Intro

*car engine starts*
*phone rings*

Cedric:
Man, this fool ain't pickin' up.

Nelly on answering machine:
You know who it is. Do what you do.

Cedric:
Ey, yo Nelly. What's up dog, this Ced the Entertainer. Get at me man. I been
hollerin' at you. Man I been tryin' to call you 'bout three days.
Done called your cell phone, your pager, your voice mail over your mama's
house. Your Uncle Darell and I paged Kyjuan like three times. Ya'll
get at me man. I just want to holla at you playa. You know I'm out here in Cali
just doin' it up, hangin' out here. You know. Chillin'. Trying to
do a little TV. You know how I do it. Rollin' round here in a big body Benz wit
two dollars worth of gas. Ha. Who said it won't no future in your
front? Getting ready to put it down like that with that country grammer right.
I heard about it, using them words like St. Louis. HeRRe. TheRRe.
Put them two capitol R's and evr' thang. Ha. I feel you on that right. I feel
you so just get at me so I can do a lil somethin' for you, flip a few
thangs. Just call me back. Whatever. You can't get me, call over my mama's
house, they know how to page me. They a page me to yo number
then i call you back or you could just page my cousin Keith and he'll call my
cousin lil Darrell who got my real pager number and then I'll you back
on his cell phone. He He. Whatever you do playa, do it St. Louis style. Put it
down for the STL ight. Now get at me.

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by Metallica

Suddenly, I am in front of the lights
I can't unlove you (you, you, you, you)
He said, your amazing
She said, then why you waitin'?
(Be good, be good, be good, be good)
Show me some positivity (zoom, zoom zoom)
Show me some positivity
We'll be together, come whatever
Not just staring at the stars
These are headstrong, crazy days
When your mind's made up and the music plays

So much for you [x6]

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by Jay-Z & Kanye West

Yo what's goin on, this is Drake
And I'ma let you know what you about to witness aight?
This right here, is a Drake, and DJ Smallz collaboration
So I'm from Canada, my mans from down South
You understand the #1 DJ in the South to be exact
You heard that at the VMA's, you heard it wherever he goes
My man Smallz is out there down South
Same time reppin for Toronto, Canada y'knahmean?
So this right here what you 'bout what you listenin to right NOW
is the official, "Southern Smoke: Special Edition"
I call it the "Room For Improvement" mixtape
Cause I'm not perfect, and I bet neither are you if you listenin
so you need to just accept, what's THERE, y'knahmean? But look
You need to just let this play out
from track one, to track whatever however many I put on here
You need to just listen to this because look man
it's the first time, Canadian, down South, my man Smallz
Your boy Drake, you know what it is man
So just, uhh, tune in nigga...

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by Cee-Lo

[No Lyrics Found]

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Das ist kein Album, das sind Schmerzen, der November Rain auf Deutsch
Nach diesem zeug, kann man zum ersten mal auch Männer sehen die heulen
oder Männer gehen vor Freude raus und drücken Krokodilstränen
denn ich selber war bis heute down und glücklich vom Release Date

Nix kann plötzlich schief gehen, nix vorbei sein und beendet
Ich bring Freiheit für die Menschen und mit Zeilen I am Legend
Sei's der letzte meiner Sätze, letzter Rap, letzter Beef
Führ ich als Engel meinen Krieg, Captain Jack rest in Peace

Egal ob echt oder 'ne Seifenblase, Benz fahr oder Breitling trage
ich habe mehr Fans als die Welt Längen- oder Breitengrade
Eins ist klar, ich hab Verständigung gesucht
Doch scheinbar ist mein Ruf gefestigt wie ein Gangmembertatoo

Doch siegt am Ende statt der Teufel nur das Gute über Nacht
Dann schließt der Chef Zeuge Jehowa mit mir Blutsbrüderschaft
Das ist kein Album, Shit, du spinnst ein bisschen, ihr Spinner stinkt ein bisschen
Dein Mist gegen (..) wie ein hingewichstes Kinkerlitschen

Das ist Mister, der dir nicht ein bisschen verändert
Das ist so schwer, wie haargenau gerade aus pissen mit Ständer
Ich bin Rapper, hab der Stadt Berlin die Heimat geopfert
Doch trage immernoch statt Waffe nur die Geige im Koffer

Ich bin kein Boss, kein Dealer, kein Spieler, war nie ein Pate
Fick nur alles mit dem Part, ich mach den Kranich wie Karate Kit
Und ja, es ist nicht leicht, mich sehen die meisten schon als Star
Ich schreibe Parts unter einem Arm, wie einen MySpace Kommentar

Das ist kein Album, das ist Stoff, jeder will etwas kosten
Ich komm und ficke jetzt die Boxen so wie Chrystal Meth den Osten
Die Kids glotzen, doch mein Ende find ich sicher nicht als Gleiche
Denn ihr Fortzen seit wie Hangman, nur vom Kinderstrich gezeichnet

Das ist kein echtes streifenkino, bring die Tatsachen zu Tisch
Ich kann dich jetzt wie Captain Iglo zum Quadrat machen du Fisch
Und wag es nicht mich abzufucken, denn ihr Rap (..) Drache
(....)

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by Khalil

(Instrumental)

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No You Don't (Version)

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by KRS-ONE

[Intro: sample]
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, make marijuana legal (well speak your mind then)
Ok, I will, no one has the right to tell me what I can do with my own body
What I can eat, drink or smoke, this is a free country
And no one can take away my constitutional rights
Hey man, can you put me on and I can say anything I want
Is that what I need to do? (Yea)
Then why isin't alcohol made illegal? Why isin't that
While you drinking it, it hang on and disposes your liver
Besides that, it's a habitat for alcohol
Besides that, cigarettes are much worse than pot
No one ever got killed by pot (you tell 'em, you tell 'em)
God damn it, man, everything, you can get us anything you want
(Anything you want, marijuana legal
Make marijuana legal, what's so bad anyway
What's so bad about feeling good?
There's nothing wrong with blowing crack, yea!)

[Method Man]
Yo, stop, look & listen, guess who coming up?
And y'all was dumb enough to think that Method's number's up
Pockets so fat, they need a tummy tuck, you hungry fucks
Can sum it up, I give my money up, spit at a honey
Then split a honey Dutch, roll it up, can't roll with us
If you can't hold your liquor, throw it up, y'all know what up
See we them niggaz, ain't no hoe in us, the flow is nuts
I'm off the meter, momma wished that I was off the reefer
But, for now, I got this game up in the cobra clutch
Plus, the silverback gorilla swigger, shot of Tequila to the gut
Nigga, trust, I got that Killa up
What y'all ain't feelin' us? Ain't feelin' ya
When half ya niggaz posing similar, yea
Ladies and gents, I think this game need a enema, yea
It's common sense, I Used 2 Love H.E.R., now they pimpin' her, yeah
But if you Enter the Wu-Tang, you tripping
Like somebody tied together your shoestring, now listen
I'm the, real deal, come on, come back to get ya like bad karma
Y'all niggaz is throwing rocks with glass armor
Fuck the court system, pleading the fifth
And if Def Jam is deaf, start reading my lips
I'm cocky, possibly I got my reasons and shit
They ain't built a man that can stop me from feeding my kids
[Chorus: Method Man]
And if you don't know where I'm coming from, never know where I be in
Most likely, where ya start at'll be the place where you eating
And anybody hating on him, hating on them
That's right, anybody hating on him, hating on them, motherfuckers
[Outro: Method Man]
How could you ever say that I'm washed up
When I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
4:21... The Day After

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by Chely wright

[Pusha T]
Playas we ain't the same, I'm into 'caine and guns
Show par with the fishes, make the face lift numb
Out in Panama in that amazing sun, I'm amazing, son
You niggas wonder where my grace is from
I speak with corrupted tongue
Recognized the underworld since I was young
Back in '84 when I saw Crocket & Tubbs as the law
These eyes got big when they televised that raw
My mama should've seen it comin'
Me runnin' up and down the stairs too quick
Hummin' Miami Vice theme music
Called the 'roin made me colder
I see the villains' impact, now that I'm older
Ignorant fool, views ignorant, too
Got a lot of money, keep militant tools
Wasn't present the session they handed out the rules
So I grab a tape and related to life's cruels
The meaning?
Pusha T's more than the semen
Not just a rap name, more so like a damn shame
Nothing's changed, just the crimes is less heinous
The three of us know, yet the shooter remains nameless
And I don't even watch my back
I was raw before rap, and I ain't lost my past
Shit could get hairy, I could lose my-self in a flash
Niggas'll think I'm Jim Carrey how I off that "Mask"

[Malice]
I even went by the book at first
Until I realized 9 to 5 wouldn't quench my thirst, so I
Start my mission, leave my residence
Mama knew that I child like me had better sense
But something had to give, that's real I had to live
I chefed that soft white and pumped from her crib
Scouts honor started with my grandmama
Who distributed yay she had flown in from the Bahamas
Partner, please, I grinds, I hustle with ease
Can damn near eyeball any weight in my sleep
I don't entertain hate surrounding the street
If I was you, I'd be trynna get down with me
But no, see these niggas know too much
Meanwhile I rock jewels that look like my diamonds blush
Cats act as if rap fell in my lap
I've suffered heartbreak many times back to back
And still feel belittled sittin' here spittin' riddles
Amongst clown ass rappers who tend to give me the giggles
Let 'em take it however they wanna take it
I'm the reason your favorite MC's no longer your favorite
Hey, I one of the greats, I can't lie
I mean great to the point I'm concerned I might die
Make no mistake, Malice is who you tune to
It's all in the name, trust, I will wound you

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by AC/DC

When We're Ready to Sing,
We Step up the Microphones,
And It Comes out Something Like This.

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by Chingy ft. Tyrese

Welcome to N.A.S.A
North America
South America
N.A.S.A. is unity

N.A.S.A. is a unique cooperative effort
with our counterparts all over the world.
We create together breaking boundaries
and borders set for us by society.

We tend to bring elements that maybe were
built 2000 miles apart, and the first time
they see each other is on record.

Our aim is to transcend preconceived divisions
that are in place to keep us divided.
Music and art have tremendous power of bringing
people together, and this is our goal: To show
through these mediums that we are all one race of human beings

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Ain't That Peculiar

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by Chipmunk

Stillmatic (The Intro)

Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Boiling in my veins
It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more
Blood of a slave, Heart of a King
Turn my voice up

Ayo, the brother is Stillmatic
I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt
They thought I'll make another Illmatic
But it's always forward I'm moving
Never backwards stupid here's another classic
C-Notes is falling from the sky
By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive
The feature opens with this young black child
Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down
Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background
Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us paw
I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft
And the murderous, hungriest crews
People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth
Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine
That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth
I know the streets thirst water like Moses
Walking through the hot desert searching to be free
This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia
Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix
I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute
Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'all
Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back
Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap repo-man
To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggas who real
Professionals, stick up child's dreaming for meals
Let my words guide you, get inside you
From Crips to Pirus this is survival

Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King
Uh, yea
Huh, Braveheart

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by The Maranatha! Singers

[RZA]
Yo, yo one two one two, yo live in effect
We got the king Ruler Zig-Zag-Zag Allah
Commonly known to y'all as the RZA
Yo before we go into side two or side B of this double CD
Knahmsayin I want to give y'all a little announcement man
For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out
the shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin?
A lot of niggaz trying to take hip-hop
and make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin?
Or make that shit funk
Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang gonna bring it to you in the purest form
I got the GZA on my side, Killah Priest
Sunz of Man, Royal Fam, Killarmy, Gravediggaz, 12 O'Clock
Yo, we want to let y'all niggaz know somethin man
To my people all across the world; Japan, Europe -- knowhatI'msayin?
Canada, knowmean -- Austria, Germany, Sweden
Yo, this is true hip-hop you listenin to right here
In the pure form, this ain't no R&B with a wack nigga takin the loop
Be loopin that shit thinkin it's gonna be the sound of the culture
YaknowhatI'msayin? (That player bullshit)
YaknowhatI'msayin? All that player dressin up
on this shit, actin like this some kind of fashion show man
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here
YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics, MCin
And yo, to y'all niggaz who think you going to become an MC overnight
YaknowhatI'msayin? Better snap out that fuckin dream
Man it takes years for this you Cat in the Hat ass rappers
You Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose, simple minded
(Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit)
Word up man (I'm talking about you MC's)
You ain't no MC; niggaz ain't made for this yaknowhatI'msayin?
This shit was Only Built 4 Cuban Linx -- we told y'all niggaz back then
And then everybody wanted to change their motherfuckin name
YaknowhatI'msayin? We come out with a style
Now everybody wanna imitate our style and all you producers out there
YaknowhatI'msayin? It's all good to show love to a nigga
But stop bitin my shit, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Come from your own heart with this shit
And all y'all MC's, stop biting from my niggaz
We told ya'll niggaz on the fucking Cuban Linx album
Don't bite our shit, y'all niggaz keep biting
Yo, I'm going to tell y'all something man
It's time for the Wu revolution right here
To all my niggaz across the world
Raise your motherfucking fist in the air
And get ready for the Triumph
Cause the Gods is here to take over this shit
Word up, peace

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by A Skylit Drive

(Instrumental)

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by WU TANG CLAN

I've seen the silence grow between us
And not to make this sound so hard
But all my troubles and my justice fades on such cold steel
I made up that story to change your mind
I could have been somebody else
But now I'm me this time.

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by Natural

Don't believe a word,
A word they say.

It's more than a T-shirt,
It's more than a tattoo,
It's more than a phase.
This is how I was raised.

You keep trying to market this feeling.
I heard what you said,
And no were not the same,
No were not the same.

You'll never be a part (of what we have),
You'll never sing a song (that we love),
You'll never get respect,
And you cant fool us
Cause we know what you are.
Dont believe a word,
A word they fucking say!

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by Tracy Lawrence

Once upon a time
But not too long ago
There was a new liter of puppies
At a place called the dog pound
They were all very cute and adorable
As all puppies are
But in this liter there was one special puppy
This story is about him

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by Hellyeah

Überall an jeder Straßenecke sehen wir Todsünden
in jeder Wohnung... und wir nehmen es hin.
Wir tolerieren es, weil es schon zur Gewohnheit geworden ist.
Es ist trivial.
Wir tolerieren es morgens, mittags und nachts.
Nun..ab jetzt nichtmehr!

[Bushido]
Ihr habt so lange drauf gewartet man
doch ich bin wieder mal zurück
und jeder deutsche Rapper wird von mir gefickt
das ist der Beton
fresse, das bin typisch ich
du wirst therapiert bis du auf die Tränen Drüse drückst
die meisten nutten sind am kotzen
weil das Album kommt
wer sagt ich bin weich geworden
ich bring die Gewalt in Songs
ich renn einfach auf die Bühne rauf
wenn ich nicht darf
1000 Euro strafe
denn ich sitze im Gericht und schlaf
Sonny Black ich bin 3 fach aggressiv
reis die Maske runter, fresse
ich hab einfach Appetit yeah
Die Patronen fallen
hörst du die Kanone knallen
Bring mir ne Rakete
und ich schieße fettes Brot in All
Ich bin der Junge der die Platten verkauft hat
der kriminelle scheiß Kanacke aus der Hauptstadt
Schau den Gangster an
wer ist aus dem Knast gekommen
Kletter jetzt zurück
und ich zertrete deinen Pappkarton
EGJ Labelboss
Das ist Gangster Rap
fresse, ich bin King und nimm dir deine Rente weg
keiner wird hier auf der Street akzeptiert
auf der Street hast du dich mit Keep it Real krass blamiert
wir verstehen deine Sprache nicht
du bist leider du
leider Schwul
leider quatscht du mich mit jeder scheiße zu
kannst du sehn
ja die Wolken reisen auf
ja ich such ein schlechtes Vorbild
und folter einen Clown
ich bin zurück
jetzt wird die Szene aufgemischt
und für mich gehört in Sache Rapper jeder ausgeknipst
immer noch ich
das ist Album Nummer 7
und sie wollen mir hier echt den Mund verbieten
dann fickt euch
Ab sofort hab ich offiziell mit jedem Streit
und ich ficke deine Schwester
meine Tracks sind Themenreich
ich mach vor keinem Halt
Jungs von den Straßen sind so
ihr Zecken das war grad mal das Intro

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by Pierce the Veil

I say
I’m still dreaming bigger than I’m living
And just sleeping long enough to dream
Spent long enough in the sheets
It’s time to turn it to the real thing
And turn these ideas to milli’s
Business in the buildings
No girlfriend, you’re looking for some feelings
Find a dentist
Me and my crew toured around the world
Shook a million hands
I never made the crowd fans
I made ‘em all fam
And came back to the city
That made us all men
Except we kings now
Reflecting, trying to take it all in
I put the city on my back
So that way if I fall
I’m crowd surfing the map
I turn mistakes into lessons
Dead ends to exits
On the journey of my life
So I’m inviting ya’ll to get in
Let’s go

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[Reporter]

Good Evening [sirens in the background]
I'm reporting live from Sunset Boulevard
Where many excited fans have gathered with candles
[crowd starts chanting "Tupac"]
Awaiting the much anticipated release, of Tupac Shakur's latest album, Better Dayz
This is yet another post-humorous release by Tupac
Which, raises the question
Where are these songs coming from?
It's interesting how, the message in these songs
Is still relevant today
Even in his death, he's touching people with his lyrics
I can feel the energy in the air, as they count down to midnight
When the album will officially be released
Oh, hold on, I, think they're starting to countdown now

[Crowd]

5, 4, 3, 2, 1 ...

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by Linkin Park

Intro Songtext
Lade Songtext von http://lyricwiki.org/Clueso:Intro (http://lyricwiki.org)
(verschiedene Samples)
"Jetzt kann’s losgehen"
"Ich halt’s kaum aus"
"Auf der Jagd nach props und fame"
"Lass mich aus meinem Traum raus"
"Jetzt kann’s losgehen"
...

(Clueso)
Käm’ ich nicht aus nem beschissenen Business,
aber wissen wir nicht alle, was man wissen muss?
In gewisser Hinsicht dachte ich jeder checkt es,
dass Hip-Hop nicht nur weite Hosen und Poserrap ist,
Wert ohne Bluff is’
Ich versteck mich wo noch Liebe zur Musik is,
sich viele Stile vermischen, weil der Moment nicht flüchtig ist,
es ist richtig (?)
Man langsam müde wird, umgeben von Schaumstoffpyramiden,
Elektrosmog und schlechtem Sauerstoff
Auf der Suche nach dem nächsten Knacks im Dauerloop
Bleib ich daheim für MCs mit Battlerhymes wie für B-Boys mit Powermoves
Auf jeder Jam ob das auf Dauer groovt?
Ich glaub nicht
Ich will wissen, wer diese rissige Mauer schuf?
- Es ist Entwicklung
Ja, und Jam heißt Pflaumenmus...
Das ist mir zu bequem
(… souverän)
(Es kommt, wie’s kommen muss)
Kein dämliches Gesetz, ich seh das ähnlich
So kommt es, dass ich entschieden dagegen setzte und dass nicht wenig
„Jetz kanns losgehen“

Sag mal, sing ich?
Oder siehst du Dinge nicht?
Ich fühl mich unverstanden wie Schlingensief
Wieso denn? Was?
Zweite Strophe gibt es nicht vor so 'nem harten Tag

(Hör zu)
(Wenn wir endlich mit dem Album kommen, auf das ihr lang gewartet habt)

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[uncredited female rapper]
Food and liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standin hymn nuhana
J&J's, pale chicken, good finger lickin
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild and Lynnwood Liquors
The winos crooked stagger
meets the high stride of the youth searchin for the truth
They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings
They get, high off that drum bass and 20/20 rims
They rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq and 40's
They call they women hoes, bust downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubblin over in brown sugar
They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype's powdered
The well is running dry, the days of Malcolm and Martin have ended
Our hope has descended and off to the side
Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution
Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution
But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood
I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good

[Lupe Fiasco]
A'uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi
Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim
Dedicated, to my grandmother
Peace! And much love to you
YEAH!! And it start
1st and, 15, proudly present
You know what it is
See.. I got this philosophy right
I think the world, and everything in it
Is made up of a mix, of two things
You got your good, y'know, and your bad
You got your food, and your liquor
That's right.. Chilly Chill!
You already know, it's a long time comin
I give you my.. I give you my heart
My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings
My experience, nuttin more, and nuttin less
Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So
With no further ado...
Lupe, Fiasco's, "Food & Liquor"

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by Trivium

In the jungle, it grew a tree
where all the animals could be

Shhhhh! Let's start the record!

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by Trivium

In the jungle, it grew a tree
where all the animals could be

Shhhhh! Let's start the record!

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by Mando Diao

all around me – just feel me |
NY to cali – now feel me |
we gettin’ this like this no miss we hits |
like a cannon ball get my drift, oh…. |
yeah, yeah, ooh child I love that sound |
make me wanna get up throw my head so wild |
it’s so damn physical GD got you busy now |
see me gettin’ (crazy) benjis by the millies now |
I hit’em with some more style (deadily) you know I’ll blow down every single brick in a showdown |
(in only the first round) ’cause that’s how it goes down |
T-O-P this ain’t the last of me | it’s steady takin’ over me |
just can’t stop movin’ my feet | and I don’t wanna stop baby i’m fine
::hook:: I hope yall ready for this ’cause yo we got that big bang |
just get up throw up your fist and yo follow when sing la ra ra…

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by Brian Mcknight

Optimisum, about the faith of the people that have accepted of the mission of improbable, to become some particle, perged
by the discouage of suffering, anger, hate, religions and war, Its tought to explain, debate, or even explore, but I die
straight to the core,
And explosion of intrespect so quiet, he can definalty, yet he can breath into the sins lounges into the most rempered
thugg,
Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mudd with a point of the head of a heavy weight, from the cold detail of the hot
reality of the butcher trap. to the grand Negro's flights of fancy from the astract mind of a hip hop super nerd, as long as
the truth is heard,
The truth must be spoken, my youth has been smokin and drankin, drankin and smokin, a life like that may seem right, but
that aint what the seem like, we aint tight unless yall tight, might bless me and all types, the goal is for all growns to
be sat upon by ture Kings
All pretenders must fall into the phantoms of they own character fall, But as long as we attempt to tell ourselves, WE ARE
NOT FREE

All in once say it, Bubba K now, Here to doubt, Wheres today?
On the Grey Hound, sittin in the back on top close to 8 pounds,
Run for a inniocent town that I can shake down,
Passed the Mississip, I swim in the great lakes now,
Made it this far, but I still cant escape now, Law ran in,
Back in the A town, and all im worth is all that aint found,
My brother in Denver used to do a lil dirt, Maybe move with him,
I can do a lil work, Cant produce a walk, I do a lil smirk
Shop at Wal-Mart, I do shoes and a shirt, Tried to call mama,
She denied the call, She aint smoke the sh**, I provide for yall
Try to doze of with PM Tylenol, Jus move a lil piece, cant smile it off,

Yall aint free, Not yet free, Not yet free, Not yet free

Continue'n my voyage, In the Coldoraldo, Cant live life with my Doraldo,
This pill is hard for you to swallow, This pig sh** in which for you to wallow,
Im posted up here, atleast until tomorrow, Get a pund of Buffalo Nik's that U can swallow
Only thing im holdin is Pain, You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they cant find the hop,
That hustlin game gotta stop, On the open road, now is not the time to flock,
The buzz is formulating, Now it the time for Jimmy time to drop

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by The Rocker

[instrumental]

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by The hives

A child was born in the East one day
Moved to the West coast after his parents passed away
Never understood his fascination with rhymes or beats
In poetry he was considered elite
Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A.
Lost connections with his true roots far away
But no matter the job or crime
He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme
New York's hip hop movement broke loose
DJ's cut records, raps had the juice
Since busting rhymes was his natural thing
He was crowned the west coast MC king
But after his inauguration there was a rush
Of wack rappers with one intention to crush
This master rapper and take his throne
A simple job,he had no crew, he stood all alone
Assassins came in groups of one through five
With raps no mortal MC could survive
But he showed no mercy, he rapped blood thirsty
Battling from Friday on through to Thursday
Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt
Every confrontation K.O. knock out
On his never ending journey to the T.O.P.
The L.A. player M.C. ICE-T

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by maroon 5

Shout out to gun play
Shout out to T O
Shout out to Kenny Williams
Shout out to e 4
Shout out to e class
Nigga we eat fast
Shout out to gucci pucci beamers who eat shave
Shout out to Larry Hoover
Shout out to big meach
Shout out to Bucky Brown
Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to fil con
Shout out to big bar
Shout out to John Dough
The Whole Lench Mob
Shout out to Rick Ross Because I Run This
I was a Trill nigga bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee Slangin that H Town
Gettin bank in the tank knockin weight down
Shout out to lil trav triggers get pull back
It's 5 stacks to a hit bet u feel that
This the corner stone penalty of low and blow
In the strip club with 50 grand that's all u know
Shout out to Cuban Boys young drug dealers
Shout out to red and blue I got love nigga
Shout out to chi town all the g d
Shout out to 305 I rep c c
Shout out to lil j
Shout out to jay z(yes)
Shout out to say I'm gettin straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker cook the kain harder
Shout out to Asain P who sold straight robbers
Shout out to scarface(for shore)
Shout out to bun b(I thought u knew)
I meant s ca bob
My ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy
I got Love fool We both millionarie's let's make some thug moves
I'm paronode it's to much pray for nery

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by Fabolous

[CD opening]

[Lady Speaking:]
To all my fans,
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, Hmmm...

[Reading CD back]
[Gun shots and screams]
[Bullet shell is dropping]

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by לוקאץ'

Hey, anybody wanna hear something dirty?
Well ya know, You're gonna have to help me
You know that old building, next to the Indian burial grounds?
Well word has it
There's a chest buried underneath the floor boards under the stairway there
And inside it, there's all type of dirty history
Left behind by this crazy warrior
And people say if it was ever dug up
It would bring this guy back around
Then he would spread all these messages himself
So now that I've told you all
Do you still wanna hear something dirty?
Ok, follow me
Look, there's the stairway
Come on, hurry up, let's pull up these floor boards
Look, there it is, help me pull it up
Quick, give me something to break off this lock
Cool, now help me open it up
What the!

Intro

[interviewer, possibly Harry Allen]
What are you giving them back?

[Rakim]
Umm, I think what I'm givin them back man is umm...
what they been waitin for yaknahmean? Umm...

SKILLS

Intro

by Tupac

Look how far we've come
You're still here
This is us
These are my confessions
Still going strong
Yeah man
Let it go...

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by 112

[P. Diddy speaking:]
To be or not to be that is the question,
Ball and G. that's the answer,
Living Legends, many are called
but few are chosen, you know their names,
legendes of the south,
8Ball fat boy, MJG, pimpin',
BadBoy nigga, show them whachu got!

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by The Vandals

Shut the door Bobby. You know why i dad to send the boys to come got you. Your talking like a bitch now bobby shut the f**k up. Yo bobby, come here i wanna tell you something. Come o- come over here, come over here, come over here... (kissing sound)
Jadakiss (rapping)
I got it now though baby...
Lets go,
Uh, Mutha fukin' kiss of death nigga..
Kiss of death, just warn em'
J-A-D-A this is it right here,
J-A-D-A, back by popular demand of the hood
J-A-D-A WHat, brown skin rhaspy, one of a kind
the chizamp is hizare
J-A-D-A, ah-ha! J to the (kissing noise) niggas know the voice of god.
I'm just makin the kizar

[Intro lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
they goin' haft ta get me at the top
this yizear
the gizame is mizine niggas
whoever yall think can spit, i spit on em'
(hacks up spit) to, Ah-Ha!

JadaKiss (talking)
Kiss of death muthaf**ka
We just sartin' this muthafuker
Ruff Ryders, D-Block, Sright!
(kissing noise)

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by Tori amos

Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')

Oooo Oooo
Now take it to the floor
I know you like it so tell
the DJ keep it rockin' like

Oooo Oooo
I know you heard of me
Interscope gave me the deal
Soon as they got word of me

Oooo Oooo
Baby please understand
Can't have you all up on
me I roll with some killers man

Oooo Oooo
Polow and Timbaland
I'm in the middle like Mody
They just my homies man

Oooo Oooo
I see her muggin me
She don't want no problems
I got a lil' bit of thug in me

Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')

Oooo Oooo
Now take it to the floor
I know you like it so tell
the DJ keep it rockin' like

Oooo Oooo
(We 'bout to get it poppin')

Oooo Oooo
Now take it to the floor
Move it don't stop it
Now tell the Dj keep it rockin like

Oooo Oooo
ATL born and raised
Too many claimin the A
Ain't really from the A

Oooo Oooo
Just saying what I feel
rep where you from not where you live
baby keep it real

Oooo Oooo
You look like you new to this
Don't even have it cuz you don't know what to do with this
(You's a rookie)

Oooo Oooo
Henny And Apple Juice
That's what you give me
if you really tryin to get me loose

Oooo Oooo
Thank you for turnin me on

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by Manic street Preachers

[Puff Daddy]
Yeah,
Here we go one more time,
For all you ballers and ballette's out there,
The saga continues,
We took a little break,
But we back now,
It's our turn now
The first up to bat,
Is that nigga... They call... MASE
Yeah, you heard me right... MASE
Yeah, and if you don't believe it,
Double Up motherfuckers

Let's go

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by The Vandals

[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
[baby cries]
C'mon push baby, one more time
[baby cries]
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!

[Curtis Mayfield's Super Fly plays over this]

[Sugarhill Gang's Rappers Delight fades in]

... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat

[voice comes in over]
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
otherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)

[Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in]

Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!

What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
[B.I.G.:] Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
[B.I.G.:] Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
[B.I.G.:] Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
[B.I.G.:] Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me? [gun clicks] Motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
[B.I.G.:] Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
[B.I.G.:] Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
[B.I.G.:] Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
[B.I.G.:] Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?

[Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in]

Open C-74, Smalls

Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
[B.I.G.:] C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
[B.I.G.:] Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no more
We'll see
[B.I.G.:] I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha

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by Next

[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
[baby cries]
C'mon push baby, one more time
[baby cries]
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!

[Curtis Mayfield's "Super Fly" plays over this]

[Sugarhill Gang's "Rappers Delight" fades in]

... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat

[voice comes in over]
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
otherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)

[Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in]

Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!

What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
[B.I.G.:] Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
[B.I.G.:] Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
[B.I.G.:] Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
[B.I.G.:] Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me? [gun clicks] Motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
[B.I.G.:] Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
[B.I.G.:] Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
[B.I.G.:] Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
[B.I.G.:] Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?

[Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in]

Open C-74, Smalls

Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
[B.I.G.:] C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
[B.I.G.:] Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no mroe
We'll see
[B.I.G.:] I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha

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by Eternal

[DJ Clue talking]

Yeah, this is the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm Fabolous the album Street Dreams,
I mean we all Street Dream
from sometime to another you know fast cars, cash, women,
living the life, my boy Fabolous
he is living Street Dreams ya'll...

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by Doors

I'd like to welcome you...
to - Utopian expierence

Of The Heart, Of The Soul & Of The Cross

I'd Like to say what's up to God...

(Yeah) I'd Like to say what's up to God...

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by Jonny lang

Ohh wee
My darlin
Can I make love to you tonight
Sweetheart
I will do you right
I can make you feel so good
I'm in the mood to make love tonight

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by Dolls United

(von der Kool Savas LP Der Beste Tag Meines Lebens)
Ihr habt lang genug gewartet
Dass ein Album erscheint
Frei von gebiteten Beats
Und peinlichen Rhymes
Peinliche Lyrics
Die keiner peilt
Und keiner versteht
Mit peinlichen Texten
Von peinlichen Punks
Wie MC René
Peinlich für Deutschland
Dass jeder Horst hier Platten released
Und sich dann noch zu fragen,
Warum ist die Lage so mies
Nicht wegen Napster und MP3
Oder Kids ohne Geld
Sondern einfach weil den Kids
Die Mucke nicht mehr gefällt.
Nehmt mein Flow
Baut drauf auf
Baut was auf
Bringt was raus
Raucht Euch auf
Ihr braucht
Keine Demos um politisch zu denken
Sondern mir nur das Mic zu geben
Um die Szene zu ändern
Egal wie sehr ihr von Herzen rappt
Und bescheiden ihr tut
Eure peinliche Art zu rhymen
Ist scheiße genug
Statt zu fragen, ob ich Samy mag
Und denke er hat Flows
Fragt mich wieso ist deutscher Rap
So sinnlos wie Aaliyah‘s Tod
Ich hab keinen Plan alle
Rhymen lahm
Und sind nur auf Ihre Müllflows eingefahren
Ich komme mit Rhymes im Arm
Wie Mütter mit Kids
Und such nach besseren Crews,
Doch find sie sicherlich nicht
Du bist kein Rapper,
Sondern nur ein kleiner Penis wie Clits
Und verschwindest nach einer Single
Gleich im ewigen Nix.
Während Du Dir den Kopf zerbrichst
Warum es kracht wenn es donnert
Sind wir leider schon
Optik-mäßig auf die Sachen gekommen

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I Wish

Intro

by Shawn Desman

DRAGON LIVE ON SAY IT WITH ME
DRAGON LIVE ON (NIGGA) DRAGON
LIVE ON DRAGON SAY IT WITH ME
DRAGON LIVE ON DRAGON LIVE ON
SAY IT WITH ME DRAGON LIVE ON
OHHHHH

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by שלום חנוך

[Footsteps and a belch are heared]
WHOOOO!!!
Hey, how you guys doin.
You want more?
Alright, then SHUT UP!!!

Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo (Shoobeedoo)
Shoobeedoo Shoobee Snoobedeebeebop

Girl (girl, girl, girl)
Your My World (world, world world)
Your My Girl (girl, girl girl)
Your my world, world world.

Here's a song for da ladies.

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by Avail

bree bree bree breeeeeeeee (x3)

3x bree ?! .......WTFH?! xD lol

Breekachu - I choose you!

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by MADONNA

Yo What's Up?
You've reached MH
Leave a message at the tone

[Romeo & LDB]

Yo, Yo, This Romeo and LDB boy
What's up Bat?
You're on your own now!

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by American Music Club

This is the story of the (of the) honey tree.
You can read along with me in your book.
You will know it is time to turn the page,
When you hear the chimes, ring like this:
[chimes]
Let's begin now.

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by Frank Zappa

Hello boys and girls. Welcome to your De La Soul readalong storybook!
When you hear this sound...
...that means turn the page.
And now we begin our exciting adventure of... De La Soul is Dead.

[PLAYGROUND HONEYS:]
- Oh my God, Vanilla Ice...
- He's so fly!
- The boy is so good.
- Did you see his body?
- He could dance too.
- He could.
- He's better than any rapper I ever seen!
- And plus his dancers!
- He's so jammin'!

[JEFF:] Yo, what's up?
[HONEYS:] Yo, Jeff, where you been, man?
[JEFF:] Guess what I just found, I just found a De La Soul tape in the garbage.
[HONEYS:] For real? Let's hear it!
[JEFF:] No!
[HONEYS:] Aww, be like that!

[MISTA LAWNGE:] What's up, cocksnot? How ya doing, buddy?
[HONEYS:] Cocksnot? You gonna let him call you that? Sucker!
[JEFF:] Leave me alone!
[LAWNGE:] What do we have here?
[JEFF:] Nothing!
[LAWNGE:] Listen, you little Arsenio Hall gum having punk!
[HONEYS:] Oooh! You let him call you Arsenio! Oooh!
[LAWNGE:] I want the tape!
[JEFF:] It's mine!
[HONEYS:] Oh, he played you! Jeff's getting played! Jeff! Jeff! Bodyslam him, Jeff!

[LAWNGE:] Now! I've got the new De La Soul tape! Hey dicksnot, buttcrust, get over here!
[D.J. AUB:] What's up baby?
[MASE:] Coolin'!
[LAWNGE:] I just got this De La Soul tape, man, slamming. Where's the box? The box!
[MASE:] So, yo, let's get with the shilsnihilsnobilsno!
[AUB:] I got the bidox, let's do this like Brutus!

...28. For those who have all four answers correct, you will recieve
a specially selected Grand Prize. Thanks, and goodnight, for Three Feet
High and Rising, this is Don Newkirk.

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by Fenix tx

In the point..
Intro run Take one!

Los pendejos conocen
secando ferias está bien,
pero yo conozcolo también
que no lo tragan si mueren.

Welcome to the album!!

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by Tenth Avenue North

[Piano plays]
La, la, la...
Oh, oh
Yeah
Ghetto's what you are
You're my star
You're my superstar
Yes you are
Without you near I can't go
I can't go far
You're my superstar (superstar)
Yes you are
You're the one I need
Yes you are
Let me lay you back (don't you change a thing)
Check out this good talk (whoa, whoa)
Can't fool myself
It's you in my heart (you're my superstar)
You're my superstar
Girl, you're beautiful as you are
Baby you're, you're, you're like a rib from my body
Yeah
Baby you got a wonderful body
Yeah
Ain't gonna read about nobody
All she needs is my body
To keep all the good ghetto love in her body
Yeah
Say yeah
Whoa
Ghetto yes you are
You're my star
Whoa, whoa, whoa
All I can say is
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
Ghetto whoa, whoa, whoa...

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by Beastie boys

spoken word: have ya heard?
what's it all mean? what does it really mean?
what is it? what exactly is it: is it poetry? is it prose?
what is it: rants and raves?
some people want you to be: political.
and they want you to be pissssed offff:
they don't want you to try and be: honest.
GOD FORBID you try to be funny.
so, there's nothing more i can say, except that: right now:
wherever you are: listening to this: i can guarantee you:
i'm probably: somewhere: else: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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by Thrice

[sample of If and When by The Three Degrees] + Fat Joe
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day y'all)
Now your shadow's gone away, you took awayyyyy

[Fat Joe speaking over sample - can't be heard]
Crack, uhh
Yes, things of that nature, uhh
Yeah, uh, yo

No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! {*echoes*}
... That's right, the welcome mat on the ground ain't the same
Damn right ya homey Joe done changed
Let's be honest y'all niggaz left me to die on that cold December day
BUT, I survived; so much if you thought I
would pull up in the corner and die, not I
... No people, not me
As long as Streetrunner keep makin them hot beats
I +SHIT+ on you haters on that 'Beat Novacane'
Make hits for the ladies with my niggaz Cool and Dre, CRACK! {*echoes*}
... Know if you mention the name
You mentionin, Big Pun, Terror Squad and the pain
And the pain has been the only status cat in the game
Relevant, {?} so much niggaz love to take aim
Cause I'm...

Yeah I'm lonely
It's hard bein the only real nigga in this shit man
Cook Coke Crack, Terror era's the Squad cocksuckers
Things of that nature
It's a new regime it's a new day cocksuckers
{*sample: I need your love*}

I spit blaze all, napalm, the mic technician
Coulda blazed y'all but gave y'all a slight condition
Never to defy my wishes
I'm the king of NY, all these other niggaz liars and bitches
Who you know spit dope, with a name like Cook
Niggaz say, that he ain't, but ain't I good?
Got the whole fuckin industry shook; matter fact the streets
Cause all the killers come home clappin for me
Ain't no peace on the streets with these Spanish kids
Just another cop beating in Los Angeles
Yup! You guessed it the President didn't say shit
'Nother vacation, chillin in Camp David
And they wonder why the hood's so hot
My pops locked up, my moms cooked rock
And just the other day Lil' Troy got shot
over a 2 dollar dice game, way to lose your life mayne

Yeah, this is things of that nature
You gon' get a variety of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton' Montana forever
Uhh, Kato, yeah - CRACK! {*echoes*}
SHIT on y'all niggaz

[R&B sample to fade]

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by Destiny's child

[Interviewer:] Yo I'm sayin, these Ruff Ryder Niggas
[DMX:] Dog
[Interviewer:] I heard these niggas is for real
[DMX:] Dog. That's my man and them
[Interviewer:] But I heard these Niggas is like suppose to be lockin down
the industry on some shit, on some power shit.
[DMX:] Dog that's my mans and them
[Interviewer:] Eh
[DMX:] So what I'm doin'
[Interviewer:] right, right
[DMX:] my mans and them is doin, because
[Interviewer:] right
[DMX:] that's my mans and them, ya know
[Interveiwer:] I feel ya
[DMX:] Now ya feel me?
[Interveiwer:] I feel ya
[DMX:] So you know when you fuckin with me
[Interveiwer:] right, right
[DMX:] you fuckin wit
[Interveiwer:] oh oh, what are ya doin now?

[DMX:]

Told y'all niggaz
Ya just don't listen
Why must you be hard headed
Tried to explain, but ya didn't hear me though
Ya know, grrrrrr

Uh
One two one two, come through run through
Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do
Some do, those that know are real quiet
Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot
Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the hardest
rap artist and I'ma start this
Shit up foreal, get up and feel, my words
I make herbs split up and squeal
Ill is all I've been hearin lately
Niggaz hate me, wanna duck tape me and make me
put their brains on the wall, when I brawl
Too late for that 911 call
Niggaz stay beefin but a lot of them bluffin
But not me because I'ma nigga that can get out of them cuffs
You think a lot of them tough
Not just for frotin
When I hit them niggaz like 'What you want?'
the battle turns into a hunt
With the dog right behind niggaz chasin em down
We all knew that you was pussy
but I'm tastin it now
And never give a dog blood
because raw blood
I have a dog like one bitin whatever
All up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
and ain't no love I do em all like that
Four right up in they back
Clak Clak
Close your eyes baby, it's over
Forget it, happened in front off your buildin but
nobody knows who did it
What
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Uh
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Uh
Where my dogs at?
What what
Where my dogs at?
Uh
Where my dogs at?
What what

Niggas is pussy
Keep me runnin from the werewolf, owww
Howling at the moon on the roof
Eh, ah, no, get em
Ten niggas on him, hope God's with him
Give me the bat, let me split him
I'll have em where the pillow and the casket won't fit him
Only reason I did him, he wouldn't fight back
Trieed to strike back
Left him like that, layin up with the white hat
Gettin right back at ya when I snatch ya
up out the grave, nuthin but bones and ashes
Hittin niggaz with gashes to the head
Straight to the white meat but the street stay red
But this girl gave me head for free
Cause they see, who I'ma be by like 2003
That Nigga D took it there
He thought it was a joke
He went through like 20 G's and thought that
I was broke, stupid
That's what you get for thinkin and eventually
found that's what you get for stinkin
Blowin up the spot when you rot
plus if it gets hot they know you dipped
for four squared blocks
Hit em with the ox to the grill
Eh, ah, kill nigga kill
Yet still they don't know I'ma rob who
That dog DMX is a muthafuckin problem
Aight

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by Rush

[Instrumental]

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by Brad Paisley

I've seen the silence grow between us
And not to make this sound so hard
But all my troubles and my justice fades on such cold steel
I made up that story to change your mind
I could have been somebody else
But now I'm me this time.

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by 36 Crazyfists

Choking on your fear, you no longer see so clearly. (x3)

(This love that never lasts, love that fools so easily, is anger deep inside, its anger deep inside of me. Its empty words that ring, these empty words don’t mean a thing. This love that leaves so fast is love that comes so easily.)

This love that comes so fast is love that fools so easily. (x4)

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by 1200 Micrograms

[Puff Daddy]
Push
C'mon Shorty stay push, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon push it's almost there
One more time, c'mon
*baby cries*
C'mon push baby, one more time
*baby cries*
Harder harder, push harder
Push, push, c'mon
One more time, here it goes!
I see the head!
Yeah c'mon!
YEAH! YEAHHHH!
You did it baby, yeah!

*Curtis Mayfield's Super Fly plays over this*

*Sugarhill Gang's Rappers Delight fades in*

... the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don't stop!
Rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
The boogey to the boogedy beat
Now what you hear is not a test, I'm rappin, to the beat

*voice comes in over*
God damnit, what the fuck are you doin?
You can't control that god damn boy? (What?)
I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the
motherfuckin boy and chopped him
(Get your black ass off!)
You can't control the god, I don't know
what the fuck to do with that boy
(What the fuck do you, whatta you do?)
If if you can't fuckin control him
(All you fuckin do is bitch at me)
Bitch, what I say, I'ma send his motherfuckin ass
to a group home goddamnit, what??
I'll smack the shit outta you bitch
(Take your black ass, the fuck outta here)
Motherfucker, you are fuckin up
(Comin in here, smellin like pile of shit, dumb motherfucker)

*Sugarhill fades out, Audio Two fades in*

Gizmo's cuttin, up for the
Suckers that's, down with me!

What nigga you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains you crazy?
B.I.G.: Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga yes
Nigga what the fuck nigga? We gonna get...
B.I.G.: Nigga it's eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
Yeah nigga but, but...
B.I.G.: Motherfucker is you broke motherfucker?
We need to get some motherfuckin paper nigga
Yeah but nigga it's a train ain't nobody robbed no motherfuckin train
B.I.G.: Just listen man, your mother givin you money nigga?
My moms don't give me shit nigga, it's time to get paid nigga
is you wit me? *gun clicks* Motherfuck is you wit me?
Yeah I'm wit you nigga c'mon
B.I.G.: Alright then nigga lets make it happen then
All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor! *blam blam*
Get on the motherfuckin floor!
B.I.G.: Chill, give me all your motherfuckin money
And don't move nigga!
B.I.G.: Give me all your motherfuckin money, I want the jewelry
Give me every fuckin thing
Nigga I'd shut the fuck up or I'ma blow your motherfuckin brains out!
Nigga, give me your jewerly, give me your wallet
B.I.G.: Fuck you bitch, get up off that shit
What the fuck you holdin on to that shit for bitch?

*Audio Two fades out, Snoop Dogg fades in*

Open C-74, Smalls

Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
So how does it feel leavin us?
B.I.G.: C'mon man, what kind of fuckin question is that man?
Tryin to get the fuck up out this joint dog
Yeah, yeah, you'll be back
You niggaz always are
B.I.G.: Go head man, what the fuck is you hollerin about?
You won't see me up in this motherfucker no mroe
We'll see
B.I.G.: I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahahaha

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by The Get Up Kids

[Jay-Z]
It's the Dynasty niggaz... as promised...
The world's most infamous...
Roc-A-Fella Records...
This is Roc La Familia...
It's Young Hova... Beanie Sigel... Memphis Bleek... Amil-lion...
It's the Dynasty niggaz... 2000 to infinity...
This is ghetto to ghetto.. gutter to gutter..
Street corner to street corner.. project to project..
Worldwide... walk with us niggaz...
Hoffa... Dash... it's the Dynasty niggaz
Check it out...
Uhh... walk with me... talk to me... yo..

The theme song to +The Sopranos+
plays in the key of life on my, mental piano
Got a strange way of seein life like
I'm Stevie Wonder with, beads under the doo-rag
Intuition is there even when my vision's impaired, yeah
Knowin I can go, just switchin a spare
On the highway of life, nigga it's sharp in my sight
Oh! Keen senses ever since I was a, teen on the benches
everytime somebody like Enus was mentioned
I would turn green, me, bein in the trenches
Him, livin adventureous not worryin about expenditures
I'm bravin temperatures below zero, no hero
No father figure, you gotta pardon a nigga
But I'm starvin my niggaz, and the weight loss in my figure
is startin to darken my heart, bout to get to my liver
Watch it my niggaz, I'm tryin to be calm but I'm gon' get richer
through any means, with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture
Never read the Qu'ran or Islamic scriptures
Only psalms I read was on the arms of my niggaz
Tattooed so I carry on like I'm non-religious
Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures
Niggaz, say it's the dawn/Don but I'm superstitious
Shit is as dark as it's been, nothin is goin as you predicted
I move with biscuits, stop the harder niggaz actin too suspicious
This is, food for thought, you do the dishes

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by 2Pac

Will I miss my home? Looks like rain up past the hills.
Now I’ve got every reason.
Now if it weren’t for June I might have forgot
We came here on a velvet rope
and it almost feels like home.
We climb up just to turn back down
and find what counts below.

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Kanye, can I talk to you for a minute?
Me and the other faculty members was wonderin could you do a lil som...
Somethin beautiful
Somethin that the kids is gon love when they hear it
Thas gon make them start jumpin up and down and sharin candy an' stuff
Think you could probably do somethin for the kids for graduation to sing?

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by The Cardigans

Ask me why

Do you know what's secret star

Do you know what's secret soul

Do you know what's secret deram

like a sea

Open your eyes...

You'Re Waiting For Love With Me....
You'Re Waiting For Love With Me....

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by Saigon Kick

Ohhhhhhh...

Lost whispers ...
Awaken whitin me ...
And fly ...

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by LIL WAYNE

[Rick Ross:]
You see
We dream chase
Cause that's all we was given to start with
They we realized
The dream was attainable
Now look at us

[Girl:]
Maybach music

Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Countin money all I seem to hear is benji talkin
Hater we ain't conversatin it's just semis talkin
Used to be the boul
They said they have a penny on em
Now I walk around with twenty chains with like a milli on em
Lace up my boots
Put on my strap
And go lookin for that paper I'm like where it's at
They lookin at me
I'm starin back (I see you)
Feelin like I'm superman
Every time I wear this mac

Monday
It's probably 106 & park
Tuesday
Probably in the hood where it get dark
Wednesday
Probably catch me swimmin with the sharks
With blood drippin from my shoes
These lous coated in my heart

[Rick Ross:]
See dreamchasin is a occupation
Those with the job understand the process and manifestation
A dream starts as a thought
And it's nurtured, achieved and sustained
Then we go back in our minds for more work

Let me out my cell
Right back on the mission
Fresh from offa bail
Right back in the kitchen
Who the fuck gon pay my lawyer
I got
And like eighty grams of crack
He said the feds probably come for ya
I'm like oh lord
Copper said I tried to kill I'm when I go to court
I hope they don't find me guilty
It's my word against they word
And I won't get a chance to speak
I caught my case with nine of my niggas
And I'm the only one they beat

I took one for the team
Even though I had a dream like martin luther king
Who thought that I'd be cover of these magazines
Cause I be spittin fire flow on kerosene

Lemme talk to em
Uh
Fuck ya'll niggas gon say about me
My north niggas they don't play about me
South philly niggas that'll spray about me
A million dollar bail in a day bout me
Ain't gotta sound real cause they'll tell you that
I'm on the top floor, I started where the cellar at
Self made, bitches

[Rick Ross:]
I had a dream one time
It was that I was gon make a lot of money
Doin what I wanted to do
I went after it
And it was a struggle to achieve
But you know what
I caught that bitch
Dreamchasers
This is where
Dreams become reality

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by tracy chapman

Bienvenida a Tijuana
Bienvenida mi amor
De noche a la mañana
Bienvenida mi amor

Bienvenida mamacita
I'm in ruta Babylon
Bienvenida la cena
Sopita de camarn

Calavera no llora
Serenata de amor
Calavera no llora
No tiene corazn

Por la Panamericana
Bienvenida a la aduana
Bienvenida mi suerte
A mi me gusta el verte

I wanna go to San Diego
I wanna go y no puedo
Bienvenida a Tijuana
Bienvenida la juana

Calavera no llora
Serenata de amor
Calavera no llora
No tiene corazn

Bienvenida mamacita
I'm in ruta Babylon
Bienvenida la juana
Tequila, sexo, marihuana

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by 112

From the National Weather Service...
There is a severe heat advisory in
effect all over the world
Right now, temperatures are at 98? and rising.
Please use extreme caution so
as not to be overwhelmed by this heat.
Further information will be announced
as it becomes available.

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Your presence of mind becomes a Presence in mind and body for good,
so you are less affected by the negative pressures and principalities.
Don't resent what comes to light.
Bear the pain of failings.
Don't blame anyone.
Be aware of your past.
As it comes to light don't force don't dig it up.
Be aware of your part of the past or present trouble or involvements.
Noting the compulsiveness of your own behavior and attitudes,
you might then have some compassion upon those who mistreated you in the past.
Can't help yourself, realize that you condemn ourselves.

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by Jump5

What is this?
I have no idea
Okay welcome, follow come in okay single file, watch your step,
Welcome to Kelis's world
You've entered?
Don't touch that!...

Yesterday, we were born
We took your stereos by storm
In just one day,
Through all the scorn and the hate we'll penetrate your homes and domes
With just one take
And now we're here let the games begin
Get ready, start, let's play
We''ll win this race

This is the new beginning
The empire strikes back
Learn from losing
Cherish winning
Forever
Star Trak

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by Organized Konfusion

There are children whirling, laughing
They don't know they should be scared
Give me that hope, give me time to love

High above the glowing city
Planes make circles humming madly
Please keep me safe
give me time to love

All I can do, all I can say
I'll keep you safely in my arms
And close your ears to not hear harm
I'll sing to you

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by Mattafix

This is Crazy Town...
We're not evil
We just cause trouble and have fun
We're not evil, we're not good
We're somewhere in between
We live within the friction of life
Yeah

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by DJ Jurgen feat. Alice Deejay

[spoken]
And I trusted you...
And I trusted you...
Listen to me
I trusted you...

Wake up.
I've been..
Watching you...

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by Dannii Minogue

I remember the stories they used to tell me,
about how beautiful and powerful she was.
She was a goddess amongst mortal men.
Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder.
Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity
to all those fortunate enough to hear her voice.
But that is no longer. Those are just stories from the past.
I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her.
They used her for their own personal gain, success and pain.
They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love,
But really, it was done for money.
They say money is the root of all evil, but I know its people.
It's people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her.
It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul.
Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect.
But now I fear for the worst.
The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day Music dies.

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by BOB DYLAN

Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away

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by Beatles, the

Wij maken een kringetje van jongens en van meisjes
Wij maken een kringetje van tralala
Maak nu een buiging
Maak nu een buiging
Bij de hand
Bij de hand
Pak je maatje bij de hand
Stop

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by Samantha mumba

spoken word: have ya heard?
what's it all mean? what does it really mean?
what is it? what exactly is it: is it poetry? is it prose?
what is it: rants and raves?
some people want you to be: political.
and they want you to be pissssed offff:
they don't want you to try and be: honest.
GOD FORBID you try to be funny.
so, there's nothing more i can say, except that: right now:
wherever you are: listening to this: i can guarantee you:
i'm probably: somewhere: else: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

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by Golden Smog

Erick Sermon]
EPMD
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Squadron uh huh

.. [DJ Scratch] ..

[Erick Sermon]
Hah let me introduce my DJ Scratch the black Balboa
I'm Erick Sermon the dope rhyme blower
My DJ Scratchatori interesting like war stories
with EPMD the fame and the glory
The Boy Wonder the second Nature the Arnold Schwarzeneggar
_The Eraser_ upon the crossfader
From Brook lyn Albany Projects
Been around the world with the DJ sets, catchin wreck

[Parrish Smith]
Yo the track drives me to excel
Scratch is dangerous like a third rail
Got the feel like braille, stayed charged like a Duracell
The show-stopper, knockin cats out like Rock'em'Sock'em
Can't stop him, so playa hatin is your only option
Hands quicker than Roy Jones with no headphones
BK Albany PJ's where my man zone
EPMD and Scratch, the quarterback
Meltin wax, flippin more tracks than Amtrak

.. [DJ Scratch] ..

* The Lady of Rage sample *
Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty gritty one time
When it comes to the [scratch] I gets busy with mine

[Erick Sermon]
It's on now baby

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by Birdy

Yeah
Still at it
Villmatic,
What a life we chose
I'm sending this out to those
Who fell down, but then rose
I'm hot, I'm hell bound with these flows,
Cole,
And when my story's told
Let it be known that I'd never fold
I took my time
I gave my soul
I watched you shine
But me I glow, so
I'm coming for what I'm owed
Ya know

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by Deine Lakaien

[Gallego]
Bueno, pueblo!
Aquí están los 12 discípulos!
Fueron muchos los llamados!
Pero 12 los escogidos!
Como decir que vale la pena seguir viviendo!
Hasta que nos llegue la ultima cena!

[Vico C]
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien

[Eddie Dee]
Esta es mi sazón de borinqueña (Aja!)
A los del torro repartiendo leña
Échate pal lao’ que es el turno de mi descarga
Aquí no hay na' pa’ ti, ni pa’ tu lengua larga
Que sabes tu de liriquear y de tirar con flow
Que sabes tu, tu no sabes na’, el que sabe aquí soy yo
A los buscones buscones les daño sus intenciones
Mas vale que se ajusten bien los pantalones

[Tego Calderon]
Se juntaron 12, y aquí esta el mas loco de to’s
Acribillando, matándolos
Sucio difícil con tu combo me tiro
Hablando de mono, el tipo canta con King Kong
Míralo fronteando del mas locario
El coge-bofeta’ del barrio
Estilos copiando, el mas cáscara
Un chota con papeles hablando de mascaras

[Voltio]
Que los parta un rayo, esto viene salvaje
A mi no se me apaga el turro ni el voltaje
Se van en un viaje, lo que viene es sabotaje
Te voy a estar esperando cuando por mi zona bajes
Le meto fuertemente pa’ que la mami sacuda
Voy a ver como frontean, perrean, y sudan
Maleantes de cartón, tengo opinión no hay duda
Ojala que de los 12 no me salga ningún Judas

[Zion]
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien

[Daddy Yankee]
(Que, que, que!)
Daddy Yankee les inyecta la letal morfina
Que hace que sangren por la herida
Juegate las cartas que la brisca las tengo yo
Vamonos a millón, fundiéndote el bombillon de callejón
Yo me paro firme en el soneo
Derrotando la clave, la rumba con mi sandungueo
Cada vez que le meto a esto plantocon mi actitud
Quitate tu, que en esto soy mas que tu

[Ivy Queen]
Quitate tu que llego la caballota
La perra, la diva, la potra
La mami que tiene el tumbao'
Al que se pare al frente me lo llevo enredao'
Chilling, por que la queen tiene el mambo y
Chilling, siempre que salgo matando
si en Puerto Rico lo saben ya
Llego la reina de esto asi que echate pa’ca

[Johnny Prez]
Bienaventurado el que escuche este liriqueo
Quitate tu si no das la talla, lo que hay es fuego
(Pa' tras!)
Después no diga que no se advirtió
(Pa' tras!)
Aquí el bacalao se repartió
Tengo la azúcar de Celia, y la rumba de Tito Puente
Compongo como Tito, y doy palos como Clemente
No canto de cora’ canto con el cora’
Valió la pena tanta demora

[Nicky Jam]
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien
Quitate tu pa’ ponerme yo
Vamos a ver aquí quien es quien
Después no digan que no se advirtió
Son doce que dan por cien

[Wiso G]
Lo mismo vi yo en lo claro como en lo oscuro
Y te juro que sin baterías soy el más que duro
Toditos _____________ uno a uno
Ellos son muchos nudillos, soy un solo nudo
Buscate todos los alicates que sean necesarios
Ellos tienen un idioma y yo tengo varios
Se siente mi flow por donde paso
Con un micrófono, y 12 hermanos en el mismo brazo

[Lennox]
Aquí llego el Lennox con su sazón
Nosotros a los otros preocupación
Hacer buena música es mi obligación
Un poco de salsa con reggaeton
Ahora vengo yo sin estipulo
Cargando este capitulo
Y no hace falta otro titulo
Somos los 12 Discípulos

[Gallego]
Mire, mi hermano!
Celebremos, que este pueblo siga bailando,
sudando!
Existiendo como pueblo dentro de una disco,
o en un residencial!
Y que jamás, llueve o truene, quedemos
huérfanos de la conciencia!
Hoy somos 12!
Mañana...seremos mile

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by Chris Tomlin

Trebuia sa spun ceva inteligent pe intro de album
Nu mi'am facut versuri, deci nu am ce sa va spun
Am baietii care ma sustin in spate dar sunt cam grei
Rugati'i voi va rog sa se mai dea jos unu' din ei!
Sunt aici, sunt viu, speranta, cand vise nu mai ai
Mergi pe mana mea. Auzi, da... cate kile ai?
Am prea multe defecte in fata acelor persoane suspecte
Ce se vor perfecte pentru ele doar puli erecte
Doar pe casete de hip-hop nu las amprente
Ma'mbrac doar larg, sparg rime si capete pe beat de rap
Pun cap la cap idei tampite care'mi trec prin minte
Nu ma critica, sunt in genunchi, mai bine taci si'nghite
Arunc ideea'n aer, deschide'ti mintea si prinde'o
Nu sta de fraier, baga'ti umbrela'n cur si deschide'o
CNA-ul sta aplecat cu urechea la mine, ce bine
C'odata cu urechea i se apleaca si gura, de la sine
Ne bagati pe gat alcool, droguri, tarfe care preacurvesc,
Inseamna ca nu mai e mult pana la prima victima din rapul romanesc
C'o alta lege vor sa ne lege, cica pe copii'i corupem
Ba! Noi vroiam sa cantam cu copiii, nu sa'i futem!!!
Am placerea sa rup tacerea, cu riscul de'a ma duce la puscarie,
Oricum e mai ok acolo, ca nu platesc chirie.
Multi nu ma suporta, eu nu suport cursul vietii,
Mi'as trage un glont in cap da va murdaresc peretii baaa...
Stii? Bag pula-n peretii vostri

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by The ataris

"And folks, if you take a look out the right side of the plane You see a cloud that looks exactly like Badly Drawn Boy..."

("Oh my god"..."Dude"..."That really does look just like him"..."That guy's everywhere".)

"...and just so you know we will be touching down in approximately 3.5 seconds."

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