SoWhat – Nu e usor

Am cautat prea mult sa ma intorc in trecut
Da nu-i decat un drum anevoios si neplacut
Alina stie ca mi-e dor de fiimiu’poate si ei
E de cacat,dar gasesc linstea intre derbedei

Am scapat totu de sub control, e cam nasol
Orasu care ma iubea, mai nou ma scoate din decor
Zilele mor,innecate in tutun,iarba si alcool
Am dato’n bara cand am crezut ca-i mai usor

He,unde dracu’i fericirea,cand toti cauta nemurirea
Un joc murdar,strang din dinti pana-i scot din maxilar
In spatele strazii tre sa stau mereu in garda
Tre sa-mi apar numele ca’s multi ce vor sa-l arda

Stiu nu mai sunt cine am fost,e timpu for the bad boy
Multe m-ar vrea inapoi,da n-am timp tre sa alerg dupa atatea foi
Ca banii fac tot,si pentru ei pizdele fac bot intelege boy

Refren :x2
O noua zi trece din viata,mai am putin si mor
Cafeaua-i mai amara,cuvintele tot dor
Totu se schimba,nimic din ce o sa vina nu’i usor
Gara spre trecut,vreau s-o pierd in decor

Strofa : II

Stiu cine am fost,stiu cine sunt,nu stiu ce o sa fiu
Noroc cu scrisu asta si muzica de ma mai tine viu
Sunt un nenorocit,sau poate ca’s prea sincer uneori
Si deasta peisajul meu usor usor pierde din culori …

Banii fac tot,asta am retinut de cand eram pripas
Si ca tre sa ma uit atent in spate dupa fiecare pas
Totu pare complicat ce cacat,cand toti iti dau batai de cap
N-o sa ma inteleaga nimeni,asta simteam pana am dat de “RAP

Cu un ochi in trecut si unu’n viitor,maiku pornit
Prezentu pare,din alta lume si eu deja m-am sictirit
Nori deasuprea mea si mai mereu sta sa ploua din greu
Nu zic ca’s credincios,da cand sunt jos ma rog la D-Zeu
Nori deasuprea mea si mai mereu sta sa ploua din greu
Nu zic ca’s credincios,da cand sunt jos ma rog la D-Zeu

Mr. MFN eXquire ft. Chance The Rapper – Untitled

[Intro]
Is it playing?
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Na, na, na, na, na (x5)

[Verse 1: Chance The Rapper]
Kiss my ass in case you get this, get the kitchen supplies
Dishes, washers, wishing water was delicious as wine
Well aware of when and where and who nigga did the crime
Digits, smidgets, you know numbers tell the viciousest lies
Picture pigeons could fly, vision penguins with fins
Pitch a pilot to air soon, schooling fishes to swim

[Hook: Chance The Rapper (x3)]
Justify your love
Justify the blood
Once you find your love
Don’t get lost

[Verse 2: Mr. MFN eXquire]
A fortune cookie it’s
Self destruction and self accusation
The other just a quirky maze
Romantic thoughts
With the same lips that you kiss your mama with
Suck vaginas with
Honesty just a bunch of promises, I can’t keep
I really love all yall
But yall make me feel like yall hate me
Jesus face but I don’t believe in that fairy tale
Should I really give my soul to yall
I believe in everything you say
Never really even fucking talk
I told my niggas that I changed but

Aisha Sekhmet – Killa Killa

(Hook)

Killa, killa, rebel
Killa, killa, rebel
Killa, killa, rebel
Pull the trigger, don’t tell

(Verse 1)

I’m up no sleeping deliver us from evil
No brass, no ammo, contraband going hammer
Fabio got that work, murder go with that burst
Perimeter respect mayday, bones to collect payday
Wine-O on that bubble crazy motherfucker
Put that on yo hood slaughter back bussin wood

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Sniper with a strap all day in the trap
Kill count numbers bloody out every summer
Fold em up in the sheets, roll em up in the street
Voices a get quiet, choices a clip, riot
Trained to be a hitter, gaining I’m a killer
Bury the fake faces
Carry them to the undertaker

(Hook)

(Bridge)

The world belongs to us, burst, three round
What ya been bursting
Three round split ya curtain
Cock it back and let that bitch go
He work for the connect let me know

Karrol Nano – Un Due Tre

L’età è solo un numero ma non sempre te lo dico
Perché non lo è più se passi la canna ad un bambino
Di numeri ce ne sono tanti ce ne sono a raffica
Io rimandato con cinque punto sette di matematica
C’è gente che per te zero e altra che per te è cento
Ma spesso chi per te vale cento ti conta zero
Io vorrei fare il contante facendo il cantante
Per poter offrire a mia mamma una cena elegante
Missa che con la testa tu non ci sei sorella
Questo è un due tre, non uno due tre stella
Per imparare ho fatto passi del tipo uno due tre
Non passi di danza ma passi verso la cima frè
Scalo verso la cima perché di voglia ne 80
Io scalo la cima e tu scali una scala quaranta
Quando provo tengo in testa un motto che è
Quello che dice che non c’è due senza tre (ciao)

Rit.
Conta quanti stronzi danno i numeri
Se si parla di rap non mi superi
Conta quante volte tu mi giudichi
Conta quante volte tu ti pubblichi

Molta gente da i numeri senza farlo apposta
Si crede normale ma passa soltanto per idiota
Vengono dal trentino perché qua ci son più venti
Sti giri di parole non li capite in venti
Capite grazie alla rima ammasso di bue
Per questo voi date i numeri e vi prendete un due
Io sono della serie hai fatto trenta fai trentuno
Perché come faccio sta roba non lo sa nessuno
Io non ti giudico o ti voto anche se sei brutto
Perché è forse un dieci se riesco a sommare il tutto
Il rap è un gioco di parole ed io ci metto i numeri
Nel farlo tu puoi star tranquillo che bello non mi superi
Non mi giudicare lo dico davvero
Perché da quello che scrivi in confronto a me vali zero

Rit.
Conta quanti stronzi danno i numeri
Se si parla di rap non mi superi
Conta quante volte tu ti pubblichi
Conta quante volte tu mi giudichi

Uno come il sogno che vorrei realizzare
Uno come le volte che mi riesci a fregare
Uno come il pensiero che mi gira attorno
Uno come il numero che vorrei diventare un giorno
Due come le ragazze che nano tiene in testa
Due come quello che prendi te ad ogni festa
Due come le facce che hanno certe persone
Due come i significati di questo nome
Tre come le volte che ho cambiato compagnia
Tre come le persone oltre a me in casa mia
Tre come gli amici a cui io tengo un milione
Tre come le strofe che ho fatto in questa canzone

Rit.
Conta quanti stronzi danno i numeri
Se si parla di rap non mi superi
Conta quante volte tu mi giudichi
Conta quante volte tu ti pubblichi

Moment 22 – Devil’s Breed

Hear me out now
My desperate call for you attention
Focusing my footsteps on the line
It’s about how
I just miss the comprehension
Ain’t my initiative this time

So there I lied, ask me why, justified
Yeah you’re too blind
‘Cause I’m fine in disguise
Call be Bob, call me John
Name’s all gone
Five blank letters on the run
On the run

Chorus:
See what is left of me
The one I wanted all too bad to be
The surface printed scene
Is coimng on so hard to me I bleed
And I’m too cold to not look back
And I’m too quick to not attack
I’m too lame to just believe
That I’m the devil’s breed
Reality argreed

Blacking out when
I see those people that I’m fearing
Stood up for you but not for myself
Hooking up on
Every nasty word I’m sharing
Here in my own miserated hell

So here I go
With my eyes on the road
Throwing the show
All I know far from home
Fucking up, breaking down
Nothing found
And I can’t get further now
Wonder how

Chorus

Proceed
Give me all what I don’t want
But what I need
Go deep
Take this dirty empty wallet as I weep
Indeed
Put the carpet out for me
The devil’s breed

Marcella Fogaça – Pés no Chão

Se eu tiver que te perder
Que seja porque eu quis
Não me deixe perceber que eu não te faço mais feliz.
Pode até mentir eu não ligo
Me despiste lentamente eu prefiro
Porque é tão difícil falar de amor
Se eu falar eu acredito e me coloco ao seu dispor.

E se tudo que sobe um dia cai,
E o que começa um dia acaba.
Será que é melhor não começar mais nada
E ficar com os pés no chão ?
E se no alto desta escada
Eu me deparar com a contra- mão?
É melhor não tentar voar
Se eu tenho as asas de um pavão

Se eu tiver que te perder,
Que seja porque eu quis,
Não me deixe perceber que eu não te faço mais feliz.
Não seja como a areia
Que escorregue pelos meus dedos
Vai embora enquanto esteja
Distraída com meus brinquedos
Não seja como luz
Invadindo um quarto escuro
Saia pela janela lentamente
Aproveite enquanto eu durmo

E se tudo que sobe um dia cai
E o que começa um dia acaba
Será que é melhor não começar mais nada
E ficar com os pés no chão ?
E se no alto desta escada eu me deparar com a contra- mão?
É melhor não tentar voar
Se eu tenho as asas de um pavão

David Gerdes – Some Type of Thane

Bridge
My thane’s been killin’
wants a throne ta sit on
Ain’t no telling
who he’ll whack for the crown
*Stegt flæsk,
I’m straight,
got hagis on my plate
*Euterpe,
I’m a smooth operator
0:27

Hook
(I drop the top of my targe!)
That horse I ride
make you feel some type of way
My fly kilt
make you feel okay
Lady Macbeth
got me feelin confused
King Duncan on his throne
I may betray

Some type of way, make you feel some type of way.

Wife told me kill Duncan,
know she some type of cray
Thane of Cawdor is what my title say
When I kill da king,
Make him feel some type of way
0:57

Verse 1
Gratuitous opening line,
makes you feel kinda bored
Pick up my dagger,
he make that Julius Caesar face
Awash with blood,
I grab his crown
He ain’t waken up;
sleepin forever
Two sons that can still get in the way
Hire men to kill them too;
know I had to prepay
Banquo hatin on me;
he feelin dismay
Kingdom in turmoil,
as Duncan decay
My wife got a spot,
she can’t wash it away
Feeling guilt,
from killin my friend,
in my head on replay
Yet I am king,
and I ain’t never going to give that away
1:39

Bridge
Hook
Verse 2
Raised up, Cawdor,
had to make a power play
Too bad,
my friend had to pass away
Startin to think witches,
they lead me astray
Sadness in my heart
is what I am tryin to convey
Look like a robbed a crown
I set it off like Queen Elizabeth,
she da queen insteada Mary
I’ll watch the wood,
look like they dancing a ballet
Siward is the leader,
my death on his dossier
Since I on the throne,
they see me some type of stray
Don’t know how to say;
my kingdom is a cabaret
Tried too hard, be king
My head cut off
Dead, Macbeth, ugnnn

Chuck Inglish – Came Thru

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Came thru
Doing them things that who gone insane do
I’m getting turnt like a page, fool, white girl on my table
TDE, it’s the label, stallions in my stable
Fuck what them hoes say, Conseco, we balling
But this ain’t no ball game and I ain’t got no bat
And all y’all niggas small changed, and ain’t getting no change back
Saber tooth, coldest cat
She rode the dick, I wrote a rap
My lips black, I look like Eazy E (Soulo!)
Snap back to the back (Soulo!), y’all can’t fuck with me
I do it! (easily), if you saw me then you see in 3
Still off of that PMP but I trade Patron for promethazine
Got off half a P in like half a week, my face all in the magazines
Martin Luther had a dream, that’s why my broad is European
High power, bitch that’s the team, The cool kids up in this thing
Young Mac, and as for me? I run rap (easily)

[Hook]
Came thru (easily)
Ab-Soul, the new Eazy E
That mean Mac is Ice Cube
Got lean on top of these ice cubes
Be beat done by Chuckie
Did the show, hit the door
Bag a bitch (easily)
And she ain’t never leavin me

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]
Yo I came thru easily
Bitch trippin off DMT
Word of Mouf that’s DTP
Put yo ass in that DDT
Ab-Soul, that’s TDE
Pass a blunt, grab a cup
Keep it cold with these hoes
Free your soul, smack a truck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out there who be dealing ‘caine
That really ain’t my thing, I just fill my brain
With all this information, bitch my dick is waiting
You gon suck it or not? That’s her invitation
These bitches hatin’ while some sayin’ that this kid’s amazing
Keanu Reeves, Jose leave then I get replacements
Me, I’m shaded out in Vegas in the latest shit
Only 20, funny I’ve been killin shit since ’86
Came thru easily, and I’m livin so great
Pop molly back in ’09, all y’all bitches is late

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chuck Inglish]
I’m Chuck Inglish, that’s my name
Point fingers, I do my thang
Shooters, scooters, cruisers, who could get through that to you?
Slingin chains, swing swings, something clean and y’all don’t see it
Think I’m tweaking bruh? For them features bruh?
Fuck around with me and blow your re-up cuz
Tryna keep up, this ain’t yo game my G
Everything that you see is probably styled by me
I’m rockin OG’s, with the Nike Airs, slightly rare
Fuck the OZ’s of the Jack Herer [?]
Vincent here, we outta there, the block in here
[?] topping broccoli spears
Real with the dishes like Stockton here
Swish, I gotta shoot my shot in here
Focused on the prize, that’s why I squint my eyes for real
See in people’s eyes, wide-eyed like you popped a pill
Real deal Bill with the highly skilled copped a deal

Black Eskimo – Beautiful

Like the bass
She makes your heart go
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When she walk into the room
It goes Boom! Boom! Boom!
Tell her you’re the tide
She’s the moon that moves you
It’s the rhythm and beat of her heart
That grooves you

Tell her that her skin smells
Of sweet earth and cinnamon
And that her hair recalls the scent
Of honeysuckle and jasmine
She is a child worth her weight in gold
She is Irie divine and her love is bold
Tell her that her words flow from her mouth
Like poetry and speak to you
That her voice recalls every season
Each and every day anew
You need her like a bee needs honey
Like a fish needs water
Like a lover needs a lover
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful
Tell her that she’s heavy on your mind
That the weight of this love covers you
Like a blanket of stars
Tell her she gives you strength to do right
That it’s by her light you can see your plight’s
but a moment in time, sublime
She’s your inspiration
Find the words to define
The intricacies of your heart
And the reflections of your mind
Tell her she’s your heaven
Got you on a natural high
Like the air she breathes you will never leave
souls Karmically entwined, Yeah
You need her like a bee needs honey
Like a fish needs water
Like a lover needs a lover
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful
Like the bass
She makes your heart go
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When she walk into the room
It goes Boom! Boom! Boom!
You need her like a bee needs honey
Like a fish needs water
Like a lover needs a lover
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful
She’s beautiful yeah
Beautiful

Vice Ganda – Fruitcake

Oh yeah baby
Here we go now
Singin’ a favorite song my love
I love that song
Hit it

CHORUS:
Whoops kirri whoops kirri whoops
Everytime I see you
Whoops kirri whoops kirri whoops
I want to know you
Whoops kirri whoops kirri whoops
Hope you feel the same too
And I go whoops kirri kirri kirri whoops
I think I love you

Baby all your friends saw my eyes set upon you
I went crazy running in circles just to know you
Boy don’t you kiss me pretending you don’t see me
Don’t be blind, ease my mind, please be kind and love me

(Repeat Chorus)

Whoops kirri kirri to be with you was easy
Again I’m fixin’ it to wait into your heart my baby
But everytime you’re near me my wits run out completely
I’m jittering in misery, I’m tongue-tied up ang I go

Camillo Pace – Maisha

Eccomi qua, chiuso tra i valori del mondo
Seduto su una vecchia sedia rumorosa
E questa notte il mio pensiero stacca in volo
Per raggiungere te che sei lontana

Maisha è l’unico riferimento del mio andare
E la pioggia ricopre il suo nome
Ed una vecchia radio suona la nostra canzone
Fino ad addormentare l’illusione

Rit.
Maisha dove sei … Maisha cosa fai
Maisha non aver paura mai
Riposa dolce Maisha

Si nasconde felice tra le pareti della mia stanza
Tra i rumori della città e i passi della gente
Scivola leggera come neve al sole
Lungo i viali della mia mente
E attraversa orizzonti ormai sconfinati e vola
Vola lungo confini, mai esplorati

Rit.
Maisha dove sei … Maisha cosa fai
Maisha non aver paura mai
Riposa dolce Maisha

Ora dorme su una stella
Con affianco il suo sogno
E presto scenderà da me
Per cullarmi ancora tra le sue braccia
Ed il vento ci vedrà danzare
E Maisha m’accompagnerà … per la vita

SNC – Chance

Me and Danny Smith are blasting off,
gagging cock, washing granny smith apples
off with a ragged cloth.
Gas the hog until
his ass crashes the car, hit the dash, slam it in park,
his ass is batter and mauled, back shatters and has to crawl
A haggard mom, with tract mark her arms, blasting water, while battling crack withdrawl.
Put her off like yard chores in the fall, dolled up the wallet and cop it like there’s
hardly any taxes involved. Josh called and argued half of his logic is gone. His spinal column tore , his ass took an arm to the jaw. Nanoparticals? can it faggot, your arms barred. I’m hard, garnishes
the art, hardly rational. Cards and candles, harvest the Chance, dismantle stars, and carve hearts into his hands, drastic examples.
Of madness. Cats to candles batter bad kittens, admitting dismissing
pacifism passive damages. Bad bitches, preventing itches saran wrapping it, or fapping
with his hand until dad asks where his brazzers went.
Mad a bit, sparking creation like Eve and Adam did, guarding the garden with a tarnished axe and a plastic stick. A plastic stick? A plastic stick. Don’t ask of it or Chance will be charged with carving lard of your ass with it. Word smith and a wand to practice magic with.
Casting darkness in apartments – witch craft and six six six.
He had to spit. Without it, he’d be letting live by, catching fish and taking shits under the stetson bridge.

Shit doesn’t fit the description of what he is. So dissmiss the simpletons. A quick flip and a dip.
And I get it, no studio equipment, I’m sick as shitless weekends,
bitches skim but to lyrics they don’t listen. But I can promise
you somethin, when I can fund it you’ll love it
like filled lists and crisp bills for chistmas.

Sisco Baltimora & Lordinho TNT – Gameboy

(sisco baltimora)
Tutti questi rapper dentro un minestrone
ste donne tutte uguali come il raggaeton
tu non fai scintille solo polverone
io che perdo peso sembro skeletor
tengo l’aquilone in mezzo alla tempesta
fammi fare un milione che lo spendo in fretta
il diavolo non vuole una fetta ma la torta intera
pure se è caduta a terra
fossi americano avrei vinto il premio pulitzer
troie che mi legano sul letto come gulliver
ancora bevo come un hooligan
con le buste dai tempi del gulliver
volo basso per evitare il radar
dalla scialuppa sparo l ultimo bengala
tu da casa spari l ultima cazzata
tu da casa spari l ultima cazzata.

rit
Io, tu, mai, più
champagne, flute
sciacalli, beirut
tabloid, gameboy
non gioco, no homo
un tiro, due tiri
un kilo, due kili

(Lordinho)
Uscite solo agli aperitivi
il tuo gruppo? quasi amici
spacco tu no va ad amici
affanculo stop snitchin
a scuola bocciati siamo sbocciati
sentendo go shady
il tuo è un film muto charlie chaplin
dammi un minuti ho i secondi contati e tu non vali
volete il flow siete inondati
tu e il tuo crew dei mezzi montati
lo scooter pezzi smontati
dal fra che fa piu’ brutto dei moldavi
lei mi fa di tutto te non chiavi
non la vedi manco co l’occhiali
stai sicuro andremo lontani
come un siluro baby don’t panic

rit
Io, tu, mai, più
champagne, flute
sciacalli, beirut
tabloid, gameboy
non gioco, no homo
un tiro, due tiri
un kilo, due kili

(sisco baltimora)
Sono andato al tuo concerto fra sembrava telethon
la tua donna mi fissava nenache fossi alen delon
tu ti credi belfagor? ma fammi il favore!
capisco l ego trip tu capisci è un parolone
sto cannone sempre pieno la pancia sempre piena
il bicchiere sempre pieno. il tuo culo? sempre pieno!
cambio questi soldi prima che loro mi cambino
sono sempre piu pallido ricorda niente panico.

Burgers – Testa tra le Nuvole

[RIT]

[Ziggy The Kid]

Pieno di pace all’inizio ero, che stolto
sentivo carezze come di benvenuto,
ricordo niente del giorno
in cui sono nato,
prima reazione è un pianto:
un vizio che non ho mai tolto…

imparo a parlare in un posto
dove non sanno ascoltare, il bisogno
è ammirare babele che torni a comunicare..
l’orgoglio sotto le scarpe,
Cosa traspare?
Che mi rende patetico a perdonare ogni tradimento vostro?

Sai che le stelle ci sono sempre, anche di giorno?
Sai che se la stella cade,
e tu pensi subito ad un sogno
il desiderio cade giù insieme alla stella, lo riporta a terra
frantumando ciò che rimaneva del Tuo mondo?

è futile far festa con…
..la testa tra le nuvole
ma coi piedi in testa da chi ha i piedi per terra..
qua si pensa che gli adulti fanno guerra, Ma dai
cosa mi tiene ancora qua, se tanto va tutta una merda…rispondete avanti!

[RIT]

Pieno di pace/ all’inizio,/ ora dieci volte tanto
niente di male
miro a dipingere /ogni spazio bianco
l’apparenza vede il falso
le farò vedere quanti sorrisi, sono stati in viso dopo quel pianto…

dopo un torto, c’è l’orgoglio, vivo una volta sola
voglio una morte senza rimorso, e qualcuno che mi consola
orgoglioso di perdonare ogni tradimento vostro,
dopo un’abbraccio che so che mi cancellerà il broncio

I desideri? Non mi servono le stelle
costellazioni fisse nel cielo punterò su quelle, (punterò su quelle)
parlare non serve..
su ogni lineamento dell’emozione ho il disegno
sono un libro aperto
illustrazioni col tempo sbiadiscono/
errori in neretto.. sottopelle/

Dicono il per sempre non esiste.c’è chi insiste
io Ho la testa tra le nuvole perchè la mente in alto ambisce..
la Vita stessa è un sogno: finisce, quando chiudiamo gli occhi Per Sempre..
Per sempre!?
Allora forse esisterà?

[RIT]

Ho la testa tra le nuvole, Ho
la testa tra le nuvole, Ho
la testa tra le nuvole, Ho
la testa tra le nuvole, Ho
la testa tra le nuvole, Ho
la testa tra le nuvole, La testa tra le nuvole…

Miya Folick- White Lies

The door’s hardly closed,
and i’m already in your arms.
your cold, cold nose on my cheek,
i think, ‘can i say hello, can i say hello first?’

you ask me to stay,
but i’ve already made my mind.
i checked all the signs on your street,
to make sure that i could park my car overnight.

come take your coat off,
settle down beside,
come come come hold me,
tell me some white lies.

it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?

i’m a lump on your bed,
to greet you when you rise.
you are a fish on a hook,
trying hard to breathe the tears in my eyes.

i heard what you said,
and i took it all in stride,
but i’m tired, tired of pretending.
this is only white lies.

it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?

i remember you said,
that your mother was just a housewife,
and i though, ‘i could never be with someone who thinks,
that a mother is something that you could just be.’

i want you to stay but i need you to go.
i wish that i could just love you.

it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?
it’s a long way from love, what we’re doing.
what are we doing? what are we doing?

Steven Bonus – Beautiful

(Verse 1)
Once upon a time, a fairy tale of mine/
A girl like you is so hard to find.
So how’s it always on ya mind/
that your not fine /
Baby you divine/
and that’s why the sun shines/
That’s why I take the time/
to write out these rhymes/
so yo beauty is defined/
in each and every line (my love)/
You might feel regular but baby you a queen/
perfect in my eyes/ the epitome of a dream.//

(Verse 2)
And I know it’s been awhile/
since you traveled with ya style/
miles and miles and miles just to see a smile/
Waiting to be happy, well the time is now/
so sweetie don’t let anybody bring you down/
Let me make you happy let me show you the world/
cause there’s way more to life than just cryin girl/
so no one ever cared, baby I will/
and if noone ever fought for you then baby I will/
extravagant and perfect/
let me show you that you worth it/
’cause I swear that you deserve it/
let my love just surface/
til a smile from you emerges/
because babygirl you beautiful the same way the earth is//
And my love, open up yo eyes/
who cares about the makeup, or the size of your thighs/
who care about the fakes ugh, fuck them other guys/
cause I love you for you, fabulous and wise/
nails red, red dress, red hair dyed/
and baby you the best so you don’t gotta try/
with these letters put together, i hope you understand/
broken hearts fix, time is the repairman/
so turn up the speakers, and listen to me/
I love you and all you aspire to be/
cause you take beautiful to another degree/
and You think you’re not perfect, but you perfect to me.//

T.I. – My Potna

You got a problem if you get it how you live pussy nigga
I ain’t flexing, it just is what it is pussy nigga
Get thrown, get shot, get killed pussy nigga
So what you got all that money but you still a pussy nigga
You ain’t bout that life, you just be acting hard pussy nigga
Everyday I’m sucker ducking, tryna dodge pussy niggas
All we did was sliding, cracking, getting paid pussy nigga
Been the man ever since, first grade pussy nigga
Don’t believe me? See me, try me, see what happen pussy nigga
You be dissing, I be laughing ’cause you just rapping pussy nigga
No matter what, you’ll never be me pussy nigga
And see, me, no matter what, I’ll never be a pussy nigga

I play a lot of games but I ain’t playing, I ain’t playing
Said a lot of things but they ain’t doing what they saying
I don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something ’bout me

Hey when they walk up on me man what it is my potna
I say nothing but bang head and send her here my potna
Didn’t believe her when we said they tried to kill my potna
That’s why he doing life but he still my potna
Better get back to section, you ain’t one of my potna
Get on your ass for touching, that ain’t one of my potna
It’s new, I’m the truth, like Trae, my potna
C-Dub, KT, yes, they my potnas yo
Go man, phony bitch, country my potna
They could talk but they know better than to fuck with my potnas
‘Cause of yac and OG told me do your thing my potna
That’s why now I’m on everything and hustle gang my potna

I play a lot of games but I ain’t playing, I ain’t playing
Said a lot of things but they ain’t doing what they saying
I don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something ’bout me

These niggas talk tough but they know they don’t want it
You see me racked up, it kinda fucked what you told me
Don’t be a fool now, boy, I’ll leave you where you lay
And I got shooters, ain’t no shame to what they do every day
Back in the day my record was is play
I was trapping, riding dirty, getting paid
What? Cut the 5 keys in the back
Hey, let me tell you niggas something ’bout that
My cousin too with the mayor, he got his work round the base
And how much money he make, nobody know till this day
My uncle quit, had the city sold up
He did 10k and back I blowed up
Every man that’s statin ’bout me
At 16 all I wanted was a key
A bank roll, an apartment full of hoes
Hey, let me tell you something ’bout me case you didn’t know

I play a lot of games but I ain’t playing, I ain’t playing
Said a lot of things but they ain’t doing what they saying
I don’t get it fucked up, them niggas scared not me
Hold up, let me tell these motherfuckers something ’bout me

Niello – Legenden

Jag kan göra vad jag vill,
Så länge jag bestämmer mig för det, så tar jag mig dit,
Jag kan köra Mini Cooper till Paris,
Röka cigg vid Moulin Rouge
Picknick, weed och döda tid vid Eiffeltornets fot.

Jag kan svälja dina lögner eller välja att ta strid.
Begränsa mig till söder, men vill hellre vara fri, fri, fri
Kan inte slösa tiden på din skit,
När jag vill leva över gränsen, tills jag tömt mitt batteri.

När du skriker ut mitt namn, jag kommer,
Jag tar mig över sjö och land.
Jag känner mig som rena rama, kolossala, underbara, ah,
Jag känner mig som rena rama legenden.

Jag vill för alltid va en idiot,
Mens du förtvinar vid skrivarn på ditt distriktskontor.
Jag vill åsidosätta allt, mellan himmel o jord,
Och dansa, dansa psycho som Treat Williams på ditt middagsbord.

Jag kan spola mina chanser eller signa ditt kontrakt,
Varva jorden 8 gånger eller stadga mig nånstans
Beter mig som ett monster ibland,
Men Måste leva över gränsen för att komma nån vart.

När du skriker ut mitt namn, jag kommer,
Jag tar mig över sjö och land.
Jag känner mig som rena rama, kolossala, underbara, ah,
Jag känner mig som rena rama legenden.

Har sprungit långdistanser,
Så långt från konkurrensen,
Har aldrig tatt den korta vägen fram till bronsmedaljer.
Vi ville mer än kortlivade pojkband,
Och kliver över lik tills allt betraktas som en brottsplats.
[x2]

När du skriker ut mitt namn, jag kommer,
När du ropar ut mitt namn, kommer jag över sjö och land.

När du skriker ut mitt namn, jag kommer,
Jag tar mig över sjö och land.
Jag känner mig som rena rama, kolossala, underbara, ah,
Jag känner mig som rena rama, kolossala, underbara, ah,
Jag känner mig som rena rama legenden.
Legenden
Legenden
Legenden
Legenden

Kendrick Lamar – West Coast Wu-Tang

Ft. Ab-Soul & Punch

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Whoo Ha!

Backpack raps with gats in it
Don’t get your cap peeled by the black menace
K-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier, On point like a pyramid
A forced to be reckoned with, Fvck with the best shit
Like the strongest manure, I’m ready when you are
This is it, I’m in the lab cooking up all day
Fuck ‘em up all day like a nympho
I been dope since S curl waves
Trying to convince hoes I got good hair
Knowing damn well there’s chemicals there
I’m in the hood with the 17 year-olds that’s on hood patrol
And they want stripes, so they shoot off bikes
And you know any moment you can lose your life
So kiss your kids and hug your wife, and what not yo
I spar with a dragon, He tried to throw a flame
But I ducked, then I stabbed him and came out the battle laughin’
That’s a metaphor for any rapper who wants it
I smack ‘em til their nose is running
You know the hoes is coming if I’m there
And the hoes is cumming once we hit the hotel, There’s no assumptions
Cool out before I move out, Hop on the 105
Do about 105 before your ass gets threw out the back seat
(There’s a dead guy on the freeway)
Oh, It’s not Dot? Tell the medics it’s okay
A beast when the beat break
You probably think I’m dope like this the realest shit I wrote
But to me it’s a throw-away
I stare at the four walls and rap like I’m mad at God
Nice enough to throw a spear at Nas
Launch at Jay, Matter fact, let me take that back
See I don’t fvck with real legends in rap like you do
Im crucial, concealed by real crips and Soo-woo
And they shoot like photography students when beef gets to brewing

[Bridge/Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Is it real son? Is it really real son?
Is it really real son? Is it really real?
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel son
Tell me how you feel son. Tell me how you feel

You rappers got nothing for me when Sound-Sounwave record me
Every MC, I’m sure to rip them, I guarantee you will forgive them

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]

Come again, No introduction, you know my name
Soul brother, Dueces suck the juice from my ding-a-ling
Orangutan arms banging niggas like a set
When I speak, they fvcking silent like sex for the deaf
Violence, I play it like violins in the orchestra
Treat you like vitamins then spit you back out
Like a verse I had way back before I had it mapped out
Rip a page out the Almanac then cross reference when I wreck shit
I wish jaw bone fractures on all of you rappers bumping your gums
Like the measles when the record meets the needle
Heads spinning like a twelve-inch, Smoking the best Celtic
Like I shot Larry Bird, follow my word
Big Herb, Ill with it, I need a hospital gown
You need 54 cards, deal with it
You may think I’m killing it, but I’m healing it
Like a bitch in the club, Shoe game

[Verse 3:Punch]
Ay yo yo, the flow potent
Who’s more focused? Kick doors open
Deliver the golden opus leave with two guns smoking
It’s me, the podium closing A poet well-spoken
The gropes is most consistent with imminent penmanship
Mind-bending, co-existing with the written
Verbal assassin, Internally smashing, Spazzing on tracks
Translation, I’m disgusting in action
A lyrical glutton busting over Sounwave productions
Y’all don’t want nothing, The sum of all fears
Mercury rising, I’m summer all year
I sixteen ‘em to death and wish them the best
I guess that’s the gift and a curse, You see my pattering
Y’all still rapping like that’s what’s happening
I write rhymes with fire on stone tablets
Peep the malice, I’m a monster
Ya boy running like William Joseph Crawford

[Bridge/Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Straight up, Don’t get hate up
Put rappers in quicksand, Dot leaned on ‘em like kickstands
I’m so hot, kids put me in their iPod
Even Atheists play my shit and say, “My God,-
Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, he’s nice.”
Don’t compare me to them, Just compare me to Mike Jordan
When record and the verse and the chorus is ill
You can land in lab of fortune when biting my skills, playa’
Watch I lay-up bar after bar like I’m trying to build a gate up
See me on the way up like an elevator, I’mma let you take the stares
That metaphor meaning I’m already there (Greatness)
I’m in the booth with an apron
Cooking up shit like Martha Stewart was my bitch, Amen
Stay on the curb like a ? day tan?
Blowing herb with my nigga Herb, Fvck what you niggas heard
We the new West Coast Wu Tang bitch and I’m the best
Stay blessed, You can suck my dick
Who from the West can kill it like us? Give me their name
Now I take ‘em to the house of pain, Top Dawg headquarters

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

Pusha T – 40 Acres

[Hook: The-Dream]
Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what’s yours
But you gon’ leave what’s mine
I’d rather die, than go home
I’d rather die, than go home
And I ain’t leaving without my 40 acres

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would’ve made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin’ through the digits
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money is universal, that’s the only language
The dream ain’t die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who couldn’t deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn’t build with us
I had both mine home, let’s keep it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaude him
Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil’s new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like autumn
And they say I’m on the verge of winning
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning
Old habits die hard, that rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It’s heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause stand up niggas don’t lay on no floors
Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon’ keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses
Push…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Unpolished, unapologetic
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always f– it
35 years of marriage and my momma left it
You shouldn’t question if you ever stood a chance with him
The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) I’ll probably never pull you chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out
All that shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I’m the only one I care about
Place none above me, God don’t like ugly
Hate me or love me, only he can judge me

[Verse 3: Pusha T]
Unpolished, unapologetic
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by karma
Called him tar baby now he’s transcending genres
The 911 king with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the mascot
The owner of the key to that padlock
I’m Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot
I need all mine, reparations
We growin’ poppy seeds on my 40 acres