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Ecouter Yolette Lagrandeur - Jakodak ( 2002 )


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I'm Outta Love (Anastacia)

Now baby come on
Don't claim that love you never let me feel
I should've known
'Cause you've brought nothing real
Come on be a man about it
You won't die
I ain't got no more tears to cry
And I can't take this no more
You know I gotta let it go
And you know

I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love

Said how many times
Have I tried to turn this love around?
But every time you just let me down
Come on be a man about it
You'll survive
True that you can work it out all right
Tell me
Yesterday did you know
I'd be the one to let you go?
And you know

I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To give my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love

Let me get over you
The way you've gotten over me too, yeah
Seems like my time has come
And now I'm moving on
I'll be stronger yeah

I'm outta love
Set me free
And let me out this misery
Just show me the way
To get my life again
'Cause you can't handle me
I'm outta love
Can't you see
Baby that you've gotta set me free
I'm outta love

I'm A Playa (Tech N9ne)

1971 Aaron D. Yates was born
1985 Aaron wrote his 1st rhyme
1988 Aaron adopts the name TECH N9NE
1990 TECH N9NE teams with producer Icy Roc Kraven
1997 Tech signs with Qwest Records
1999 Tech is released from the label
2002 Tech and Strange Music teams with MSC Entertainment and records:
Mother **er
I'm A Playa (echo Im a playa)

[Chorus]
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
I'm a playa
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm a playa (Yea Tecca Nina is a playa)
[Repeat 2x]

[Verse 1]
If you see me lookin' clean cut
Matchin' from head to toe dippin' with a mean strut
Throwin' and blowin' green stuff hella creamed up with a bling cup
Ain't no wicked we can kick it if you blue or beamed up

If you, see me step off in the clubber with some pros
With about 6 of 'em cut no longer waiting to be chose
And if you hear me tell my homies anything goes
With these chickens dippin' to Davy's right when the clubber close

If you see me on the grind getting' mine
If you bust in the room and find me hittin' yours from behind
If you hear me bustin' rhymes rippin' each and every time
If I got it at capacity and you still got a line

If I'm rollin' on dubs, if it's K-Town bud
If they showin' me love with a red rug at the club
If you see them hatas giving me mugs, ladies giving me hugs, no, it
ain't no rocket science it's because:

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm a playa in every sense of the word ya heard
I'm getting' money from these dummies flip your chick so absurd
I'm a playa and I pop collars,
I'm a playa when I don't or when I do drop dollars,them rot weilders

She don't want no softy sayin' he do when he don't
She don't want no perpetrating 9 to fiver trying to flaunt
She don't want no punk that can't get it krunk
No she don't, that's how it go, so my homie Kaliko tell'em what she want

(Big Krizz Kaliko)
She want a playa not thugs on dubs
We be rollin' them 22's and 3's poppin' ludes and V's
I'm in hot pursuit of a prostitute Kaliko knock boots gots lots to shoot,
and I'm pullin out the latex and given it to who's next
And fool'em pull a brunette wit unforgettable **
She's oohin'-oohin'-ooh sweat and I ain't telling who's wet,
And I ain't getting loose yet, so who's next for group **

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
Listen closely cuz this is sumthin you mite not know
Never ever tell ya love where else you get your love
Move in groups no one on one when you hit the club
And you should know this if you call yourself a wicked thug
If you creep to the movies throw away your ticket stub

If you **in' learn this lesson when you wash off
Just use hot water don't put no soap on your wash cloth
That way when you get home no questions you won't leave her bent
Don't be a dope and use the soap cause it will leave a scent

Don't tell a #2 that she's your one and only
Cause if she know it's way easy to go her own way
If you taking chickens to your secret home hey
Always go the back way to confuse'em just take the long way

To all the ladies if you playin' throw ya hands up
To all my fellas if you playin' throw ya grands up
This is 4-eva baby having clever thangs I'm a playa
Mother **er and I bet I'll never change

[Chorus]
[Repeat 4x]
Im a playa (x13)

Cactus (David Bowie)

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

I put it on when I go lonely
Will you take off your dress and send it to me?

I miss your kissin' and I miss your head
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
Run outside in the desert heat
Make your dress all wet and send it to me

I miss your soup and I miss your bread
And a letter in your writing doesn't mean you're not dead
So spill your breakfast and drip your wine
Just wear that dress when you're die

D-A-V-I-D

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

Bloody your hands on a cactus tree
Wipe it on your dress and send it to me

Sitting here wishing on a cement floor
Just wishing that I had just something you wore

Here We Are (Last Emperor)

[The Last Emperor]
Yo, when I got the mic in my hand and the camera's on
I make the crowd get hype, and wanna blast this ??
Turnin' up is all good nigga, that's my song
Coast out through ya hood like a master Don
My raps is long and strong like and elephant tusk
The intelligent, rough lyrics that the ample discuss
Crushed with the Elephant Man, can't you tell that it's us
Ain't no sittin' around now, then y'all better get up
East, West, North, South, yeah we callin' y'all out
Any opposition of this is just getttin' stomped out
We came to take it from the bottom to the top of the line
Party people, show me were you at one time

[Chorus: The Last Emperor]
From the front to the back, wherever you are
Rollin' tough in your truck, jumpin' out of ya car
Boastin' up in ya club or ya neighbourhood bar
Say "Here We Are", stomp it out y'all
"Here We Are", come on, stomp it out y'all
"Here We Are", oh-uh-ha, stomp it out y'all
"Here We Are", yeah, stomp it out y'all
"Here We Are", yeah

[The Last Emperor]
I hear the road call stomp out song, we need that
Come on, let's get it on and ease back
See the difference between me and these cats
My flow is strong, I spit creatine caps
Strong to the ladies, yeah they probably want me
I don't follow a blind lead, they follow me bluntly
Large appetite, my stomach is hollow, I'm hungry
I smack rappers like Solomon Grundi
As long as y'all want me I'ma come right back
And do what it takes to make a party bump like that
Uh, Mr. Martin Evil D on the track
Stomp it out y'all, show me where my people is at

[Chorus]

[The Last Emperor]
Uh, I yell it out, I can't say it too plain
This is my jungle sucker, top of the food chain
I don't know what y'all thought when 2002 came
But this is my court and I'm runnin' the new game
I smash and dent and crash ya band
The glass and rim, blast them in, this is where my compassion ends
And I'ma make it quite clear check the captions kids
"Here We Are", right here's where's the action is
Poetical pacoderm packin' them in
Hoe catcher, dope snatcher, put my back to the wind
These rappers is no match, feel the back of my Timb's
Stomp it out y'all, show them that we at it again

[Chorus]

"Here We Are"

alma de blues versión 2002 (ice house)

Presuntos Implicados - Alma de Blues Versión 2002 Music Downloads Presuntos Implicados - Alma de Blues Versión 2002 Ringtone Es la historia de una vozTemplada por el blues;Es el canto que arrastrEl hambre y el amor.Y la msica naci vestida de mujer.El lamento que acunSu dulce oscura piel, Sentimientos en su son Gardenias del querer.Y la msica cant por boca de mujer.Alma de blues en su vozDando vida a la pasin,Triste cancin es su bluesAcaricia una oracin. Nadie nunca comprendiSu lucha y su dolor,Nadie como ella sintiLa crcel y el adis.Y la msica llor por Billie Holiday.Alma de blues en su vozDando vida a la pasin,Triste cancin es su bluesAcaricia una oracin.------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GIMENEZ, SOLEDAD / GIMENEZ, JUAN LUIS / MANO, IGNACIOLyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc. Presuntos Implicados - Alma de Blues Versión 2002 Music Downloads Presuntos Implicados - Alma de Blues Versión 2002 Ringtone

Being Ripped Off In 2002 (Cripple Bastards)

A filthy presence obstructing my veins,
the fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling.
I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.
Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands,
your thoughts - drowned in my tears. A sad premonition.
I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.
Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful.
My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive.
I love to hate, I hate your love.
...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Bondegrammatikk (Dirty Oppland)

OhOh
Jaa9
Engdalyd 2002
Jeg presenterer bondegrammatikk,
Vokabular fra oppland traktene,
Gir lyttere et svar og innblikk i hvordan vi snakker det
Innsikt i å takle det å høre vri og vendinger
På ord du ikke skjønner helt i våre rim og endinger, vi,
Telefon er fon, mobilfon er mobil
Traktor med overbygg og henger kalles bobil,
Bodil kalles britt, himkok er drikke
Bånning er puling, å beile er å stikke,
Klikke er å slå seg løs, boms kaller vi usj,
Kjip fest kalles bediparty, regnvær kalles dusj,
Dust er en kjip fyr, fyr kalles lighter,
En fighter er en stri fyr, og Twix kaller vi Raider,
Bayer er utepils, juks kalles rimordbok,
Drita er din tilstand etter en litersdunk med himkok,
Kål er lok, saker kalles dobe,
Dong kalles barnslig og bolebukse mote,
Skrot kalles stæsj, gutter i buffalo er æsj,
Alt som rimer i over to bars kaller vi alltid vers,
Cash kaller vi penger, musikk kalles smurfehits,
Bø er en dø fugl, og rips kalles fjurtis **,
Vitsemann er funnyguy, en liten hest og en ponny,
Og alle som er kule kaller vi rett og slett for jaa9
Jaja,

Refreng:

Ja det er bondegrammatikk
vokabular fra oppland traktene,
harry eller ikke, yo vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
om du ikke riktig fatter det, eller har problemer med det
har du her en oversikt over ord og hva vi mener med det,
ja det er bondegrammatikk,
vokabular fra oppland traktene,
harry eller ikke, yo vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
skjønner du

din mamma kalles mordi, og mordi kalles hore,
kult kalles wack og plenen kaller vi for jordet,
thugs kalles alle de med bad**flow boy,
og ei kjip kjip jente er ei stank**hoooo
fittkost er hakeskjegg, zipper kalles nedlagt,
cafe kalles åpenbord børd ikke nytes medbrakt,
rota bort er finner ikke, kan ikke er gidder ikke,
jern kalles jønn, liker ikke kalles digger ikke,
hjernen kalles jønnen, sønnen i huset kalles sønnen,
møkkaspreder og ei natt med pamela det kalles drømmen,
fjobæ er fjurtisbabe, rull ei døgn vill lerke,
og teite brillejenter kalles alltid øyvind, kremt kremt
tegging er tagging, tv og video kalles kino,
graffiti kalles twc og bleikfis er albino,
å bli no- er å stå, skrujern er skrujønn,
go’da er betegnelsen på et rundknullbart hunnkjønn,
repping er rapping eller lavmåls joik,
folk som blander ut en 96 kalles avholdsfolk,
å runke er å kose seg, ungdom kalles tæggere,
flink kalles ram, gutta med langt hår er dræggere ,
storbyfolk er sosser, god bil er volvo 240,
knullbart kalles alt med pupper under 42,
rutinert er rutti, alt etter er åkke som
og de som sier at andre er dumme,
dom er domme dom

Refreng:
Ja det er bondegrammatikk
vokabular fra oppland traktene,
harry eller ikke, yo vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
om du ikke riktig fatter det, eller har problemer med det
har du her en oversikt over ord og hva vi mener med det,
ja det er bondegrammatikk,
vokabular fra oppland traktene,
harry eller ikke, yo vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
vi snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
snakker det sånn vi snakker det,
skjønner du

Nebel Über Den Urnenfeldern (Nocte Obducta)

Ich spüre nur den kalten Wind in meinen leeren Händen
Und greife vage in nebelschweres Nichts
...das Continuum rinnt mit dem Nebel durch die Finger, einer Sanduhr gleich

Es formt der Dunst ein Meer, der Wald ein Bild des Hafens
Der lädt zu einer Überfahrt ins Land des ew´gen Schlafens
Es weiß das feuchte Gras um die, die hier begraben
Als Asche schwarz und alt wie das Gefieder toter Raben

Es teilt mein müder Schritt verwitterte Steinkreise
Die stumme Einsamkeit wispert vom Ende meiner Reise
Es lockt mich eine Stele, wartend zu verharren
Ich lausche Schweigen und dem Fluss, wo Totenkähne knarren

Es zieh´n am Horizont Familien schwarzer Schwäne
Lethes Wasser tauft das Holz der Ruder leerer Kähne
Es murmeln Erd´ und Stein von dem, was sie genommen
Irgendwo ein Dryasstrauch – der Sommer wird nicht kommen

Es stürzt mein Leben wie das Bustum meiner Seele
Tiefer in die Nebel, die da wabern um die Stele
Es raunen Pithosgräber von den Kindestagen
Der Tag vergeht, die Kälte bleibt, den Frost ins Herz zu tragen

Es fällt verlor´ner Schnee, die Asche toter Winter
Auf gramvoll stumme Tumuli, die Hüter toter Kinder
Es schlägt ein kaltes Herz im Mond über den Feldern
Und totgebor´ne Wünsche wimmern schwächlich in den Wäldern

Revisited (The Fold)

Hello to a ghost I have let go, used to float around my window, float around my window.

It's new years's eve tonight if God calls me home before midnight our epitaphs might read the same
from 1979 to 2002
That's all they'd say about you and I me and my best friend.

Hello to a ghost I have let go, used to float around, float around my window

I'm looking up into this endless void for you. Tell me who will fill this empty point of view? woah. But as I force myself to see the very nature of the question
Either you're safely in God's arms or in eternal insurrection
Although it's been nice to hear from you,
I'll rest assured in this decision.

Goodbye to a ghost I have let go, used to float around my window
flo-oh-oh-woah! oh!
oh!

Kapitel I: "Heidestimmung" (Empyrium)

[Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehr]

Kein Hirtenfeuer glimmt mehrbringt Licht ins Heidemoor.Ganz oben,
einsam singt er - des Winters Totenchor.

[Heimwärts]

Karges, dunkles Land…Gänzlich still, weit, unbekannt.Sollst so manch
Legende schürzen,doch heut mir nur die Kutsche führen.
Durch wilde, kahlte Klüfte - hinein ins Ödeland. (still, wiet,
unbekannt)Dort herrschen eisge Lüfte,wie nie zuvor gekannt. (tief drinn
im Ödeland)
Wohin ich blick - nur Eis und Schnee…gespenstge Kiefer, dunkler
See…Schauderhaftes schlißt mich ein - kein Weg, kein Steg, kein
Lampenschein!
Der Pferde Kräfte schwindenin einer Nebelwand,gepeitscht von
Geisterwinden,der Schlaf mich übermannt - tief drin im
Ödeland.

[Nebel]

[Instrumental]

[Fortgang]

Welch gramvoll Peinverwies mich meinen Pfaden,als morgendunstge
Schwaden,noch ruhten im verschneiten Hain.
In weit erstartter Heide,lang schwand die alte Leite,wohin noch
schweifet der Blick,führt kein Umkehr zurück.
Überwunden ist nun Dunkelheit,nach langem Weg in Einsamkeit.Von
unberührtem Stegefolget leis und dicht - des Mondes fahles Licht,zum
Ende alter Wege.

[A cappella]

[Nachhall]

[Instrumental]


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