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Ecouter Aziz Boualam 2012 By Foormusic.Com


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She (Depp Jones)

She, she, she - she wants more you see.
But she's really not.
Her face is creamed and her mind is mean.
Yeah, she's misbegot.

Maybe she's a monster - pushes herself in other lives.
Yes, she's born to terrorize.

She gave me the girlhates.
Like the winds from the bowels of hell,
she crashed right through my gate.
Oh boy, she sucks!

You'll meet her,
'cause she's always there when a star is rising.
Yes she'll pine for a piece of shine and you'll be victimized then.
She's got multiple faces - not even ugly you may think.
But on your chain of ruin she's a link.

She gave me the girlhates.
Like the winds from the bowels of hell,
she crashed right through my gate.
Oh boy, she sucks!

A waste of time, a waste of patience.
I'm growning older in her presence.
Yeah, she's a human terminator.
Oh, I wish I could terminate her!

I wish I could - I know I should (wdh.)

She gave me the girlhates.
Like the winds from the bowels of hell,
she crashed right through my gate.
Oh boy, she sucks!

She gave me the girlhates.
Like the winds from the bowels of hell,
she crashed right through my gate.

She sucks!

Solidarity In Islam (Shoutul Amal)

Solidarity in Islam
Is a must for everyone
From the north to the south
East to the west
Let us all quest for the best

Kamilah hamba-Mu ya Allah
Yang mencari petunjuk
Al-Quran menjadi ikutan
Hadis itu panduan.

Bagi mereka yang percaya
Pada Tuhan yang Esa
Syurga ganjaran istimewa
Untuk para syuhada

Bersamalah kita juangkan
Pertahankan agama Allah
Janganlah gentar usahlah resah
Syurga mahligai nan indah
Tanamkan tekad di hati
Berjuang tanpa henti
Tawakallah pada Ilahi
Itu penawar diri.

Lagu: Raja Sarinah Raja Abd Aziz
Lirik: Raja Sarinah/ Firdaus Sahiddin
Solo: Mohd Sobri Abdullah
Album : Amal Kerana Allah

Serpent Boy ((Hed) P.E.)

count the days
don't hold your breath
chikitee chek 2012
the perpetrator never knew
never properly represent the struggle
the boy in the bubble is you not barbarino
my flows unclog your souls like draino
my logic-tight like plato
whoop**like kato
with more troops than nato
wrekkin your house
like a tornado in the barbados
drop down give props to the third rock
first come first serve shake the spot
see you not so big like you thought you was
not my blood not my cuz
not mi familia
i play like amnesia when i sees ya
who needs ya
ridin my dick like a skeezah
take a look around
you forgot what you came here for
what's your theory
why ya try to play that game
you can forget my name
take a look around
take a deep breath
recollect yourself
you a zero
you don't respect yourself
still running that weak**game
you can forget my name
time to bury the bloody hatchet in your
mother** back
i laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack
breakin you down
fukkin you up like sprack
you always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts
now i'm-a-let you know
what the soul for real is
come correct,let me know what the deal is
bro, pack your bowl, with my flow
shit just ain't workin out
no, i'm-a-have to let you go
ain't no love no mo
take a look around...
take a deep breath
recollect resurrect
run a check from the neck up
you **ed up
still runnin that wekass game
try to forget my name
what's yo theory?
ain't no love...

Pencil Pussy (Depp Jones)

Your office is cosy - your cheque is in the mail,
sitting on your lazy**- your poison cannot fail.
Shitdrops from your pencil about the bands you hate.
I sit here with my baseball-bat waiting for a date.

While your cheque is in the mail.
It's your job you're paid to bore,
or break the necks of bands galore.

You love to hate and then defame.
Pencil Pussy should be your name.

I don't hate you - You're just getting on my nerves.
I'd love to give you what you deserve.

Yo mother**er-Arsch.

Your office is cosy - your cheque is in the mail,
sitting on your lazy**- your poison cannot fail.
Shitdrops from your pencil about the bands you hate.
I sit here with my baseball-bat waiting for a date.

While your cheque is in the mail.

You call it work, I call it crap.
Your only chance to pay me back.
But you don't hate me, you hate yourself.
I'm not your mother, brother, I'm something else.

Your office is cosy - your cheque is in the mail,
sitting on your lazy**- your poison cannot fail.
Shitdrops from your pencil about the bands you hate.
I sit here with my baseball-bat waiting for a date.

While your cheque is in the mail.

I.F.O. ((Hed) P.E.)

Somewhere, somehow, somewhen
We'll see it happen again, my friend
A simple visitation gone wrong like back in '47
Only this time we'll be on the scene like Kent Brockman
Or Sam Donaldson live in New Mexico
But now you can't fool us
Now you can't lie or deny so much
It's obvious why none of us trust you
How does a flying disc turn into a weather balloon
How long did you think you could trick us with lies?
Can't put a cover on the skies
Can't hide that face or those big black eyes
So how you gonna put a cover up on the skies?
Realize, I'm not surprised at your deception
Correction, I welcome the challenge to intercept it
The message loud & clear
You think we fear it
Reverse it
Me & mine we will embrace it
So face it
I got the 411
I got the CNN
We on-line
TV & me we kin
My click is the mandelbrot set
My crops lie unbroken
Your hoaxes, a feeble attempt
Circle perfect, bring the revelation
Your realization far too many videotapes to go around erasin'
This ain't no J.F.K.
Check the I.F.O.-out the box
Fresh like sightings on FOX
Documenting the coming of the chariots
Gods in the making, no more jiving
No more fakin' the real
How long did you think you could trick us with lies
Tricks are for punks
Can't hide the face or those deep black eyes
How you gonna put a cover-up on the skies?
Take me to your leader
He don't even know you
We the niggaz of earth
Got to show you
The peckerwoods can't stand the site of the Africans
What are they gonna do when they face off with a gray man
Prepare to meet your maker in the skies over the pyramids
Check stonehenge
Go ask the Mayans
2012 soon come
I will be waitin' sayin' I told you so
When the skies are ripped open
And the mothership lands on your cynical ass
Maybe then you will believe & concede
That you can't hide the sun
Can't hide the moon
Can't keep some secrets so big
Yes, the truth must transcend
And when it does, my friend I will be chillin' by the TV
Rockin' with CNN
Yeah, my bong in hand
Surrounded by friends
When the world as we know it will end

Clan Banlieue (Modena City Ramblers)

Il quartiere non è il massimo, vie larghe e palazzoni
qui non abita nessuno di famoso.
niente attori, nè politici, stilisti nè modelle
musicisti si ma solo quelli poveri.
Qui ho tutti i miei amici ma non c'è un cazzo di niente
tranne il bar di Mimmo e il take-away cinese.
E se sei cresciuto qui e se hai ventidue anni
cominci ad avere voglia di cambiare.
Così Pablo ha rimediato un furgone arrugginito
e Aziz è riuscito a farlo andare
con un po' di soldi in tasca per la birra e la benzina
da domani ci prendiamo una vacanza. A's tulàm de d'ché!
Zen, Secondigliano, Pilastro, Quarticciolo
non c'è niente da perdere, nous sommes le Clan Banlieue.
Ce ne andremo a curiosare per le strade dell'Europa
con le multe non pagate sul cruscotto.
Pablo cerca di convincerci a tornare a Barcellona
per noi due l'importante è che si schiodi.
Scriveremo cartoline agli amici del quartiere
che si sciolgono nel caldo dell'estate.
Li ritroveremo un giorno e brinderemo al nostro incontro
ai vecchi tempi e alle nostre nuove vite.
E da tutte le province, d'oriente e d'occidente
dai sobborghi soffocati dalla noia
uno sciame di furgoni malconci e colorati
investirà le grandi capitali. On se taille d'icì!
Guildford, Castrovillari, Sassuolo, La Villette
non c'è niente da perdere, nous sommes le Clan Banlieue.
Erlangen, Manzolino, Isernia, Lisdonvarna, Liege, Valladolid
non c'è niente da perdere.
Voghera, Codigoro, Zandvoort, Montecavolo,
East Kilbridge, Rieti, Arcore. Nous sommes le Clan Banlieue.

Wether Or Like It (Depp Jones)

Whether or not - that's what they say.
Whether or like it.
Entweder oder wie es heisst,
oder Du magst es.

Imprisoned by the law of time.
Anxiety becomes a crime.
Don't you dig the common thread,
that you're just good when you're dead.
Und im Tod wird alles nett.

Whether or like it (like it)!

Angst ist das, was Du jetzt nicht brauchst -
die letzte Zuflucht.
Hoffnung ist, was Du jetzt nicht hast,
nur Angst und Sehnsucht.

To be afraid's what you don't need.
Be strong and strike it.
Hope is a thing which you don't have.
Whether or like it!

Imprisoned by the law of time.
Anxiety becomes a crime.
Don't you dig the common thread,
that you're just good when you're dead.
Und im Tod wird alles nett.

Whether or like it (like it)!

A slow and gentle suicide,
'cause you don't count when you're alive.
Don't you dig the common thread.
and you're sure to be counted when you're dead.

Tank Girl (Depp Jones)

She's a wreckless, tankdriving hell of a girlie.
Yeah, she's got a shaved head 'cept a little curlie.
She's the big lil' trouble in Australia.
She's her parents biggest failure,
this she-bang, rodbruising frag of a churlie.

And from your big-soled creeps to your balded head,
yes, you're the cutest mutie I ever met.
There're a thousand things I would do for you,
like a **change into a kangaroo.
You could break my heart.

You could break my heart!

That's right. For me she's more than a saga.
She's the **iest thing since the Shangri Las.
Her faves, a stuffed toy and a baseball-bat,
and her favorite dream is tickling wet.
Not what you think, but a sea of Lager.

From the big-soled creeps to your balded head,
yes, you're the cutest mutie I ever met.
There're a thousand things I would do for you,
like a rocking pneumonia and boogie-woogie flu.
You could break my heart.

You could break my heart!

Let me kiss the nail on your bat for a start.
Yes, you could break my heart.

Ladies it's killing time!

A Certain Shade Of Green (Incubus)

A certain shade of green,
tell me, is that what you need?
All signs around say move ahead.
Could someone please explain to me your ever present
lack of speed?
Are your muscles bound by ropes?
Or do crutches cloud your day?
My sources say the road is clear,
and street signs point the way.
Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.?
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate.
What are you waiting for,
A certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation
signed, "Choose now or lose it all,"
sedate your hesitation?
Or inflame and make you stall?
You've been raised in limitation,
but that glove never fit quite right.
The time has come for hand-me-downs,
choose anew, please evolve,
take flight
What are you waiting for?
A written invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?

Mother (Sami Yusuf)



Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realised it
And now it’s too late
Forgive me

Now I’m alone filled with so much shame
For all the years I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
Mother I’m lost without you


You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who’s going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
Mother I’m lost without you

Turkish:
Ben derdimi kime söyleyeyim
Sensiz ana
Senin kadrini hic bilemedim ben
Aziz ana


Resul buyurdu;
Cennet analarin ayaklari altinda
Senin hayalin aklimda,
ruhumda, ruyalarimda

Sen gittiginde canim gitti,
Ayrilik bir yaman dertti,
Dunya bana cefa etti,
Benim aziz anam


Aglarim ben bulut gibi,
Dilimdesin sarki gibi,
Gunahlarim derin derin
Hakkini helal et ana

To whom will I tell my sorrow
in your absence, mother?
I didn’t know your real value, my beloved mother


The Messenger (pbuh) said
“Paradise is under the mothers’ feet”
Your image is in my heart, my soul, and my dreams


When you left, my soul left
Our separation was painful
The world gave me pain
and sorrow my beloved mother


I cry like a cloud
You are like a song on my tongue
I’ve wronged you countless times
Forgive me mother

English lyrics: Sami Yusuf & Bara Kherigi
Turkish lyrics: Ustadh Firooz
composition: Sami Yusuf
© 2005 DG-BoY


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