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Ecouter Baila Grachi English Version Lyrics


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Rex Irae (Requiem: Overture - Fourth Version) (Celtic Frost)

[INTRODUCTION: Rex Irae ...]
[DREAM ENCOUNTER:(King Wrath)(Dream Voice)]

You ...... have joined your father's feast
Those who saw: Essence or fall
Floods of dramatic silence
And words, from whom we don't know

[OVERTURE/KING WRATH:]

Let me dream ...
Flee from false ...
I have tasted the weight of lust
My hands on the skein of height
... A pallid death
Mirage into dark
The horizons echo your glance
Following a detractive sleep
I am the wrath beneath the heavens
The downfall's monologue
Fallen into the vision of effect
Quiet as gods can be
(Joining the king's words)Orgies of fear
lnbreeding and death
I have walked Carthagia's sands
l've touched those buried walls
I am the ...
All mortal is love?
Remembrance has won
Breathing glorified innonce
Quiescence has died therefore
I am the ...

[REMEMBRANCE I:]

We stood before the portals of Babylon
And saw it's petrified fall
... Have seen your decline's symbols
But carried another life
We tasted the wine of Persepolis,
As mute as our era's breath
Death was never a fragment of
Exalting fantasy ...

[REMEMBRANCE III (?):]

This last region - Last of fire
Orgasmic cries - Tears and words
Wrath and strenght - Oh, gods! For you!
Before the throne ... - Death

[OVERTURE: FINALE:]

Fright and praise
A faded light
Intimate rests my book
Unwritten what seems true
I am the ...
Art of might!
You remaining king
Take your predesessor's hand
You son of my Jade gift ...
I am the ...

Bandbaja Mix (Entity Paradigm)


watch out (kya)
lyrics on the floor
on your marks, get set, go
i'm a white boy
comin straight from the 'L' town
keepin it real i'm a spawn of the underground
i'm the one you hate
i'm the one you fear
i'm the voice that whispers inside your ear
cut you open deep inside
when you know what i speak
everything is right

i got the gift i got the game
when i grab the mic i drive ppl insane
left to right from side to side
i'll take you to a point
where i take away your pride
move you groove you
and every time i muse
when i get done
you say i abuse you
i ain't bad
i'm just tryina be cruel
pure evil made to rule

meri aankhon mein daikh zara
aur phir mujhe tu yeh batha
hum donon mein hai wo kya
aa humein aazmaa
aa chuukay dikha
aa aaaaa aaaaaa aaaaaa

Part 3 (Sixtoo)

impressive scientifics, the specifics are vague now.
i can taste the sodium in the air from the smoke.
i resisted the choke that arose from my throat,
as soon as i realized my opponent was neutralized to particles.
with viscosity unheard of, curiousity arose, impossible,
from the lowest crevice in the hospital.
the sick sound emerged, the building submerged,
and then the soul of my nemesis surrounded the premesis.
a dimensional porthole then appeared in my vision.
the bio-genesis allowed for the change in my position.
life energy transferred from the lyrical telekinetic.
the father of my genesis retiring, through the unaspiring devices,
and suddenly my mind filled with crisis.
the kinfolk yelled, my warfare unbridled.
bloodshed through cancerous spirit communications.
infectious extra-sensory perception from the molten rock,
layers, out into the regions of outerspace.
the tele-cancer spread at an infinite rate.
permeating every rock and both molecule alike.
faster than the speed of life. eating up all the carbon,
self-perpetuating anti-astrophysics exceeding dopler effect.
spherical in motion, miracles in self-propulsion,
larger waves of destruction, then tidal rifts in the ocean,
no sound, only blinding light.
you feel the particles scatter,
and then the whole universe disappeared into anti-matter.
it's part 3.

Selva (La Portuaria)

Selva,
ruido de animales salvajes.
Jungla.
Baila, baila.
Baila hasta salir de tu cuerpo.
Danza, danza.
Somos animales en celo.

Voy buscando un oasis
donde nadar,
si tu cuerpo se enfría
buscas calor.
Va bailando mi corazón
siento risa, siento temor
hay un mundo distinto
selva y dolor...

Selva, selva.
Jungla, ruido de animales salvajes.
Ruge tantor
ru ge tantor, Terán, tantor de acero.
Danza, danza.
Somos animales en celo.

Voy buscando un oasis
donde nadar.
Si tu cuerpo se calla
busca parar...

Voy buscando un oasis
donde nadar.
Si tu cuerpo se calla
vas a parar...

Fat And Skinny Asses (Piebald)


We're calling all allies down
Because we're so sick of waiting around
Watching you simply destroy yourself,
Cosmetics and all

Trying to not find your plans,
Like combing the beach with more sand
I'm light of foot and you're light of heart
So watch where you step and I'll watch where I stab

The end of our rope is a couch
And it's hanging us ever so slightly
Tilt your head so we don't have to
Move a muscle at all

Sitting ourselves to a death,
Not painful or quick in the least
Do we have plans at all?
This long weekend was too much for me

Too long and difficult to swallow down
What have I got to say for myself?
Well, I really got that dishwasher good
Long day, longer than most I am sure

Heat wave, hotter than most I am sure
The fan is on, but I am not feeling so cool
Next to you, I still am not feeling so cool
Yeah, well, I can't stand that look on your face
Because I know you put it there

Fun is how you make it,
Not where you make it, so take it
Why don't you get your running start,
It fears you just like I do
I know you're tired,
I know, but what if this was the last day on earth?

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Note:
This album is complete.
On a personal note. ;) It sure did make me think how much I'd enjoy making reviews of lyrics and titles. *vbg*
you hafta admit the titles in this one have a way of making you grin. *hugs* Tish

Your Body (Pretty Ricky)

PRETTY RICKY LYRICS

"Your Body"

Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir
Yes sir

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

[Baby Blue]
I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue the sticker
They take me and **me and make me they victim
I lick em and freak 'em if they married I see ya
If they look like wifey material, then I keep 'em
Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who
Beautiful, but she gotta have booty too
Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do
You can feel on it if you really want to
Get a taste of the salami
knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami
bust in you like atomi-ee
I'mma ahead of my class gettin' head in the jag
look in the duffle bag see benjamin heads on the cash

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

Top down blue star tag
Ol' master bear skin rugs in the jag
Spectac with the bad chick in the back
tryin ta beat it up like an Everlast punching bag
hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven
your baby mama go on missions to get this lovin
we kissin and huggin she never pick her phone up
You be lookin for her while we doin the grown up
she complain when she catch back spasms,
but she love when she get the back to back orgasms
yes sir, the game is automatic, give it to 'em one time
They come back like addicts.

[Chorus]
I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

[Slick 'Em]
Well let me step up in this thang
Right lookin smellin good
lookin good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool
That's all we got!
let me drop my top pull up in the parking lot
grab a g**soda bag of chips
that's all I got
park outside minglin wit' my homeboys
faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy
plus the candy lookin good enough to eat
you can tell by the way the girls actin cross the street
but on the other hand
Alfalfa Just hit me on my metro
say a party in the park hard baby let's go
the balla tick no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag
smooth like Shaq come her girl!

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin for a cutiepie (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Then dammit, I'll beat it up (yes sir)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)
My body, your body (it's burnin' up)

I Don't Know (Hey)

I don't know many things
Physics math chemistry
I don't know many tricks
How to kill and not to speak
I don't know
If I could even find my way home
I don't care for attitudes all
I know happiness ain't here
I will soon bear tou my soul
My life's out
Of my mind control
Now it's time to say all
I don't want you anymore

Life is no stranger to you
And I maybe it's good
For your sense of suprise
Take it like a gift
And try to break down
maybe these are windows into our lives

I don't know many things
Phisics math chemistry
I don't know many tricks
How to love without pain

Life is no stranger...

Normal (Sonica)

Estoy, lejos de mi
hogar busco en un
bar, saciar la
ansiedad, de verdad

Qué más puedo
esperar, la Soledad
es mi libertad

Como una flor
** la noche
me estimula
y sigue pareciendome, normal
muy normal

Mi voz, suena lejana,
en la niebla baila mi
sombra

Como una flor...

Comno una Flor
** bajo la
inmensa luna y sigue
paraeciendome normal, normal
muy normal

Crazy Drunken Style (Masta Ace)

[ Lord Digga ]
Good good mornin, this is a warnin
You slept on me last night, so stop the **in yawnin
You shouldn'ta dialed 540-WAKE
You made a mistake, now your funeral's gonna take place
I'm not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
And I just might ** your wife, cause I'm livin trife
I gives a ** about a punk pussy rapper
Cause I break the dawn in the p.m. to the day after
You little punk bastards, the Digga's comin after
Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
Say your prayers like a christian
Or your punk**will be missin
Like Jimmy Hoffa, it's the drunken hip-hopper
Comin to kick your**proper to a slow beat or some opra
But check me on the next verse, cause I'm out like Cindy Lauper

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Masta Ace ]
I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
It's the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I try to eat right, so don't even talk of swine
Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
The mathmatical abstraction, I'm waxin
Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
Ring goes the ???, ding-ding goes the bell
It's the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
Knock the red out your socks, now it don't match your necks
It's the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck's

Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)

We got the lyrical - hangover
Check it out
If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)

(Drunk on Friday night)

Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(I'm drunk, so what?)
I got the crazy drunken style
Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
(Give the man a taste, and he's gone)

[ Lord Digga ]
When I'm brainstormin I do more than just rain
Cause I'ma get you and throw your mama from the train
I'm kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
Doin shit you never thought of
So don't cross the Digga, cause I'm a nigga over drunk waters
So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC's like gizzards
And beat that**when you're off to see the wizard
Oh is it, that bad mutha**a? Word to scouts honor
The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinead O'Connor
So I wanna be startin some with mutha**as that'll front when
They really know they really don't want nothin
Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
Agressive like a grizzly, so ** a care bear
Rapunzel, suck my dick... and cut the weave out your hair

Absolute (Thousand Foot Krutch)

I've tried, to hide
But I can't sleep at night
Everything I think about
Makes me feel like a version of myself

They tell, their lies
And we all synchronize
Look to, the sky
Because it's almost over

We want, the truth
Give us the absolute
We need, your help
Cause we've got nothing

We want, the truth
Give us the absolute
We need, your help
Cause we've got nothing left to lose
I know, we've tried
This thing a million times
But put me out
Cause I'm on fire

Don't talk, if you
Are going to tell me the truth
Don't tell me you know
You've got everything under control

We can't have it all
But we can break the fall
This time I'm letting go
Cause I can't take it anymore

We want, the truth
Give us the absolute
We need, your help
Cause we've got nothing

We want, the truth
Give us the absolute
We need, your help
Cause we've got nothing left to lose

I know, we've tried
This thing a million times
But put me out
Cause I'm on fire


Video


My very first lyric video. I'm sorry I'm an amateur. Lyrics from Grachi Asia on Facebook (I edited it, though) Feel free to comment/like :) All credits go to...




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