rejoins-nous !

Buy Your Dope From Me Lyrics

Artist: Young Buck

Its colder than muhfucka outside..

I gotta get this money though, fuck that

Row, row, row, ya boat

Slowly down the street

Smokin' mary, mary, mary, mary

Come and buy yo dope from me

I hit my first lick, musta been the seventh grade

I came up on a chunk, I bought a coat and pair of J's

And I ain't feel bad about it, on the block it was the way

I had to bend the rules a bit, I was tryna eat wit snakes

Bought a pack, paid my momma light billing by the day

You jus witnessed the clubs that you dealt into the game

25 birds on the counter, shit ain't changed

My Mexicans, they let me get that chickens to the thang

I smokin' sumthin exquisite ridin' tinted in the range

Diamonds lookin jus like Buck's chain and his ring

Spinnin' through the city watchin menace spillin' caine

Jada-pinkett ridin' wit me lip game insane

Mayne..

Sandwich bags of pyrexx and some cocaine

Follow me, as I take you to the dope game

I got felonies, I can't get a nine-to-five

Quarter chickens, 5 G's, now that's time for 5

I can't fuck wit homeboy, I heard he would tell

All black Geneva scales, dope under my fingernails

Hot water, abra-kadabra, ready rocks

All straight and plastic Glock, candy-red Chevy drop

Flood this muthafucka, coke all on every block

Tryna be number one like the chain that Nelly got

White square blocks like a baseball field

Embrace all fielders, south, eight, paul kills

I got my hoopdie on hub caps postin', they lookin fo 24's

They pullin niggas over, they look like they getting dough

I stop at the store, to get some zip-lock bags

Jar full of dro, I gotta get rid of that

You know what they doin folk, ain't no need to ask

And if ya only buyin' one, I don't need ya cash

Homie, jus stay in ya weight class and get you a safe stash

Whip it, whip, it, whip it, whip it, nigga then break the glass

These hoes will tell on you, I'm tellin you the truth

And if a hater try to rob you I'm tellin you to shoot

(*Gunshot*)

Coral (珊瑚) Lyrics

Artist: IGLOOGHOST / Album: Solar Church

Better People Lyrics

Artist: India.Arie / Album: Testimony, Volume 1: Life & Relationship

Yeah Yeah!

Yeah Yeah!

(Verse 1:)

I wish there was a video game

To teach you your ancestors name

I wish there was a phone number

Like 1-800-Save-Your-Brother

I'm thankful for the radio station

Not afraid to put the truth in rotation

There are skirts of information

That you can only get in conversation with...

(Chorus:)

Young People, who talk to

Old People, it would make us

Better People, all around...

(Yes it would)

And if Old People would talk to

Young People, it would make us

Better People, all around....

(Yes it would)

(Verse 2:)

We went from radio to TV

Now we're going from LP to CD

Don't be afraid

To try something new

I can help you with the brand new technology

Help me with the age old philosophy

Together there's so much we can do with:

(Chorus:)

Young People, who talk to

Old People, it would make us

Better People, all around...

And if Old People would talk to

Young People, it would make us

Better People, all around....

They say that every

Generation gets worse

Whether if your generous or no purse

These problems tend to strive off the sky (yeah)

Listen to Mahatma Ghandi's words

Be the change you want to see in the world

Start with yourself and healing will multiply

AAAAAAH, that's what happens When..

(Chorus:)

Young People, who talk to

Old People, it would make us

Better People, all around...

If Old People would talk to

Young People, it would.....

Better People, all around....

If black people

Would talk to white people

It would make us

Better People

All Around....

If Republican people would

Talk to Democratic people

It would make us diplomatic people

(laugh) All Around.....

Igualdade é uma Ilusão Lyrics

Artist: Chullage / Album: Rapresálias... Sangue, Lágrimas, Suor

Igualdade é uma ilusão, liberdade é só uma vaga sensação, yo yo

Se a tuga incendiar não é acidente é fogo posto

A levar e a não dar é algo que eu não tou disposto

Escapei a muitos mas a muitos mais ataques eu tou exposto

Sou filho de emigração e sem pagar nem estudar imposto

Viver a ter que enfrentar as investidas do exército oposto

Mas brother eu não me rendo como eles tinhas suposto

E niggas ficam com medo, vergonha ou desgosto

Ou pensam que se se virarem pró outro lado sobem um posto

Olham-me de cima para baixo mas eu derrubo estes gigantes com um encosto

E passam a ter de olhar de baixo pra cima

Para o ódio, o orgulho em ser como eu sou expressos no meu rosto

No meu cabelo e nos meus lábios, na minha pele e na cultura enraizada dentro de mim

Eu tenho muito gosto, e isso ninguém me tira

Pa todo f.d.p que me tem na mira

Por achar que eu estou neste país a ocupar o seu lugar, f.d.p atira

Vou continuar preto e aqui por mais que o racismo me fira

Guerra é guerra, mas enquanto eu disparo rimas

Eles disparam drogas, armas, doenças, crimes seguidos de sentenças

Trabalho duro sem recompensa. quando país e filhos levam todo o tipo de ofensas

Extermínio da cultura e das crenças. atrocidades imensas que apanham brothers em cheio

Levam a perdas sensas. só merdas intensas

Que mantêm a minha relação com este povo muito tensas, mesmo muito tensas, mesmo muito tensas

Igualdade é uma ilusão, liberdade é só uma vaga sensação

Esquadrões inteiros marcham como a nossa posição

Retaliação não é a melhor solução

Mas é melhor que esta situação

È como se eu combatesse no território do inimigo, sempre em desvantagem

Sem um dia, sem abrigo

Um cainado armadilhado criado para acabar comigo

Ás vezes olho para as vitimas e vejo a cara de um amigo

Mais um que se perdeu neste conflito já antigo

Mais um que não reconheceu um 2001 de falsos, que o severo usou para levar até ele o perigo

São muitas as vezes que penso que já não consigo

Que sinto a falta de alguém que me diga: "preto eu tou contigo" "yoo brother mi stá ku bô"

Mas independentemente do sangue, das lágrimas do suor ninguém eu sigo

Em frente neste trilho

Se sobrevivi á pobreza e ao racismo então eu sobrevivo a qualquer outro stress, ou estrilho

Não sei se vou morrer sem nada mas vou deixar a cultura, a tradição

A força e o espirito de revolta ao meu filho

Para que continue a luta pelo respeito, até te digo e uma panela de milho

Se não tiver como pagar, se for preciso ninguém eu roubo

Eu tiro ao pilho de uma forma feroz

Aquilo que eles hoje têm à pala do suor dos meus avós

Longe vão os tempos em que eu não erguia a voz

Tempos em que a minha garganta criou muitos nós

Hoje nesta guerra santa eu sou daqueles que não foge

Igualdade é uma ilusão, liberdade é só uma vaga sensação

Esquadrões inteiros marcham como a nossa posição

Retaliação não é a melhor solução

Mas é melhor que esta situação

Procuro um presente, não me dará nenhum futuro

E sempre foi assim desde que este mano mais escuro viu a luz

Neste mundo obscuro

Problemas encontram-me, não sou eu quem os procuro

Só mesmo o meu pénis consegue ser mais duro que este país onde a minha mãe me pôs

No seu 1º parto, quando ela limpava casas e o meu pai construía casas

E tudo o que eles tinham era a merda de um quarto, de quarto pa barraca

De barraca para prédio

Tudo o que eles têm é a mesma vida que eu estou farto

Que se foda o diálogo, é para a guerra que eu parto

Cotas vivem iludidos mas o pouco que eles têm não chega pa tostar nenhuma

Barraca para prédio ela não muda

Por isso eu não deserto e só espero que deus me acuda

Porque nesta tuga life mais nenhum f.d.p me ajuda

Mas eu estudo o adversário, não é só ele que me estuda

Não deixo que pequenas vitórias deixem soldados enganados

Muitos hoje em dia já se acham respeitados

Mas não passa da rua, continuamos derrotados, rejeitados, isolados

Por majestrados, cotas fardados e deputados

Por isso ainda passo noites inteiras liando nas trincheiras

Com grupos inimigos a vitimarem fileiras de soldados sem união e outros sem pão

Ou daqueles que apontam para o lado quando disparam o seu canhão

Sofrendo baixas e emboscadas de balas e toxicoses, armadilhas, civis, bongós

E bros que juntam-se ao outro lado e derrepente ficam sós

Porque não percebem que a vitória começa em nós sermos nós

Nós sermos nós, nós sermos nós

Começa em nós sermos nós

Igualdade é uma ilusão, liberdade é só uma vaga sensação

Esquadrões inteiros marcham como a nossa posição

Retaliação não é a melhor solução

Mas é melhor que esta situação

Yo, liberdade é só uma vaga sensação

Bad, Bad, Bad Lyrics

Artist: LANY / Release:2015-12-11 / Album: Make Out EP

Back to high school love

The kind without the drugs

We were just two city kids

We would run around

And tear a few things down

But that's the worst that it would get

Bad, bad, bad we're in trouble now

Or so, so, so they'd say

They think they've got us figured out

But we kinda like it, that way

It was just a crush

But wild and dangerous

You and I were out too late

Started in my car

Might have gone too far

But we were down to make mistakes

Bad, bad, bad we're in trouble now

Or so, so, so they'd say

They think they've got us figured out

But we kinda like it, that way

They say we're going to hell

Let's find a cheap motel

And stay a couple nights

And when our time is done

We'll go back on the run

Do whatever we like

Bad, bad, bad we're in trouble now

Or so, so, so they'd say

They think they've got us figured out

But we kinda like it, that way

They say we're going to hell

Let's find a cheap motel

And stay a couple nights

And when our time is done

We'll go back on the run

Do whatever we like

They say we're going to hell

Let's find a cheap motel

And stay a couple nights

And when our time is done

We'll go back on the run

Do whatever we like

Lonesome Dreams Lyrics

Artist: Lord Huron / Release:2012-10-09 / Album: Lonesome Dreams

I land on an island coast

Where the only souls I see are ghosts

I run through a wooded isle

And I chase the sunlight mile after mile

And I feel like I know this place

As the tree line breaks into wide-open space

I stare at a bright red sun

Though I search all day, I never find anyone

I walk on a winding road

In the deep of the night, near the edge of the known

I pass by a moonlit lake

And a cold wind blows and my bones start to shake

And I feel I should know this place

As the road winds on into wide-open space

The wind plays a haunting tone

As I make my way through the night all alone

I been dreaming again of a lonesome world

Where I'm lost and I've got no friends

Just the rocks and the trees in my lonesome dreams

And a road that don't never end

I been dreaming again of a lonesome world

Where I'm lost and I'm on my own

What am I destined to be? It's a mystery baby

Just please don't leave me alone

I lie under starlit sky

And the seasons change in the blink of an eye

I watch as the planets turn

And the old stars die and the young stars burn

But I don't really know this place

And it's lonesome here in the wide-open space

Can it be as real as it seems?

Maybe this time I won't wake from the dream

I been dreaming again of a lonesome world

Where I'm lost and I've got no friends

Just the rocks and the trees in my lonesome dreams

And a road that don't never end

I been dreaming again of a lonesome world

Where I'm lost and I'm on my own

What am I destined to be? It's a mystery baby

Just please don't leave me alone

Christmas 1915 Lyrics

Artist: Celtic Thunder / Album: Christmas

1915 on Christmas Day

On the western front the guns all died away

And lying in the mud on bags of sand

We heard a German sing from no man's land

He had tenor voice so pure and true

The words were strange but every note we knew

Soaring or the the living dead and dammed

The German sang of peace from no man's land

They left their trenches and we left ours

Beneath tin hats smiles bloomed like wild flowers

With photos, cigarettes, and pots of wine

We bult a soldier's truce on the front line

Their singer was a lad of 21

We begged another song before the dawn

And sitting in the mud and blood and fear

He sang again the song all longed to hear

Silent night, no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore

All's calm, all's bright

All brothers hand in hand

In 19 and 15 in no man's land

And in the morning all the guns boomed in the rain

And we killed them and they killed us again

At night they charged we fought them hand to hand

And I killed the boy that sang in no man's land

Silent night no cannons roar

A king is born of peace for evermore

All's calm, all's bright

All brothers hand in hand

And that young soldier sings

And the song of peace still rings

Though the captains and all the kings

Built no man's land

King & Queen Lyrics

Artist: Mary J. Blige / Album: Reflections (A Retrospective)

From the very first time back when I met you at school

I looked in your eyes, saw something special in you

We inspire that we we'll be American dream

Escape this reality, come start a new one with me

We could be neighborhood royalty

Or much more than that you'll see, we're makin' history

We'll go to the mass, fly to heaven and back

The highest heights imagine, yes, as we can do all of that, baby

We could be King & Queen someday

We'll never throw our dreams away

We'll make this picture complete, start a new family

A boy that looks just like you, a girl that looks just like me

And each day that they grow, we'll teach them all that we know

Help me show them the way

We'll show them we're not afraid to be free, the only thing that should be

The fliest fantasies, the highest they can dream

Grab hold to my hand, say that you'll be my man

Someday you'll be my king and baby I'm your queen to be

We could be King & Queen someday, someday

We'll never throw our dreams away

Cities may crumble, the world is in trouble

But we'll be in love and we'll rise above it

Each of our people, pray for a leader

I know we will be someday, someday, oh

Someday, someday, oh, someday

We'll never throw our dreams away

We could be King & Queen someday, someday, oh

We'll never throw our dreams away

Better off dead - demo version Lyrics

Artist: New Found Glory / Album: New Found Glory

Ash his heart onto the ground

Pull his guts out by frustration

Be careful you might kill him

Just 'cause he can't hear what you say

Doesn't mean that he's not listening

If you listen to your words

He might like what you say

So you've been going out for years

And I'm sure that you've been happy

Happy with your role

You've been looking up to him

As if you've forgotten of your own life

Forgotten of your own face

Burn and start again

Just 'cause he can't hear what you say

Doesn't mean that he's not listening

If you listen to your words

He might like what you say

On my own again

That's what she said

That's what she said

I'm leaving you tomorrow

But she already left

She already left me

On my own again

That's what she said

That's what she said

I'm leaving you tomorrow

But she already left

She already left me, yeah

She said I'm better off dead

It's your own life

Live it for yourself

It's your own life

Live for your

Just 'cause he can't hear what you say

Doesn't mean that he's not listening

If you listen to your words

He might like what you say

On my own again

That's what she said

That's what she said

I'm leaving you tomorrow

But she already left

She already left

On my own again

That's what she said

That's what she said

I'm leaving you tomorrow

But she already left

She already left me

She said I'm better off dead