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No Me La Explota (Tego Calderòn)
(Beep, beep!)
(Beep, beep!)
"Hello?"
"Mira, Eddie...!"
"Hey..."
"Que es lo que hay, ******?"
"Tego, ******, que haces papi?"
"Pues papi, recordandote pa', que-que estoy cerrando ya el disco a ver cuando-cuando vamos hacer lo de nosotros."
"Pues, cuando tu quieres pa'! Que es lo que vamos hacer?"
"Bueno, tu sabes lo que la gente esta esperando, ******..."
"Acho si, lo que quieren es guerra."
"Pues ta' bien, pues vamos hacerlo, ya tu sabes..."
"Pues, vamo'a a destrozarlos de nuevo, que se joda."
"Pues de nuevo, asesinarlos de nuevo."
"Dale."
"Ta' bien, pues chekiamos."
Un pal de puercos quieren lucrarse con lo mio
Pero no sirven, por eso es que su mundo es frio
Se buscaron que yo los azote
Y les voy a romper el culo tan ****** que van a tener que ponerse un Cotex
Disfruto dejar una compañia en luto
Y sus cantantes se pusieron brutos
Mi lirica los deja en shock
Y aunque yo no tengo Glock
Los pongo a brincar como Tony Hawk
Y a mi sin cojones
Di de mi lo que tu quieras
No me quita el sueño ni tu ni tu ronquera
Tu letras es chipi
Tu flow mas viejo que un hippie
Eso pasa por estar mezclando cables con el cripi
El otro esta chotiando a to' Puerto Rico
Y hasta en un video sale dandole a traicion a un tipo
Por mi puedes frontiar todo lo que puedas
Porque, pai, hasta Superman lo vi en silla de rueda
Lo que te falta, vez, es una vagina
Pues ya tienes el pelo largo y mas tetas que Taina
La victoria no anticipen
Pues se dieron con la pareja mas grande desde Michael Jordan y Scottie Pippen
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
No me ha hecho falta la tieraera pa' pegarme
Pero, si tiraron, ahora tienen que escucharme
Baja del viaje
No hay mas capitulo en tu personaje
Y tu Mercedes ha borra'o tres veces ya millaje
Soy quien quiero ser
No tengo na' que perder
Tengo lo que hay que tener
Y no se va a poder
Jueguen, cena conmigo
Zumbenmen unos tiros y dejenmen vivo
Y van a cagarse los calzoncillos
La humildad no sirve con estos lechones
Se confunden
Son morones
Y bocones con cojones
No pueden
Pero que quieren
Si no tienen
'tan en la misma mierda desde DJ Eric
Yo no fronteo con lo de otro alicoco
(Jaja!)
Con estos dos se apuntaron
Otros por poco
Tu veterania yo la aplasto mi peor dia
Sin anomalia
Porfia si no confia
Trata cada cual con el defecto que tengan
Enseña
Tu lirica pa' mi son leña
Asi que de que crees que 'tamos hablando aqui
Masacraron mil MC, pero no a mi
Mucho pa' ti
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca!)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Tiren to' lo que tengan
Muerdansen las bembas
No pretendan
Tu casa con tu trabalengua
Yo cogo las cosas dependiendo de quien venga
No de los puercos del Jenga-Jenga
Oyeme,
De Jenga-Jenga hubieran hecho yengue-yengue
O unas audiciones pa' los Fat Boys del Merengue
Metiendo guasa con lo de los Grammys Latino
El nombre de ustedes no los mencionaron ni en el camerino
Y seguimos en peligro de extincion'a
(Porque cantantes como nosotros no hay en la zona!)
El que se mete con el Eddie o con Calderon'a
(Termina haciendose el cambio de **o como Verona!)
Los ******es son mas puercos que la Marina
Hablan mierda uno del otro, y hasta de Pina
Yo no guerreo pa' esta, mi disquera
Es mas, sea la madre de la tieraera
Y hablando claro, Tego, yo no iba a guerriar con esas gordas
Pero tu sabes que el que calla otorga
Y ellos si que soñan, no siempre con la misma lata
Pero el tiro la salió por la culata
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas)
Oye, a mi lo tuyo no me la explota
(No me choca ni me provoca)
En el juego lirical se han ido en coca
(Por estar pendiente a machos como las locas!)
Tötet Den Dj (Megaherz)
Gottgleich steht er
über uns im Licht
Der Vater der Freude
doch er liebt uns nicht
Wir leiden wir beten
Wir werden nicht erhört
Er gibt uns nur ein Zeichen
dass ihn das nicht stört
Gottgleich zwingt er
uns in sein Gebet
Es ist ihm ganz egal
wie schlecht es uns hier geht
Er sieht nichts er hört nichts
Er weiß nicht wer wir sind
unendlich abgerückt
taubstumm und blind
Doch wir sind nicht gekommen
um ihn zu hofiern
Wir sind nicht seine Diener
Er wird es gleich kapiern
Wir sind bewaffnet
Wir meinen es nicht gut
Wir machen ihm ein Ende
Wir wollen sein Blut
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet, tötet den DJ
Tötet den DJ
Wir wollen sein Blut
Gottgleich tut der
Meister seine Pflicht
Wieder ein Faustschlag
mitten ins Gesicht
Wir bitten wir fluchen
Wir werden ignoriert
Er weiß nicht dass hier unten
der blanke Hass regiert
Gottgleich spielt der
DJ was er will
Der Vater aller Schmerzen
doch plötzlich wird es still
Ganz langsam erkennt er
das Unheil das ihm droht
Er fürchtet um sein Leben
Das Volk will seinen Tod
Spiel um dein Leben leg auf
so gut du kannst
Wenn du ein Gott bist
sag wovor hast du Angst
Wenn Gott ein DJ ist
sag bist du dann wie er
Wenn alle Götter sterblich sind
dann gibts bald keine mehr
Denn wir sind schwer bewaffnet
Wir meinen es nicht gut
Wir machen dir ein Ende
Wir wollen dein Blut
Come Original (311)
Come original
You got to
You got to
Chorus:
You got to come original, you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Hear why
To come original it ain't nothin' strange
You got to represent you got come full range
Full range of emotion full range of styles
When you come to town you'll have them
Comin' for miles
Chorus
Black Eyed Peas they comin' full range and
NOFX they comin' full range and
Roni Size he's comin' full range
The one Mr. Vegas you know it ain't easy
A warning to the crews out there who think they're hot
If you're not original rockers you will get shot
Down by the kids neglectin' your art, the stuff you did
Eventually it get so bad puts you to bed
Cuz when the lightning flashes sweet electricity
All the world then stands revealed with the clarity
Of raw voltage, briefly we see and the hope is
You'll be able to tell just what dope is
Chorus
Funk slap bass mixed with the dancehall and
Hip-hop beats and punk guitar and
Deadly on the mic is the one SA
The name is 311 and you know it ain't easy
This is not a test there's no time to mope
How you gonna cope with radioactive isotope
And boss dj illness upon you now quickly
Infecting you fast upon the airwaves
This message brought to you by the so large system
Activate and attune yourself with meditation
And green plants they've got mad life they're sentient
They're beautiful as you and they like to dance
Everything we do we gotta come original
Put your hand up in the air and prepare for battle
Sit upon the rhythm like a tire upon a rim
We do it non-stop and then we do it again
Some a them whine and some a them bitch
They can not do it never switch
Comin' up from the heart and
Delivered with a wild pitch
Sit up on top the rhythm like a wild stallion
This is the ruling system
Come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers come original
You got to come original you got to come original
All entertainers
Come original
Come With Me (Special D)
At the end of every week
Each one of us becomes a freak
Tonight the DJ makes us move
Until the sweat drops from the roof
It´s time to let the base beat hard
Now we launch the louder part
Just activate your energy
Let´s sing this song an´ come with me.
The speakersystem brings the sound
And light effects are spinnin´round
All the people on the floor
They shake their bodies and cry for more
Never let this feeling go
And let the musik take control
Forget your problems and feel free
Enjoy this moment come with me
Don't Ask Why (Swingin Utters)
Metal guitars in every town
White rap and DJ's, hard and loud
You slice through strange air
The new icon in eden
Clueless and arrogant
A beast of no real burden
All of your answers pose as questions
As per the rules and regulations
You're allowed to ** the world
And still get to ** the girl
So content with being average
As all the kids finger your curls
And now
Your place in life
Is to bow down
Not to ask why
Just shut your mouth
give it to them
and do or die
Your future never was so bright
'Cause you never were the sharpest knife
You've had the time of your life
With more cash than you can carry
And those sleeves not six months old
Tell tall tales of your story
Polluted air filled with your sound
You're all big package and low brow
Bridges, Barbed wire, and mirrored walls
You've built yourself into it all
You spend your precious time
Perfecting every line
Pratice your pretension
Because they buy it every time
Gott Sei Dank Haben Wir Beide Uns Gehabt (Tocotronic)
Es ist genauso wie vor einem Jahr
Fast genauso wie es immer war
Gott sei Dank Du bist genauso ungeniert
Dann hat sich's ja doch rentiert
Du siehst ja selber hier verändert sich nichts groß
Und wie immer ist hier immer noch nichts los
Nur die eine Kneipe wo man hingehen mag
Und die Disco mit Independent-Tag
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Die Musik ist schlecht wie immer hier
Sie sind nur teurer mit dem Weizenbier
Der da drüben ist jetzt DJ in Berlin
Überhaupt ziehen jetzt einige dahin
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Gott sei Dank haben wir beide uns gehabt
Walkie Talkie (DJ Shadow)
Child 1 :
Why don't you tell me a story?
Child 2 :
Please tell me a story too.
Man :
You know, I think I'll tell you the story of my life.
Child 1 :
You tell me!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
Check me out!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
Check check me out!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto! Ghetto-ghetto!
I'm a bad**mother**in' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad**mother**in' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way!
I'm a bad**mother**in' DJ
This is why I walk and talk this way!
You suckers!
He's the master of disaster and the master of beat
Come-Come-Come-Come-Come with it
Ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-ghetto-to
He's so quick
He's so fast
He's so quick, he's so fast
He's upper-class player / He's on the crossfader (?)
DJ Shadow with the scratch
Moves through town like a skater
Come on, rock
Check out the cut you suckers
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk
I'm a bad**mother**in' DJ
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk
This is why, this is why I walk and talk this way
Check me out
At the starting of the week
At summit talks you'll hear them speak
It's only Monday
Negotiations breaking down
See those leaders start to frown
It's sword and gun day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
You could be sitting taking lunch
The news will hit you like a punch
It's only Tuesday
You never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fools' day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday
You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
Make tomorrow come I think it's too late
Heaven Is A Half Pipe (OPM)
If I die before I wake
At least in Heaven I can skate
Cause right now on Earth I can't do jack
Without the man up on my back
Now Heaven would be a dj just spinnin' up all night long
And Heaven would be just kickin' back with Jesus packing my bong
And if you don't believe in Jesus, Mahomad or Buddha too
And while the world is warin' we just sit back and laugh at you
Singin'
If I die before I wake
At least in Heaven I can skate
Cause right now on earth I can't do jack
Without the man up on my back
Wow when most people think of Heaven,
They see those pearly gates
But I looked a little closer and there's a sign that says "Do Not Skate"
So if you wanna come to my Heaven
Well, we all gonna have a ball
And everyone you know is welcome
Cause we got no gates or walls
Singin'
If I die before I wake
At least in Heaven I can skate
Cause right now on Earth I can't do shit
Without the man f**kin' with it
Then I got up to the gate
They pulled out list that I've been callin' fake
"I'm sorry, friend, you can't come in
you gotta list here that doesn't end"
You're mad because I smoked dope
Ain't teachin' any classes in how to cope
I find a place to rest my head
I'd rather be alone now that I'm dead
Jos Cenzura (Parazitii)
Refren:
Muzica e prima voce
Ne-aude oare cineva ?
Ne stim bine drepturile
'Jos cenzura !'
Actiunile vostre ne alimenteaza ura.
I:
Exprimarea libera e castigata in Revolutie
Dreptul nostru e garantat de Constitutie
Insitutiile polueaza undele
Romania intra in Europa doar cu numele
Promisiuni, minciuni, omisiuni, presiuni
Televiziuni, sanctiuni, showtime la romani
Noi nu dam bani la buget sa ne cenzurati
Jurnalistii sunt batuti, bruscati, amenintati
Tara asta incepe sa-mi provoace sila
Copii, parintii vostri doar isi plang de mila
Politizand cultura aratati lumii
Marile slabiciuni ale natiunii
Exact ca inchizitia ati inchis OTV-ul
Urmeaza Atomic, MTV, Prima sau Pro-TV
Asta nu e o politica, e teroare
Oare ?? sa gasim o rezolvare ?
Asta nu e o politica, e direct teroare
Oare emigrand in masa gasim o rezolvare
Jos cenzura !
(Larry Flint : "...")
Refren(x2):..
II:
Cei care gandesc altfel decat sistemul sunt pusi la perete
Redusi la tacere prin cenzura fara regrete
Multe sanctiuni date, decizii luate, incorecte
Toti cei care au ceva de spus sunt pusi la perete
In '98 ati confiscat casete cu hip-hop de pe tarabe
Trupele inca exista, a-ha, asta va roade
Emisiuni interzise din diverse interese
Ziaristi cu mainile legate sau rupte de niste minti corupte
Oamenii de radio vizati au simtit efectul
In cati bani au ajuns sa-si numere banii cu magnetul
V-ati dat dreptul sa amendati dupa bunul plac
Care sunt adevaratele criterii de care tineti cont de fapt ?
Comunismul a murit dar spiritul a ramas in tara
Ne indreptam cu pasi mari spre o parodie nationala
Cu piciorul in gat pus nu ne lasam luati de val
O sa sustinem concertele pe scene amplasate ilegal.
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