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Ecouter Ahmed Ahmedov - Hurrem Sultan


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Your Latest Trick (Dire Straits)

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beans and their bells
Prehistoric garbage trucks
Got the city to themselves
Echoes and the roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis and the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took please so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars on Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took please so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call far alchohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord sinally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of these wonderlands
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It all took please so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Kaziklu Bey (The Lord Impaler) (Marduk)

Kaziklu Bey - Devils son
Chosen one

After the fourth crusade all christian piety is gone
And the greatest commander against the muslim turks you have now become

Kaziklu Bey - Stormbringer of fright
Now show the world your might

Impale you every foe with delight
And let the frail decend into eternal night
Gather your armies for the decisive fight
Your elite state is now in sight

Storming in fury with ten thousand men
To teach the muslims a lession again
In the port of Giurgiu their ambush will fail
To Wallachia in chains the turks now grow pale
With poles through their bodies they all now will die
And the sultan Muhammed in anguish will cry

At the forthcoming winter the war since long planned
To spread the religion which the turks banned
Went on all the way to the Black sea
Where overwhelming armies forced Dracul to flee

Kaziklu Bey - Lord of blodshed
The infidel you dismembered

Rise and conquer with your army you people from the turkish yoke liberated
After the battle at Giurgiu the deathfigure was 23809 turkish ears, noses and
heads

By poison the wells and burning the land
Dracul only left ashes to the men from the sand
While the peasants joined Dracul the turks heard the cry
Of wolves and only saw vultures in the sky

At the "terror night" Dracul striked the starved turks
And killed thousand and thousand to complicate their works
Next morning the turks found Tirgoviste in flames
And a forest of Impaled men with turkish names

The the sultan gave up his conquering plan
"What can we do against such a man?"

In-Outs (The High & Mighty)




featuring Cage

Ah ladies and gentlemen, you're smut peddlers again
We're going back to our roots
We are ** again..

[Cage]
I surf out spots and I bail after they knock
Socially disorder like, whites blacks and Puerto Rocks
In your lab with toast and oven mittens
Keep my feet in anus MC's so much they stop shittin
The Sugar Box, called crotch, for Cage prints
Leave pussy glowin orange in a spin like dioxins
My man's truck crashed, the radiation plant burned
Spit ran out, lit up like Green Lantern
Bentley on the wrist, while I'm drinkin Sunkist
? ? ? I spit electric piss
From big city to outback, somebody's gettin cornered
And my steez got my old seeds suicidal abortin shit
Even cheerleader from a player present
Stuck this hooker with broken glass
until her belly looked pregant
Pissed in her mouth and lit her stomach for a while
Kicked her in the**while she gave birth to a crystal

Chorus: Mr. Eon, Cage

I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS

[Mr. Eon]
We get our lye on, while my shit spray like Krylon's
My wide-eyed state red just like a cylon
From the drug that I be high on, you know my motto
I'm tellin you girl, I got a tough pill to swallow
Like Killamanjaro, been in there
ever since Rory Sparrell, shot straight like an arrow
I hope to grab up pirates just like a pharoah
and I wobble too much, for the straight and narrow
But on this mic, I be a pleasant surprise
Like seein shaved pussy right in front of your eyes
Intriguing, your empty words have no meaning
You need Vivarin if you gonna keep sleeping
I be quenching thirsts, you're just quarter water
Never heard about, just like Seargeant Slaughter
O-I-N-T, cobra clutch your domepiece
I try to stay slim, but my shit be obese

Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon

I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
We givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS

[Cage]
I scribble declarations cause mental patients need it
Turn a dominatrix to a submissive cheerleader
Bite it beat it eat it hit it quit it
Then I stick my fingers in the **in mouth of critics
Ahhh, day in the life of Agent Orange mad E.T.
Paraphanelia, try all local twats in the area
Stormin grounds with four-pounds, I exist through the rounds
Take it out on my mom's dome with legs and arms bound

[Mr. Eon]
We spit phlegm that's outrageous, like sneaker prices
Mics get wet like dildo devices
Bleed from sores that's puss ridden, plus hidden
in a **jack surprise, your demise
The skull fracture, I attacked ya
Mr. E in 3-D, you're just a beat jacker
Exhalin flatulence, past tense
Have quadripalegics, doin back bends

Chorus: Cage, Mr. Eon

I peddle smut like paper routes with no droughts
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
I peddle smut like paper routes, your mom's house
catches IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS
Spray fluid by the ounce, your pouch gets pounced
Givin IN-OUTS, and IN-OUTS, and more IN-OUTS

Agent Orange, smut peddler for life
Dick Starbuck, smut peddler for life
DJ Mighty Mi, smut peddler for life
J the Sultan, smut peddler for life
Al Goldstein, smut peddler for life
Bill Clinton, smut peddler for life
Hide your women

Dreams Of Blood And Iron (Marduk)

The ravagings through his homeland gave the dragon the realm of Sebes
By saving his people from the turks and powers fatal to the flesh
But the turkish sultan Murad saw this as a treason to their deal
And swore to his god that one day the dragons fate he would seal
Across the donau with peace in mind the three of them ride
Dracul his father and brother was captured on the floods other side
The dragon swore his soul to the turkish realm of the sand
And left his sons to their fate in the infidel muslim land

As time went by Dracul for humans grew a great disgust
Aswell as expiering the pleasures of the harems
sinful lust
Decietfulness Man or beast, muslim or christian it would all be the same
Brother Radu won the hearts of the turks and become Murads own son
While Vlad's powerful innerself would make him king in the long run
But as thunderbolt from clearblue sky
Message that father Dracul had died

Words have arrived that brother Mircea has been captured and buried alive
Dracul swore that his killer, Hunyadi, wouldn't be able to survive
Along with the turks he turned against the first goal he could see
The wallachian throne ruled by pro-hungarian family Danesti
Two months later Dracul was cast out from rule
By conspiering forces who feared the lion and desired a mule
In fear of the turks and his fathers hungarian slayers
He fled to Moldavia and hoped that lord Bogdan would answear to his
prayers

Lord Bogdan of Moldavia has fallen from rule in a pool of blood
Assassinated by rivalry powermongers to the fathersbrother of prince Vlad
Strengthened by promises of his cousins blood and steel
Dracul now will force his opponents to before him kneel
His fathers and brothers killers trust he now will earn
The realm of Transilvania awaits with fear his return
With twenty thousand crusaders he will drive poles through
Every follower of Danesti ruler Vladislav II

Road To Ubar (Alchemist)

The commands of an ancient sultan
whispers through the sandstorm wind of time.
Calling across the centuries
A lost ghost city of the mind.
Far beyond the valley of the kings,
lies buried deep within the sand.
A city of decadence (?) and greed,
that's why the gods condemned the land,
Furthest reaches
recorded time, lay
Ubar city of lust and greed
reading the chiselled inscriptions.
A funerery temple.
Osrisis tributes to the gods
The sultan of (?)
Denied the (?) of this land
Decipher the heiroglyphics
City overcome by lust
Ancient (?)
Angered by the king of sin
Let the holocaust begin

This was the city of Ubar
Watch our modern life return
to ancient ways.

We're on the road to Ubar

Ahab The Arab (Ray Stevens)

(intro: Arabian flute)

Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him
And a ring on every finger of his hand
He wore a big ol' turban wrapped around his head
And a scimitar by his side
And, every evenin', about midnight
He'd jump on his camel named Clyde, and ride

[Spoken] Silently through the night to the sultan's tent where he
would secretly meet up with Fatima of the Seven Veils,
swingingest grade "A" number one US choice dancer in
the sultan's whole harem, 'cause, heh, him and her had
a thing goin', you know, and they'd been carryin' on
for some time now behind the sultan's back and you
could hear him talk to his camel as he rode out across the
dunes, his voice would cut through the still night desert
air and he'd say (imitate Arabic speech and finish with "Sold! American)
which is Arabic for, "Stop, Clyde!" and Clyde'd say, (imitate camel
sound), which is camel for, "What the heck did he say anyway?"

Well, he brought that camel to a screechin' halt (verbal screeching sound)
In the rear of Fatima's tent
Jumped off Clyde, snuck around the corner
And into the tent he went.
There he saw Fatima layin' on a zebra skin rug
With
[Spoken in falsetto and possibly with female backups] "Rings on her fingers and
bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho."

[Spoken] There she was, friends, lyin' there in all her radiant
beauty, eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate,
bowl of chittlin's, two bananas, three Hershey bars,
sipping on a RC co-cola listenin' to her transistor,
watchin' the Grand Ole Opry on the tube, readin' a Mad
magazine while she sung, "Does your chewing gum lose
it's flavor?" Yeah, Ahab walked up to her and he say,
(imitate Arabic speech), which is Arabic for "Let's twist
again like we did last summer, baby.!!" Ha, ha, ha!!
You know what I mean! Whew! She looked up at him from off the rug,
give him one of the sly looks,

She said (suggestive giggles, then outright laughter) "Crazy, crazy, crazy baby!"


('round and around and around and around, and around and around and around)

Yeah, and that's the story 'bout Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burnin' sand
Ahab the Arab, the swingin' sheik of the burnin' sand







Annachie Gordon (Loreena McKennitt)

Harking is bonny and there lives my love
My heart lies on him and cannot remove
It cannot remove for all that I have done
And I never will forget my love Annachie
For Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's bright
He'd entice any woman that e'er he saw
He'd entice any woman and so he has done me
And I never will forget my love Annachie.


Down came her father and he's standing at the door
Saying Jeannie you are trying the tricks of a whore
You care nothing for a man who cares so much for thee
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie
For Annachie Gordon is barely but a man
Although he may be pretty but where are his lands
The Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they run high
You must marry Lord Sultan and leave Annachie.


With Annachie Gordon I beg for my bread
And before I marry Sultan his gold to my head
With gold to my head and straight down to my knees
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
And you who are my parents to church you may me bring
But unto Lord Sultan I'll never bear a son
To a son or a daughter I'll never bow my knee
And I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie.


Jeannie was married and from church was brought home
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been
She goes into her chamber and cries all alone.


Come to my bed my Jeannie my honey and my sweet
To stile you my mistress it would be so sweet
Be it mistress or Jeanne it's all the same to me
But in your bed Lord Sultan I never will lie
And down came her father and he's spoken with reknownSaying you who are her maidens
Go loosen up her gowns
And she fell down to the floor
And straight down to his knee saying
Father look I'm dying for my love Annachie.


The day that Jeanne married was the day that Jeannie died
And the day that young Annachie came home on the tide
And down came her maidens all wringing of their hands
Saying oh it's been so long, you've been so long on the sands
So long on the sands, so long on the flood
They have married your Jeannie and now she lies dead.


You who are her maidens come take me by the hand
And lead me to the chamber where my love she lies in
And he kissed her cold lips till his heart it turned to stone
And he died in the chamber where his love she lies in.

3 dias (The Four Coins)

Definicion de puto:
1. Puto es aquel que imita mi voz y no me contesta con rimas porque no tiene mas.
2. Mas puto los mandados por putos mayores
3. Ni siquiera dan sus nombres

Dije q nos escriban
y algunos nos esquivan
pero los que se animan
ni mantienen 2 rimas por tema

Su nombre dice Same
pero no dice nada
siempre tenes skate
tenes frases nuestras robadas

Antes de competir
mejor pensar lo que decir
tu pagina solo
me dio mas letras que escribir

Imagina si la verdad
cambiara x la mentira
tu crew seria feliz
�¿no es eso a lo que aspiran?

Una estampida
de gente dolida
acompa�±ada por el mismo
numero de lapidas
quieren salida

Pero Antipatikoz aparecio para que sufran
los que pensaban que eran buenos, ahora buenos cosos enchufan
fanse

estan a nuestro lado como coros
estoy al tanto cuando saltan
bastante alto en los conciertos
cierto esos son los guiones de los foros

puto, pudo
no pudo
ni hacer un tema
el gil de Same
lo hizo pero me dio lastima (q mal!!)
ninguna le sale bien
pero se miente y siguen
y por ser asi es el castigo q reciben

y se agrandaran
y diran q andaran
ganando en su rap choto que haran

mientan mientras
yo no me entere
parece q los pelotudos se perjudican al dere

Antipatikoz contra todos t sumas gil??
q vengan mas q esto es demaciado facil!!

tu nombre
ni merece ser nombrado
pero donde toco un nombre
che se queeda borrado

El mundo entero se entero
que Chili Parker es certero
pero un fan se me altero
y ahora se sube al cuadrilatero
no vale la pena pero voy a contestarte
trate d soportarte
y vos no sos parte del arte

no avanza,me canza, no alcanza
ese estilo no es argento yo t saco la esperanza
x q es preferible ser un fracasado, privado
q averme contestado
y ahora ser el looser del condado

cn un circo a ,peticion
ya t derribe
sos el bebe
q consumo asi a erribe'
asi keres ganarme
asi keres venserme
cada vez q toco
sos un gil venis a verme!!!

subis temas mios a tu pagina en la web
subis fotos mias a tu pagina en la web
puto y resentido, somos tu grupo preferido
aunke tu amor nunca fue correspondido

y tenes cara d boludo, t peinas como un boludo
t juntas cn los boludos, si pensas como un boludo
ya rapeas como un boludo y escribis como un boludo
gil d trozo d boludo
(eh para boludo!!...)

no contestan, apenstan
ni riman, al cantar
los del sindi ya no saltan
saben q soy el sultan
y nos mandan a este gil
q no rima q no es agil
d literatura fragil
y d metrica senil

se las manias d los cuersos
y toda su geogrfia
y ese tema perdedor fue tu propia biografia
t seduse, q me abuse
d tus lirycas sin luces
y q no hablen mas d tu che!
se noto q t los puse!!!
decime q se siente cantar y no poder
dejame q t cuente lo q es nunca perder
es q tengo mucho flow Chili Flow t caga a palos
y es de la ozzzzzzzz
q me cago en los mc's maloss!!!
(jajajaja)

esto es Antipatikoz d nuevo neney cn tu tema,
cn tu tema la otra vez nos limpiamos bien el orto
x q sosmos asi y nadie va a keda
bien parado adelante de nosotros
keres mas mustras gil??
keres mas muestras??
el sindicato se separo x culpa nuestra.

Triste q triste, trataste y perdiste
bajarnos kisiste y nunca me asuste
hizimos q t cueste mi orgullo t aposte
y en 3 dias ya t conteste
(x3)

Heavy Fuel (Dire Straits)

Dire Straits - Heavy Fuel

Last time I was sober, man I felt bad
Worst hangover that I ever had
It took six hamburgers and scotch all night
Nicotine for breakfast just to put me right
'cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My life makes perfect sense
Lust and food and violence
** and money are my major kicks
Get me in a fight I like dirty tricks
'cos if you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

My chick loves a man who's strong
The things she'll do to turn me on
I love the babes, don't get me wrong
Hey, that's why I wrote this song

I don't care if my liver is hanging by a thread
Don't care if my doctor says I ought to be dead
When my ugly big car won't climb this hill
I'll write a suicide note on a hundred dollar bill
'cos if you wanna run cool
If you wanna run cool
Yes if you wanna run cool, you got to run
On heavy, heavy fuel

One Hundred Days (Shades Apart)

one hundred days in dessert sand
a drifter in no-man's land
following someone else's caravan

I roam like a nomad since I left
soaking in solitude
I can go without water but not without you

100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200 more It's up to you to rescue me
100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200
100 days one summer

two hundred degrees I'm burning down
I don't sleep at all at night
I lie awake wondering if you're alright

Civilization rises up
cities come into view
mirages of places I once went with you

100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200 more It's up to you to rescue me
100 200 300 days since I saw you
100 200
100 days one summer

three hundred times put to the test
a sultan without a land
looking for someone who could understand

one hundred days in dessert sand
it didn't go how I planned
I never knew missing you would hurt so bad


Video


Ahmed Ahmedov - Hurrem Sultan.




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