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Ecouter Salmo 150 by Ernani Aguiar


Eu Nasci Ha 10 Mil Anos Atras (Raul Seixas)

Um dia, numa rua da cidade, eu vi um velhinho sentado na calcada
Com uma cuia de esmola e uma viola na mao
O povo parou pra ouvir, ele agradeceu as moedas
E cantou essa musica, que contava uma historia
Que era mais ou menos assim:

Eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras
e nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi cristo ser crucificado
O amor nascer e ser assassinado
Eu vi as bruxas pegando fogo pra pagarem seus pecados,
Eu vi,
Eu vi Moises cruzar o mar vermelho
Vi Maome cair na terra de joelhos
Eu vi Pedro negar Cristo por tres vezes diante do espelho
Eu vi,

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi as velas se acenderem para o Papa
Vi Babilonia ser riscada do mapa
Vi conde Dracula sugando o sangue novo
e se escondendo atras da capa
Eu vi,
Eu vi a arca de Noe cruzar os mares
Vi Salomao cantar seus salmos pelos ares
Eu vi Zumbi fugir com os negros pra floresta
pro quilombo dos palmares
Eu vi,

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais (2x)

Eu vi o sangue que corria da montanha
quando Hitler chamou toda a Alemanha
Vi o soldado que sonhava com a amada numa cama de campanha
Eu li,
Eu li os simbolos sagrados de Umbanda
Eu fui crianca pra poder dancar ciranda
E, quando todos praguejavam contra o frio,
eu fiz a cama na varanda

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais
nao, nao porque

Eu nasci
(eu nasci)
Ha dez mil anos atras
(eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras)
E nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais
Nao, nao

Eu tava junto com os macacos na caverna
Eu bebi vinho com as mulheres na taberna
E quando a pedra despencou da ribanceira
Eu tambem quebrei e perna
Eu tambem,
Eu fui testemunha do amor de Rapunzel
Eu vi a estrela de Davi brilhar no ceu
E praquele que provar que eu tou mentindo
eu tiro o meu chapeu

(eu nasci)
Eu nasci
(ha dez mil anos atras)
Eu nasci ha dez mil anos atras
(e nao tem nada nesse mundo que eu nao saiba demais)

Pimp On (Big Tymers Featuring Unplugged)

Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
To the players
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
Pimp on, pimp on, pimp on
To the players
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on, roll on
To the players
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
Ride on, ride on, ride on
To the players

For sure lil' one
Benz 600 on dubs my man
Playing TVs and DVs these niggas ain't playing
20 inch. change the paint I'll do that quick
Doing donuts in the Lam get your roll on slick
Bought a brand new car
Steering wheel in the middle
With the passenger side on both sides my nigga
Got a brand new Jag with a brand new Vet
Going to the MGM six to point nigga bet
Got a brand new house with my platinum mouth
Got 500 chicken and I'm fronting em' out
Got 5 bad bitches till' I turned em' out
Got 5 new cars till' I burnt em' out
I got a Rover with 8 tires a Jag with 6
Got the matching Benz wagon with Lorenzo kit
Got a cell-phone sattelite I love this shit
Drive a 2002 Lexus coupe you bitch
Play boy


{Mannie Fresh}
I'ma get it how I live and by me a quater
And put about 10 inches up in somebody daughter
I'm M.F. nigga
Nothin less nigga
Running in a race with me
You gotta catch your breath nigga
I love ** nigga
Got a complex nigga
Got your head hurting, taking contracts nigga
Y'all doing good lil' one
I'm doing better
Your 2000 got cloth interior, mine got leather
See hit her get her grab her man I get with her
Split her quit her jab her man in a shit her
Doing like it should be done
I'm the mack
Make it feel just like a gun
Up in your back
Tell the truth I know you know baby
I don't need em
Ask a bitch or ask a hoe just how I treat em
You handcuffing these broads
Bring them hoes up in for questioning
Captain save a broad find another profession


Ha bro
Catch me getting out my Rover
With ice all over
With a pair black Girbauds
And some fresh white Soldiers
I'm the #1 hoe bitch you know who I am
Got about a 150 worth a shit in my hand
Got about a 150 hard bricks in the van
With about a 150 nasty bitches my man
It's that hot boy Atrice no one do it harder
A block off the interstate
Doing donuts in my Ferrari

{Mannie Fresh}
Now why you over there looking at me?
Could I be the player that you trying to be?
I been pimping young stuns since 83
Ask your mamma and they mammas
Sonny they know me
#1 reppers, hot like pepper
Flossy type steppers, dog bitch check us
I heard you gone persue her
She telling the world you chew her
Yeah I screw then let the hot boys do her


Dirty Deeds (E 40)

"40 H2O I got a few ends can we do some kind of business mate?"
It depends on how much you wanna spend and how much profit I'm gon' make
What's the crazy? Son Mac Kezy right now they go for eight
But you know we in the middle of a drought playboy
so tomorrow might be too late
Prices keep on elevatin
escalatin and fluctuatin like Oprah Winfrey's weight
Hesitatin eliminatin competitor's competition out the gate
Peruvian flake, cotton candy and Highway 5
About an estimated four-and-a-half hour drive, LET ME GO
Na na, can't do that, too dangerous, too young
Back off, it's a commotion, might even swallow your tongue
HOW?!? I'll tell ya later, pop your**Miss Kezy
Where we headed? Venice Beach
Gotta go pick up our greasy ex-po po martial arts expert
Money on grip and desperate, nuttin to be reckoned with
I tell you mother**ers she's a fool
Damn she sound like a **in nut
Let's bust her potna and get the **

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Look here)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds

It ain't gon' be no cakewalk, so whatever ya do don't talk
Others been sufficed to triangular markers with numbers on em
and bodies outlined in chalk
Bodies outlined in chalk, triangular markers with numbers on em
and bodies outlined in chalk
Call them organs, call my lawyer while you're at it
Tell my cottage get that dope up out the attic
We ism, I caught the po-po tryin ta spoil it
Too much narcotics to be flushin down the toilet
These bitches talkin bout some shit I never knew about
Some shit I never heard, some shit that I could sue about
Knew I was in Pittsburgh promotin a charity concert wit my weep
and luckily a mother**er like me
had enough common sense to keep the receipt
35th and room service, buffalo wings and Gucci dressin, Caesar salad
a glass of wine and lots of **in, don't you doubt it
25 percent bookworm, 150 percent street smart
Makin business, accusations only reach a start

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Watcha do?)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds

As soon as I could walk I'd cooked up bout half a meal ticket
at the age of 17 years old **in em up like that
Ovulatin in the kettle loft cos I kept watchin the game
I'd fall in the yard
Operation Desperation, go get your fetch, daddy slingin niggas who off
In front of the liquor store tryin to get somebody
to buy me a bottle and a pack of Newports
so that a mother**er can up-chuck on the teacher
when I get to school, restricted
So move up out of the classroom, better yet after school to diss this
Hella quick tip, wit extra manners, tie your**up wit the phone cord
Duct tape your mouth, talk to your**in Spanish
Describe me voice, like me no speak no English
Take me razorblade and get to choppin at your fingers
Straight killers new to my squadron
My deuce don't even know that's on my squadron's back
Godzilla ballers, a juvenile with damn man respect
Craze up off the set, pistol whippin negroes wit my Tek
Nina millimetre heater, heavy metal wet
Crushin heads and snappin necks, causin nosebleeds
A 150 percent street nigga about dem dirty deeds

We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
We smoke trees and slang ki's, off the **in E's
Livin life as a criminal doin a bunch of dirty deeds
(Whatcha do?)
Doin a bunch of dirty deeds
*repeat x3*

Main Punx (A Global Threat)

Main Punx

we're the maine punx, ** you!
proud to be the ** few
we're the maine punx, ** you!
all the shit that we go through
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we'll do what we want to do
we're the maine punx, ** you!
young, rebellious attitudes

pack up the car, it's time to go!
150 miles to the nearest show
punks from around the state destroy
this way of living, OI! OI! OI!

get shit about what we wear,
patches, boots, and spikey hair
** what we're taught in all our schools,
we won't live by this state's rules

we're the maine punx, ** you!
proud to be the ** few
we're the maine punx, ** you!
all the shit that we go through
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we'll do what we want to do
we're the maine punx, ** you!
young, rebellious attitudes

we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!
we're the maine punx, ** you!

and ** MAINE

Deadly Melody (Wu-Tang Clan)

featuring Street Life (a.k.a. Street Thug)

[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo

Mother**ers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the ** eye can't die-tect
the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
by this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
with the silencer

Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses

Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

Home on the range, rebel with a pen
writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my ** Pistol, deal me in

The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one **in finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

[INS] Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes
[duo] through your **in speaker
[U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters
[GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
of his sick premeditated, murder caper

[Street Life]
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't ** with us

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine

[Street Life]
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time)
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

R U Ready (Salt-N-Pepa)

R U ready?
Pum pump let me see you jump
Shake your rump push it real good
Break it down with the funk
One love like the LB say right right
Music Makes Us High but you've been given shade
'Cause I stay paid sippin' lemonade
Don't be mad 'cause I got it made
Diva hatin' waitin' snake in the grass
Look me up and down when I pass
Vibin' with your girlfriends
Jealous of my dividends and my Benz and my ends
Like no other butter,
Smooth like cream, I keep in milky
When I move on the scene
Got you fiending, on lock down, can't you tell?
Never fell, black queens doing it well
We be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?

1-My mic sound nice
Check one, check 2, everybody make way
Party people coming through
Throw your hands up, put 'em up
Bounce, hold steady, are you ready?

(repeat 1)

We make you burn with the hot track
Spin and scratch the hot wax
So I could grab the microphone and climax
Bars stay lean and cream keep stacking
Dr. Suess cracking the beats with no slacking
So move with the groove, makes your knees weaker
Salt-N-Pepa coming through your speaker
Hot blazing, so amazing, 150 proof raisin' the roof
Who got the juice now?
Yeah, poppa, I'm gonna break you off something proper
Show stopper like Frankie Crocker
Female phenomenon, when you get off, then put me on
Miss Jiggy, hell yeah, huh, the bom digi
Microphone check one, 2, brand new coming through
You know how we do, stay on point like a needle
Who are you to judge like Ito?
Recognize Salt-N-Pep's stello
(repeat 1, 1)

I'm about to make the whole world bounce
Make it freaky 'til you're drippin'
Salt-N-Peppa got me in the VI sippin'
On the dance floor, nonstop how we movin' in
Game so tight, lubrication couldn't loosen it
B.L.A.Q the bomb
Y'all know Chi-Ca, Chi-Co who matching my flow
Shake what your momma created until it hurt ya
Daddy came to freak it down
And work ya, what time is it?
P to the B to the P to the A
Lay my game down precise like every day
Display many styles for years I've been here

Iced out ** appeal I put your lights out
Pull your mics out, we rock the party
Freak your body, no need for a shottie
I'm gonna make you sweat all night, hold tight
All heads turn when I snatch the mic
Send the party into orbit
Coppin' drop tops 'cause I can afford it
Ain't nothing, party over here
What you doing on the other side?
We came here to get live, take a ride
With the S and the P, hey, pep mc
Shine every time just like the Lex be
You wanna test me, don't floss

We got the flow tha'll break you off
Decent, leave you locked like the precinct
How we get down worldwide
Everybody know about the sound
Let it pound in your system one time
All up in your mind how we shine? Genuine
(rpt 1, 1, 1, 1)

Drop It Off (Lil Wyte)

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Drop it off drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed off
Put that money in the bag
Hoe I'll blow yo**off

[Verse One]
It all started out cool and calm, we had it under control
We had blueprints to the bank from roof to floor
My nigga Paul had them yawks and bullet-proof vests
Juicy dropped off the 600 the get away the best
We had an in-sider that was working for Union Planners
She told us everyday at 6 o clock they turn off the cameras
At 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and banannas
Six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras
So that gives us twenty five minutes to get in and out
We gotta do this shit so quick and slick without a doubt
I got some folks that be down to ride all it takes a shout
And if its business they comin quicker thats what they bout
God as my witness we gonna get this one some way some how
With thirty million dollars in diamonds we cant miss out
The plans in action tomorrow we gon case it out
Give me twenty four more hours and we gon clean it out


[Verse Two]
It's going down five o'clock and we loadin the trucks up
Get the 40's get the vests get the masks get the pump
Dont forget the smoke bombs to cloud them out when we get done
Man this shits about to get so hecked up under the sun
Six o clock pullin up and we know surveillance off
Six o five guards are breaking and were waiting on the cough
Thats the sign to come in and lay everyone on the ground
Units in faces of customers so they dont make a sound
Keep your guns up and your masks on till the cash gone
Now lets get this thirty million in diamonds and mash on
8 minutes left on the clock before the cameras click
Back into rotation on the bank and they scope out the shit
Got the jewerly got the loot, situations looking cool
All of a sudden a cop comes outta no where and he start to shoot
So many rounds is wizzin by me I dont see how I aint dead
Smooth? stepped in the way with a AK and shot the cop in his head


[Verse Three]
We got the diamonds in the stash spot, and 10 in he tank
But the police on our tail an officer down in the bank
So we hit the gas threw the masks, lost the vests and ditched the gats
Made a corner, hit it fast, man these folks all on our ass
Push the 600 to the limit, we doin a dance
Fraiser hit the brakes goin 150 tryin to make em crash
Trippin in the back seat cause im high up off that mary jane
Talkin crazy, its over this time and it aint funny man
Ballin down Lamar dodgin cars and we aint tryin to stop
My Rolley onion came off of a side street and smacked a cop
But they still comin, its seven of em, and they catchin quick
After Sunroof I through a smoke bomb and they got lost in it
Make a left a right a quick left, pullin to this driveway
Turn your tail lights off and just park and dont go no where just stay
Pokey off our trail hot as hell but we still gotta shoot
Back to headquarters to come forward seperatin the loot

Television The Drug Of The Nation (Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprisy)

One nation
under God
has turned into
one nation under the influence
of one drug
Television the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. it
satellite links
our United States of Unconsciousness
Apathetic therapeutic and extremely addictive
The methadone metronome pumping out
150 channels 24 hours a day
you can flip through all of them
and still there's nothing worth watching
T.V. is the reason why less than 10 per cent of our
Nation reads books daily
Why most people think Central Amerika
means Kansas
Socialism means unamerican
and Apartheid is a new headache remedy
absorbed in it's world it's so hard to find us
It shapes our mind the most
maybe the mother of our Nation
should remind us
that we're sitting too close to...
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V. is
the stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
are chased by Grecian Formula'd
bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politic's
remote control over the masses
co-sponsored by environmentally safe gases
watch for the PBS special
It's the perpetuation of the two party system
where image takes precedence over wisdom
Where sound bite politics are served to
the fastfood culture
Where straight teeth in your mouth
are more important than the words
that come out of it
Race baiting is the way to get selected
Willie Horton or
Will he not get elected on...
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
T.V., is it the reflector or the director ?
Does it imitate us
or do we imitate it
because a child watches 1500 murders before he's
twelve years old and we wonder why we've created
a Jason generation that learns to laugh
rather than to abhor the horror
T.V. is the place where
armchair generals and quarterbacks can
experience first hand
the excitement of warfare
as the theme song is sung in the background
Sugar sweet sitcoms
that leave us with a bad actor taste while
pop stars metamorphosize into soda pop stars
You saw the video
You heard the soundtrack
Well now go buy the soft drink
Well, the onla cola that I support
would be a union C.O.L.A.(Cost Of Living Allowance)
On television
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation
Back again, "New and improved"
We return to our irregularly programmed schedule
hidden cleverly between heavy breasted
beer and car commercials
Where oxymoronic language like
"virtually spotless", "fresh frozen"
"light yet filling" and "military intelligence"
have become standard
T.V. is the place where phrases are redefined
like "recession" to "necessary downturn"
"Crude oil" on a beach to "mousse"
"Civilian death" to "collateral damages"
and being killed by your own Army
is now called "friendly fire"
T.V. is the place where the pursuit
of happiness has become the pursuit of
Where toothpaste and cars have become
** objects
Where imagination is sucked out of children
by a cathode ray **
T.V. is the only wet nurse
that would create a cripple
Television, the drug of the Nation
Breeding ignorance and feeding radiation

150 MC's (Da Ruckus)

Yo yo. Its a hundred and fifty emcees. Which one do you be? Count em
I met a _Redman_ in _Camp Lo_ named _Mic Geronimo_
He'd _Busta Rhyme_ anywhere he was always on the go
He used to live in _Champtown_ but moved to _Slum Village_
In a city Motown that was run by _Mike Millich_
Lived with _Fat Joe_ in _Ras Kass_'s corridor
Who had a _Crucial Conflict_ with this man next door
On a _Rampage_ against this kung fu gang
Sensei _Master P_, of Shaolin's _Wu-Tang_
He'd meditate with _Cool J_'s, and phillies of _Canibus_
Practicin the grain style, and the praying mantis
Increased his _Eye-Cue_, studying the _five V's_
And had more styles, than _MJ has got G_'s, uhh
One time, he was confronted
And the neighboor told _Da Sensai_, he didn't want it
The sensei asked him to choose his weapon
The A-_KRS_, the _Nine_ or the _Mack 10_
He chose a shotgun, since he was from Bucktown
As he blast a _Buckshot_, the sensei, he Ducked Down
Hit his _Dogg's Nate_ _Snoop_ and the _Spice-One_ rack
The sensei didn't even have a chance to blast back
Eyes bloodshot and _Puffy_, and got up like _Scarface_
(Pacino: "Say hello to my little friend")
Lettin' off a _Dirty Dozen_, now it's a car chase
Gunfight now turns to a deadly car ride
The sensei didn't see _Da Brigade_, on _The Pharcyde_
Crashed his chevy, _Kid Capri_ head on, was thrown 20 feet
But he didn't bet on
Being scooped by _A Tribe Called Quest_ and cared for
Until his wounds healed, he then declared war
Called up _Jay and A, who both drove a Z_
Already wanted, for _Jayo Felonies_
And _Missy Elliot_, who also had a _Case_
The judge will _Punisher_, for sprayin' illegal _Mase_
A Misdemeanor, but the judge was _Kurupt_
She was caught with _Pete Rocks_, and never handcuffed
Called up her Uncle _Luke_, whose _Crew was 2 Live_
They had some _Peter Gunz_, like the ones on True Lies
And these two guys were snitches, all around town
Kid who was _Da Brat_, and her sister _Fox Brown_
With only a few G's, they met _Nas at Escobar_
_Alkaholiks_ all around, with Cristal and caviar
Long Island _Ice-T's_, with only one _Ice Cube_
They discussed the _Kurtis Blow_ and spot up like intertubes
They met some _Geto Boys_, who _Run DMC_
_Corporation_ and _Dr. Dre_, or was it _EPMD_, who said "Life is _Too
$hort_we gotta think fast?"
_Daz_ 'em with explosions, shots & tear gas
Drink _E-40's_ of _8-Ball_ with _Little Ceasars_
Down 180 proof rum, with Bacardi Breezers
_Large Professor_, who teaches class on _Artifacts_
Had plans to invade the _Timbaland_, with rocketpacks
They go in crewed up, over the _Cypress Hill_
_Outsidaz_ _Mobb Deep_, and everyone is just _Chill
A _Hush_ on the scene, all you heard was the Click_
_Organized Konfusion_ was _Ultramagnetic_
A _Lady of Rage_, that was cursed with _Voodu!_
Was stung by _Cocoa B's_, _Outkast_ by _Gurus_
A _Goodie Mob_ of _Lost Boyz_ _Xzibit_ _Mystikal_
Broken _Bone, Thugs 'N Harmony_ is very critical
Scalped lots of hair on _The Roots_ of _40 Thevz_
Then write "_Heltah Skeltah_," in blood from injuries
A _Common_ sight, like _Capone 'N Noreaga_
They bomb a fight, then sit alone with Garsha Vegas
When it was over, one seemed to never fall
He screamed out "Fade em all!"
It was this kid named _Jamal_
The sensai would _Rakim_, and his man _Eric B_
Give him an _Eminem_, and made him bow to one knee
This wasn't _Bizarre_, it was in his _Nature_
So this would become the 37th Chamber
It all started, over some _Big Daddy Kane_
The sensei sold with _Slick Rick's_ brother _Dana Dane_
On east, _Warren G's_ supposed to be uncut
Chopped with baking soda, crews went _Beatnuts_
And caused a _Ruckus_, against the _Gang Starr_
Who tried to control _DMX_ Blvd.
It got back to _Junior Mafia_, who then got ill
And caused a drug trade to come to stand stills
See, in this industry, you can't have anarchy
Cause everyone wants their name on the _Biz Markee_
Yo, some are long gone, will the gunshots cease?
_Eazy E_, _2Pac_, and _Biggie Smalls_, rest in peace

Ravno Do Dna (Azra)

150 ruza i djelic tvog sna
Marsiralo je sinoc bez prestanka
Dao sam svoj najbolji grad
Padali su uz put
Oznojeni sampioni
Ugasenih pogleda
Dolazim ti kao fantom slobode i zato
Pokazi sto znas
Dolazim ti kao fantom slobode da te vodim
Ravno do dna

Lose prikrivena zelja, daleki cilj
Rutinsko svodjenje racuna za majmunska lica
Provincijski bar sa pjesmom na kraju
Rasturala je noc
Zaspao sam nad otvorenom knjigom
Okovana svijest u zlatnom izdanju

A kad zazelis da se vratis pogledaj
Omamljena samocom tvoja sjena
Na prozoru, u ogledalu, pred vratima
Vidio sam bijes tvrdih momaka......


This is a fast paced, dark sounding music version of Psalm 150. Sung by Cardinal Singers of Fond du Lac High School for their 2008 California tour.

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