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Ecouter Watatah - ♫ Mango Zumba ♫ Choreo Video


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Sweet Mary (Equalizer)


It was a year of eighteen hundred and seventy six in J8 when I first met my Mary quite contrary to what my mother did say.she was a mountain girl come to Spanish town, I was only there for a while. But when I think back on all the love we shared, I just can't but help to smile. We spent one whole long year together, and at the end, I had to go. By my Mary's side I wept and cried, I've never been laid so low. She said boy when you first met me, you were as green as a mango tree but now you are a man go back to your land but first listen carefully...

You can smoke two pounds of Cali herb by yourself and try to stand on your head. No matter how high you get you'll never forget the wonder of Mary's bed.

Now my Mary's sweet smell was in my nose and vision it robbed me blind. And as I crossed the sea it occurred to me that I had left myself behind. She was my natural mystic sweet sugar plum. I still ask why did I go. They say your first love is your hardest love and I'd have to say that's so. And it's a day in another day and a way in another way, had a family once but they're gone. And it don't strike me as weird that there's gray in my beard but the words still linger on...

You can smoke two pounds of Cali herb by yourself and try to stand on your head. No matter how high you get you'll never forget the wonder of Mary's bed.


Now there's nothing for me left here except some broken dreams, disappointments, I've had a few. There's this place I know where the mangos grow and there's just one thing left to do. I'll go back to my Mary's bed, plant a kiss on her head and pretend that time just stood still. Then I can live out my life like it should have been and the rest will be what it will.

So I went back to the bar where we first met, asked the bartender where could she be. And as he poured me a beer he said last year she left this world peacefully. And every man in the bar looked at me. He said old man don't you see, we were all touched by Mary just like you now she lives on in our memories. And we all can...

Smoke two pounds of Cali herb by ourselves and try to stand on our head. No matter how high we get we'll never forget the wonder of Mary's bed. And we can run 200 miles through a ganja field until all we see is red. And we can shout it out we're still thinking about the wonders of Mary's bed. And so we sing jumble around sweet Mary, you know we all have to move along you never know what you've got in this cruel world until you realize it's gone.

Cheeky Monkey (Artificial Joy Club)

I’ll give back your pogo stick
As soon as you return my wasted time
And then I’ll be fine
I’ll feel so much more nostalgic
As soon as all my cheques are countersigned
I’m sure I’ll be fine
Are you panicking or just groveling?
I want to empathize
So how does it feel
When the guilt bites into your veins?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your conscious burns in your brain
I gotta know
How does it feel?
Been there done that don’t like re-runs
If I do I’ll rent the video
And cancel your show
Does somebody need a big hug?
Call me up when I’m in Mexico
Spending your dough
Are you worrying or just sniveling?
I want to empathize
So how does it feel
When the guilt bites into your veins?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your conscious burns in your brain
I gotta know
How does it feel?
Are you shivering, are you anything?
I want to empathize
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel, cheeky monkey?
I gotta know
So how does it feel
When the knife is stuck in your back?
How does it feel
You cheeky, cheeky little monkey?
How does it feel
When your anger boomerangs you?
I gotta know
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
I gotta know

I Gotta Love (Jin Tha MC)

Kanye] Yo Jin! We good wit this one, yeah!

[Jin] Good looking Kanye
Ruff Ryder, Roc-A-Fella collabo!
You see, we're the next generation in this rap game
So it's only right we got down like this

[Kanye] Yep! uh oh!

[Chorus - Kanye West] (2x)
I got a love that's better than - you ever was
You've never been - no good for me
I guess I was - just way too hood for you to be with

[Verse - Jin]
Yo I was doing a show with Kanye in the West
Mid that is, so basically the Chi and M.I. is up in the mix
We in the game now, it makes perfect sense
The kid that 'Dropped Outta College', the other never went
We take turns doing our one, two's and yes yes y'alls
Look at shorty with my name, tatted on her breast y'all
Mr. West, what do you think is the best?
(Kanye: Take em backstage, get aquainted that's what I suggest dawg)
When it comes to spittin G, I'm one of the best y'all
She look goods, smell clean and she had fresh draws
Naw, that's too good to be
Usually them type of chicks ain't good for me, no!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Jin]
I got a - way with words, I use words in ways
I convince birds to come out they cage and play
Polly want a Gucci Parka, ma what did you say?
Polly might get a ** ain't no trickin today, hey
But anyway though, she got it on smash like mashed potatoes
High class with a**that'll smash on J. Lo
Lay low, got Play-Doh, stash the payroll
Ain't no - credit card, spendin cash on Rodeo
And me? I'm at the Slausson Swap Meet
Lookin for a pair of Air One's and white tee's
She want champagne, I got Sisco and Kool-Aid
Why go to the movies? let's watch the bootleg

[Chorus]

[Verse - Jin]
Girl I don't wear Prada, never met Gucci
Or wore Versake [Versace], y'all is too boughi
We all know Kanye is Mr. Louis Vuitton
But if I see a L and a V, I'd think that it's on
That's what my old chick used to clash with me
(Jin, why'd you get this fake Louis bag for me?)
Actually, you should be happy I purchased that
I take this as a sign, you don't want the matching hat
Huh, I'm too gutter, you more Parkay with yours
I'm more I can't believe it's not butter
What the - other - suckas do for love is a damn shame
I got a new significant other cause plans change

[Chorus]

[Outro - Jin] (girl)
(I got a love) it's over girl!
(You ever was) I thought me and you was it
(No good for me) But obviously, things ain't work out
(I got a love) And I know when you see this video
(You ever was) First thing you gon do is pick up that cell phone
(No good for me) Go to Jay, hah

The Wanker Song (One Week Parody) (Club Veg)

(To the tune "One Week" by the Bare** Ladies)

It's been, four weeks since you slept with me,
I was horny both turtlnecked and angry.
One month since you looked at me,
said, come to bed I'm ready
get over here and bang me.

Four weeks since you polished me, parked the pink cadillac and held the sausage hostage.
Too long since your pigskin bus drove
in to tuna town
and lost most of its luggage.

Blue balls I got a back log,
I gotta jack off,
burp the worm and spank the monkey.
I get flustered so I tussle with the love pump the make the slug jump there's a lack o
rump a pumpy.
I yank the doodle, drain the dragon,
I miss the shaggin',
so I sit and cuff the puppy.
Beat the bishop thad the rabbit,
choke the sheriff
or while he's waiting for the posse
Goin' pop the purple pimple
wax the weasel
pound the flounder
stroke the pope
and toss off a batch of orphans.
Gonna flick the stick
or slam the ham
jerk the gerkin
take a shake and break
and then mani**te the mango.

(chorus)
I can't help it I go white water wristing, all
I need's a night of indoor fishing.
I choke the chicken
and I don't know how to thank ya.
Is it any wonder now that I've become a wank-a. I have a tendency to bumpin' Mr. Cyclops,
I have a history of punishing the pope.

It's been four weeks since you've honed the bone so I tenderize my beef
I tussle with my muscle.
Long time since we drove it home,
gotta slap my happy sacks around and do the knuckle shuffle.
One month since our privates talked,
there was a time when we'd grind every night
and it was so fine.
Now I plant the seed and jack the bean stalk
and I dully try to shine
what's mine until I go blind.

Punch the munchkin....bark the shank

Pump the python....yank the crank

Check the dipstick....butter corn

Take a quick trip....around the horn

Shine the cobra....tame the hog

Chokin' Kojak....pet the dog

Ah!

fear of the future (Shitdisco)

Fear of the future
Fear of the future
Fear of the future
x 2

Sailing through a bridge unseen
Swimming in a stream unclean
?
Fearing future on video

Technocracy watch over me
Out of nurtures hold into natures hold
Conscience timing tracked by signs
Fear of future
Building
Building

Fear of the future
Fear of the future
Fear of the future
x 4

Fear of the future
Fear of the future
Fear of the future
x 4

Release (Pressure Part 2) (Seeed)

Release (pressure part 2)

Oh god release ! pressure and pain mek me freeze
Gimme some sunshine and peace
Just a little break please, from that deadful disease
Nowadays pressure increase

Oh god release - stress and pressure mek me freeze
Gimme some sunshine and peace -
An a good lovin please, take a rest smokin trees -
Away from dat wicked disease

Verse Enuff:

High fidelity rebellion ! gimme a 20 million dollar sound fi kill
An send dis tune on a mission
In the seeds we sow by singin dis tune
Is the cure an the healing, we treat bad feelings - ´cause:
You feel the pressure when you workin from 9 to 5
You feel the pressure, soppm must happen inna your life
Free your mind, " everybody a online",
cyaan take it no more
We got the music encore

Verse Eased:

We need a hit
Still hear the promoter say come on
Gimme a hit
We know that you´ve been working really hard
Never quit
Your stuff´s kinda wicked but it really
don't fit
As you know time is money so come on
better be quick

Don't forget we need time shoot a video
Come on and face it me scandal on a tv-show
Gimme a cheesy hook to push it on the radio
I´m in the biz, I´ve gotta know
Believe me, that´s the way it goes.

Bridge:

Wanna cut out and lie in the sun
Catch a brease and sip on mi rum
There´s no need to hide or to run
Cause all the fears and the worries are gone
Right a now man its time to move on
Wanna champion girl inna mi arm
She give me love and sweet devotion
dis bridge is don

Verse Ear:

I am satisfied
When i do what i like
I would not go for a fight
I try to turn up the light
Let me choose right
Show me your sight
Before i decide
What dream i ll ride
Which queen might
Be the one ya
To sweetn my night

To feed my hunger
We re more than friends
Mek love last longer
Than one night stands
Let love get stronger
Than laws and plans
I burn
O thunder you make me wonder
Under your spell gimme a chance

Rock Star (Non Phixion)

"And now it's time bring out the headliner for the evening..."
"Very Special... Please welcome to the stage..."

(Goretex)
Escape from New York, but I be on some Brooklyn bullshit
I pull clips as fast as I dose chicks with ope tits
Call me Necor, set the coke surviving the sticks
Got my name all in your mouth like your liable to brick
Click me on the tube, chain swinging down to my shoes
Light up the room, african boom, spark it and zoom
Disciple of rock, the type to range rifles and cops
I'm spiteful, fake's get left shaking like Michael J. Fox

(Ill Bill)
?? the age affected me through accupuncture
Gangster and hustler murderer and kidnap a suspect
Wrap her in ??, with Blood red to Crip blue
My shit's to colorful, running through with a hundred goons and maniacs
If a bitch like to suck dick, she a brainiac
Bust up in they mouth piece, see how they react, take it back
Like a instant replay, live in the PJ's, watching my Uncle freebase
Analyzing the angles on a fiend's face
I learn to love my trees lace, the way the PCP taste
The way it make me see things, old school dice spot bills and sheep skins
As I write, yes I'm rocking Iceberg jeans and Tims
Thinking where I'm going be in 2007
Either a house in the Hamptons or a house in Heaven
I be chillin on the beach in the South of Venice
Or merking the President live on Channel 7

[Chorus: DJ Premier scratches] - repeat 2X

"Coming through rocking"
"Wild like Rockstars who smash guitars" (Inspectah Deck)
"Non-Phixion"
"Unadulterated"
"Emcee's"

(Sabac Red)
I be Brooklyn till I die don't even question it twice
My crew's nice, late night at the corners we shooting dice
It's like, summertime in New York, jeans, shorts, tims, ??
Tanktops to roofies, groupies acting loosely
Who'll be, in a black drop, with his hat cocked, that can't block
Puff on the stove, get spit in snapshots
I'm trying to live, feed the kids, drive some whips, handle biz
Own a crib, do my shit, in the streets, that's how it is

(Ill Bill)
If I say Rockstar, I'm talking about rocking the mic
My shit's hot like the rock fiend dropping a pipe
These cats are idiots, with raps so pussy they catch period's
I'm serious, my life is like a drug experience
A ** movie with no plot and I'm the only guy in it
Like Vivid video's with Kobe Tai dime bitches
Ill Bill rap crusader, chilling in the black Navigator
Canarsie to Pennsylvania
"Wild..."
"Like..."
"Rock...Rockstars"
"Who...Who smash guitars"

Chorus 1x

(Goretex)
Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters out
Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Hookers and bricks, gutter cats, bitches and pimps
Cripples and Gimps, ex-cons, pushers and tricks
Street poet, speak the essence, what's realer than this
Up in the club smoked out coke, the feeling of Cris
You lighting the wrist, Richard Simmons fro with a pick
Taking my record label hostage if they stompin my shit

(Sabac Red)
I remember them cold nights and long lines for clubs
Now it's strictly V.I.P., free drinks and drugs
Pounds and hugs, getting back rubs, be them Underground thugs
Stay street but got new found love, take a Continental, driver rental
Travel the globe, Non Phixion to the end worldwide we rock shows
Explode from out the projects, Glenwood to Drysneck
Hold your drink up, and make a toast to how the gods get

[Chorus] - 2x

Nirvana (Elemeno P)

I like nirvana
it doesn't mean i'll shoot myself, shoot myself
Live with your momma. it doesn't mean you need her help
need her

Chorus:
I got my seven favourite records and I play them on my stereo
Did I ever mention you'd look wicked in my video
Situation vacant ever since I let you get away
Thank you for your crap addvice I didn't need it anyway

I like nirvana
it doesn't mean I'll shoot myself, shoot myself
I feel mistreated it doesn't mean I rate myself
hate myself

Chorus

Bridge: More(more)
Wonder what's in sore(store)
Heard it all before(fore)
stayed up once again till four. for you(you)
What you gonna choose(choose)
Either way you loose(loose)? Losing was the least of it told you(you)
The harder i pursure(you)
The less i seemed to find(find)
Poisoned by you lemon rind find me,wiser than before, on my video
You'd look wicked in my video
Woh oh ohoh oh

Chorus

Outro: i got my seven favourite records
I got my seven favourite records
I got my seven favourite records
and i play them on my stereo

The Final Days (Virgin Steele)

Nuclear waste, a can of mace
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Virtual living, video **
A voice keeps saying, "this is only a test" (only a test)
Online, out of time, TV crime
Hey, what's your sign
Thrash, trash Seattle fools
LA's out and New York rules!

This is a world gone crazy
This is a world gone mad
The end is drawing nearer
These are the FINAL DAYS!!! THE FINAL DAYS!!!

Prime time, teenage crime
Too many 12 year olds doing time
Drug dealers in the hall
Phony gangsters in the mall (I'm sick of it)
Aids, clones, cell phones
Can anyone tell me where is home!!! (where is it)
Prophets of doom, talk show goons
Did someone say, "he's coming soon"

This is a world gone crazy
This is a world gone mad
The end is drawing nearer
These are the FINAL DAYS!!!

Hollywood stars, cheap guitars
A headless body in a topless bar
Elephant bones, ice cream cones
Can't we all just get along, get along...
Dead rappers in the news
15 years olds with nothing to loose
Crowded jails, love for sale
Can't touch me, I'm out on bail...
(Don't ** with me) THE FINAL DAYS!!!

Shock jocks, channel blocks
If you don't like my face hey suck my cock
Blown up airlines in the sky
Can anybody tell us the reason why
Dream date, procreate
Why don't you ** **
Lap dancer, radical cancer
I wish I did but I don't have the answer!

This is a world gone crazy
This is a world gone mad
The end is drawing nearer
These are the FINAL DAYS!!!

Guasa Guasa (Tego Calderòn featuring Voltio)

Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(El que no le guste el caldo se les dan un pal de tazas!)
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
[Que tu no haz echo en to' tu vida lo que yo logre en 2 meses!]
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
(Pues ustedes son mas puercos que su propio jefe)
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
[El abayarde sacandote a patas de tu casa!]

Ni tu, ni tu mafia boba
Ni con rifles, ni pistolas
Brinca el charco pa' explotarte la mambriola
A ti y a to' al que te apoye, en tu bayoya
No to' lo que es negro es sala Soya
Flow de Camboya
Que te estan sacando ampollas
Quitate del frente que llego el que arrolla
Niche boricua, lirica criolla
Muerte al chota, muerte pal' que viola
Esto es pal' que envidia porque sueno en las consolas
Yo voy pal palo, tu sigue pa' afuera
Coge pon conmigo, no sueltes la soga
Pa' que salgan de la cola, y llora Pola'
Tal gente, roncando que matan gente
Hazme frente, pero si tuvieras mente
Pensarías,
Por lo menos que vas a tragar son dientes
Mete sano, sé inteligente
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Guasa, guasa
Tu eres guasa, guasa
Envuelve masa
Quien prevalece
Le di lo que se merecen
Tu no haz echo en toda tu vida
Lo que yo logre en 2 meses
Y mi flow te queda grande
Que clase de enfangue
Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre
Estan soñando conmigo
Mamando conmigo
Copiando mi estilo
Reciclando todo lo que yo digo
No tengo tiempo pa' perder con malangostas
Que a la hora de la verdad, salen hasta chotas
Se les nota
En la envoltura, por la costura
Que cualquier cosa que pase
Llaman a la jefatura
Procura
Que no haya una futura
Otra falfulla y les exploto la soldadura
Pa' gritarles "chotas" desde la patrulla
En Barruya hay pulla
Antes de que el negrito se cabulla
Metele mollero que llego cocotero
Tamborilero
Mas caballote que Romero
Hablando claro
Esto es pa' Lito y el Pola'
A cada abusador les llega su Calderon'a
Ahora aguanta, la cosa se tranca
Ya te lo dije
Aguanta que llego grampa'

(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Soplapotes!)
(Aguanta!)

Estos puercos me preguntan
Que porque les estoy tirando
Fueron a la emisora del Coyote boconiando
Cuando llamo a ese ******
El tipo sale amenazando
Que me va a tirar
Que me va a explotar
Usted me va a matar
Las ganas de chingar
Loco aqui tu estas bregando con el anormal
Yo voy a to'as con mi lirica y con mi metal
Es que tu sabes que los Pina's no pueden inventar
Tu le metes bien, no te lo voy a negar
Pero tu escuchas mis canciones pa' despues grabar
Por la culpa de ese chota estan luciendo mal
So' fanfarrón, creí que hibamos a cocotiar
Pues los hombres de avertura
Amistades conservan
No se envuelva hablando mierda
Cuando fuman un poco de yerba
Despues...
Buscan a otro que el problema les resuelva
El león ya no es tan bravo
Como lo pinta la selva
Hablen mal, de seguro
Si son unos cobardes
Que Dios los guarde
De Voltio y el abayarde
No quieres problemas, entonces salte
Lo mio es con Lito, pa'
Son 20 pesos aparte
En tu compañía to'itos maman
Y en mi compañía to'itos jalan
En tu compañía to'itos maman
(¿Que paso, consul?)
Y en mi compañía to'itos jalan
(¿Que paso?)
Pina Records to'a su vida le a robao' a sus artistas
Chezina esta clavao' pero es un masoquista
Hay uno por ahí que esta guillao' de electricista
Y el otro canta mucho pero no con una pista (Chota...)
Parece que le gusta que le rompan el fundillo
Es que no se han dado de cuenta que Pina es un pillo
Salen en los videos y que jalando gatillo
Y recojen bofetas de Carolina a Trujillo

Yo!
Estan pelao'!
Estan opacao'!
No tienen brillo!
Papi, se te fueron todos los artistas!
Seguro, ******, si no pagas!
Que carajo!
Si yo me fui...
Me voy a quedar?
[color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color][color=red]*[/color] me dicen...
Salvaje!
Con los santos no se juega...
Con los santos no se juega...

Hey, hey!
En el mismo flow y en el mismo song!
Jodio lambón, ******!
Los tengo mamando en el microphone!
Gangsters de cartón!
Alicate, alicatón!
Apadriname este montón!
Jajaja!
Oye esta pendejá tambien!
Así que piensas antes de hablar, mamao'!
Y dile a tu jefe...
Que se arrodille pa' que mame tambien!
Que aqui va lo de el!
Y a todos los que te acompañan!
Ustedes to's son marañas!

Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre...
(Que Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el abayarde!)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, la cosa se tranca...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...
Desde "El Aballarde", no les da ni hambre...
(Que Dios los guarde, de Voltio y el abayarde!)
Papi, la cosa se tranca, la cosa se tranca...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...
Que a la hora de la verdad salen hasta chotas...
(Ustedes son mas puercos que su propío jefe!)
Que a la hora de la verdad salen hasta chotas...
(Ustedes son mas puercos que su propío jefe!)
Hablando claro...
Esto es pal' Lito y el Pola'....
A cada abusador les llega su Calderon'a...
Ahora aguanta, papi, la cosa se tranca...
Ya te lo dije...
Aguanta que llego grampa'...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...
Yo creí que tu sabías de mí...

(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Aguanta, aguanta!)
(Soplapotes, aguanta!)


Video


ITUNES: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/mango-zumba-single/id576917230 Choreography / Performance Vid to my song ♫Mango Zumba♫ with my accomplices OMAR REY...




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