Joga bola joga bola jogador
Joga bola quero jogar bola jogador
**, **, cai, levanta, sobe e desce
Corre, chuta, abre espaco, vibra e agradece
Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia
Nessa tarde bonita pra te ver jogar
Joga bola jogador
Joga bola corocondo
Favela Pelada Favela Pelada
Futebol Futebol Futebol Futebol...
*Eis ai a historia de Umbabarauma
Um ponta de lanca Africano
Um ponta de lanca decidido
Umbabarauma*
--------------------------------------------
Umbabarauma goal man
Umbabarauma goal man
Play ball play ball ball player
Play ball I want to play ball ball player
Jump, jump, fall, get up, go up and get down
Run, kick, find a hole, thrill and give thanks
See how the whole city empties out
On this beautiful afternoon to watch you play
Play ball ball player
Play ball corocondo
Slum Street Soccer Slum Street Soccer
Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer...
*This is the story of Umbabarauma
An African point man
A point man whose mind is made up
Umbabarauma*
Lyrics: Jorge Ben
Vocals: Max. C. / Los Hooligans
Guitarz: Max C.
Guitarz: Jackson B.
Bazz: Marcello D.
Drumz: Roy M.
Tambores: Jorge Du Peixe / Gilmar Bolla Oito
Percussion: Eric Bobo
Backing vocals: Los Hooligans (Lucio, Roy, Marcello, Benji, Bobo, Ross, Chuck, Rob, Mario, Paul Booth,
Gilmar, Jorge & Max)
Evening Prayer (My Ruin)
THE WAGES OF SIN
HOLD MY HEART HOSTAGE
MY MOUTH IS STILL CRUEL
MY SKIN IS IN BONDAGE
MY BODY IS SCARRED
FROM LYRICS I'VE CARVED
BRUISES I'VE HEALED
LIPS THAT I'VE STARVED
WOUNDS I'VE REPLACED
WITH LOVE AND WITH HATE
THE TRUTH SET ME FREE
BUT MY FAITH WAS RAPED
I'VE BROKEN MY SILENCE
LIED TO MYSELF
SPOKEN IN VIOLENCE
BEEN SOMEONE ELSE
SCREAMED AT MY DEMONS
PRAYED TO MY GOD
BEGGED FOR FORGIVENESS
MY HANDS ARE STILL HOT
Axe (Kult)
Za oknem, za oknem ucieka wies
Dach domu czyjegos
Za oknem, za oknem ucieka wies
Dach domu czyjegos
Dnia potezna moc wypiera noc
Dnia potezna moc wypiera noc
A spiacy czytaja gazety obok mnie
A to nie powtorzy sie
Spiacy czytaja gazety obok mnie
A to nie powtorzy sie
Ty wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
A muzyka, muzyka, muzyka gra, a dzien ucieka
A muzyka, muzyka, muzyka gra, a dzien ucieka
Zrosniety z fotelem ktos marnuje sie sam
Zrosniety z fotelem ktos marnuje sie sam
Zrosniety z fotelem ktos marnuje sie sam
A ty wiesz, ty wiesz, ty wiesz, ty wiesz
Ty wiesz, ty wiesz, ty wiesz, ty wiesz
Ty wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Piasek, piasek, piasek na plazy jest na mojej twarzy
To piasek, piasek, piasek na plazy jest na mojej twarzy
A to szum wody slonej, ja siedze tu pochylony
Szum wody slonej, siedze tu pochylony
I czuje ciebie gdzies tu obok mnie
Czuje ciebie gdzies tu obok mnie
Czuje ciebie gdzies tu obok mnie
Czuje ciebie, a ty wiesz ze
Ty wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Wiesz, czasem czuje jakbym myslal przez ciebie
Cudownie (Hey)
W samotni mej figi spadają z drzew
Pęka na nich skóra czerwona
Piję ich sok, słodki jak miąższ
Pora jest popołudniowa
Nie boję się, ochraniają mnie
Trzy oddane karły
Kochają mnie bo szyję im
Szyję małe kubraczki
Jeśli znów podniesiesz głos - odejdę tam
Ty pogubisz kości żyjąc sam
Jeśli znów podniesiesz głos - odbiorę go
Jestem wróżką, wiele zaklęć znam
F.F.F. (Flesh For Fantasy) (Megaherz)
Ich bin schon wieder hungrig wie ein wildes Tier
Ich folge deiner Fährte
Ich bin hinter dir her
Ich bin nach dir verrückt
bin vor Liebe blind
Du machst mich schwach
Schenk mir dein Herz mein Kind
Dein Duft verrät dich meilenweit
Ich hör dich atmen
dass mir zeigt
Ich will mit dir durchs Feuer gehen
in deinen Armen auferstehn
Lust auf Lust und Haut auf Haut
Tief ganz tief und laut ganz laut
Du bist das Fleisch
Fleisch meiner Fantasie
Gib mir dein Fleisch
Fleisch
deine Energie
Ich hab schon wieder Hunger
werd schon wieder wild
Du bist das Fleisch das mein Verlangen stillt
Halb verdurstet ausgelaugt
Ich leck den Schweiß von deiner heißen Haut
Dein Körper glüht
Die Luft verbrennt
wenn deine Lust mein Herz zersprengt
Dein Fleisch so stark
Mein Geist so schwach
Ich küss die Königin der Nacht
Lust auf Lust und Haut auf Haut
Heiß ganz heiß und laut ganz laut
Du bist das Fleisch
Fleisch meiner Fantasie
Gib mir dein Fleisch
Fleisch
deine Energie
Ich will dein Fleisch
Fleisch
deine Fantasie
Du bist mein Fleisch
Fleisch
meine Energie
Du liegst in meinen Armen
Schönes Kind schlaf ein
Wir sterben für die Liebe
doch ich leb für dein
Fleisch
Original lyrics by Billy Idol/Steve Stephens
Last Letter Read (Never Heard Of It)
I erased your name
Pictures all thrown away
Its easier this way
Things were good
I never should have been so scared
To be so happy
Never thought i could i would have never
thought i'd feel this way
Are you my friend
To me ive lost my friend
I could have said some things that isnt fair
Your the text inside my book
That isnt there anymore
Are you my friend
I listened to
That Cd read those letters one last time
Remember when we'd drive to san diego
We would laugh id hold ur hand
And you would stay those nights
Did u ever think i would say
Are you my friend
To me ive lost my friend
I could have said some things that ill regret
All the lyrics on the blank cd
Youll get from me
Are you my friend
I called you yesterday
I called you like a month ago to say im sorry
The times i talked to you before the time
It never was you
Are you my friend
To me ive lost my friend
I could have said some things that wasnt fair
Your the text inside my book
That isnt there anymore
Are you my friend
To me ive lost my friend
I could have said something that ill regret
All the lyrics on the blank cd
Youll get from me
To you my friend
Pod Niebem (Raz Dwa Trzy)
Pod niebem pelym cudow
nieruchomieje z nudow
wlasnie pod takim niebem
wciaz nie wiem czego nie wiem
swiatlo z kolejnym switem
ciagle nazywam zyciem
ktore spokojnie toczy
swa nieuchronnosc nocy
ten blekit snow i pragnien
niejeden z nas odnajdzie
a niechby zaszedl za daleko
pewnie zostanie tam
pewnie zostanie sam
pod cudnym niebem jeszcze
kazdy choc jedno miejsce
byc moze ma i chwile
gdy godnie ja przezyje
bo nieba co w marzeniach
spelnia sie albo zmienia
sklonni jestesmy szukac
do bram jego ciezkich pukac
spojrz gwiazdy matowieja
i niczym sie nie mienia
zwyklismy je zaklinac
i szczescie swoje mijac
bo w niebie z ktorego dotad
nie wrocil nikt bo po co
wieczna saczy sie struga
przyjemnej wiary w cuda
This Is For My Niggaz (2Pac)
[2Pac]
Holla my name nigga you plottin' and scream,
must be a thug with a heart to be apart of my team...
it seems you got a problem, we ain't lettin' no women and no feminene inside,
just spend the night, time to give 'em a try...
[Storm]
Finally made it, now focus who the dopest,
is it the brothers or the sistas...
I agree that it's a mans world,
but why my niggas dis us,
I ain't tryin' to hear it,
witness my thug spirit (they keep on screamin' bithes)
cause niggas love to hear it...
call them my dogs cause they rowdy then a mutha**a,
I love you niggas like brothas, but don't ** with this...
[2Pac]
But hey now, look at what we got,
Miss really Bad**runnin' round packin' double glocks...
so all you niggas be warn,
from the dust til the dawn,
we might trip,
but I dare you bitch to ** around with Storm...
we Outlawz, I said it, addmit it,
and when you see me live on T.V it's strictly represented,
let me hear you scream...
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Now when I say Pig, you say B-I-G,
when I say Bad Boy Killa, then you say me...
when I say Puffy is a punk, you scream word on my life,
I wrote this shit while **in' Bigs wife...
[Storm]
Now I been told that Lil' Kim think she hot (she not),
better get that attitude adjusted before I mash ya spot... (Plus now the Brat's trippin')
must want a**whoopin'...
we be the first ones to ** with you and Bad Boy w** bitch...
[2Pac]
Bustas who broken, and give my shots to Queens,
cause I'm lookin' for lyrics yall, that bitch**feen...
I beg Scream like last year,
best don't come to California, we don't want yo busta**here...
[Storm]
We Outlaw Ridahs, thugs til we die,
sistas gettin' they groove on...
[2Pac]
Call me a mutha**in' trouble maker,
send me to jail, but watch me bust on L.L...
now let me here you scream...
[Chours]
[2Pac] talking
Ha ha ha.. Played yo ass, didn't we?...
We up out of here.. Tupac and Storm..
Outlaw Immortalz.. Death Row.. West Side..
Thug Life.. Bad Boy Killa...
The Music In The Woods (Joe Grant)
The workshop has been quiet now for nigh-on eighty years
It's been that long since loving hands brought music forth from wood in here
Golden-red and caked with rosin dust stands his life's work on the shelf
Old Sam who always heard, "You should be building something else!"
A carriage-maker was his trade and he could do it fairly well
But whether it was timely done happened as his moods they rose and fell
He'd stop with half the wheeling done and to his finer tools he'd turn
To cut and shape and coax the wood to sing the song he heard
Chorus
Put your hands to the wood
Touch the music put there by the summer sun and wind
The rhythms of the rain, locked within the rings
And let your fingers find The Music in the Wood
With the shop knee-deep in shavings and a carriage scarce begun
His wife would find old Sam at work on a fiddle that was nearly done
"Oh, Sam!", she cried, "Will I have to pay the mortgage by myself?
We don't need one more violin, you should be building something else!"
So he'd turn back to his trade once more
Until his kids came home
And asked him to go walking and to the forest they would go
"When you know each tree and flower," said Sam
"And the song of every bird, I'll build you each a fiddle
And we'll bring music from the wood"
Chorus
Old Sam was no provider; his few carriages are gone
But the fiddles made for naught but love
Preserve the wood and still sing its song
And while some men heard the call to gain a carriage-builder's wealth
Another voice told Sam, "You should be building something else!"
Chorus
Freestyle (Chuck Charles)
I am a figure of your imagination
My momma always said GO GET AN EDUCATION
You know something she was right
Should've kept my**outta the spotlight
Step back mutha**a into the darkness
Cut your insides out, leave ya heartless
Chuck is my name and I'm 1% epileptic
When seizure time comes, I can't resist it
Chainsaws,knives,machetes,and gun
Need a murder weapon?I got tons
I'll give you a weapon for any amount
Need one for revenge, I'll give you a discount
Step back into suicide,just think about it
Suicide is dumb,ain't gonna solve shit
Know when to listen know when to learn
I already gave it up,now it's your **en turn
Dead visions of something gone wrong
I'll give you 5 bucks to drink the blood in that bong
You dummies thinkin I'm lying eh?
Well your bitch**is wrong okay?
Step back into reality and realize
You want hot dogs well I want fries
Canada kicks ass, Iraq doesn't
U.S. is on the list between 3 and 1 dozen
Wait a minute are you gonna step back
You say DAMN, SHIT, and THAT IS W**
**ed up dreams including a **ed up life
Bla-Bla-Bla your life is kife
Step up bitch who's next in line
I'ma beat yo**so bad, it'll look like a crime
I'm just a white boy in need of attention
** you Saddam, you're in need of a pension
In high school,you ballers wanted me to freestyle
You guys wouldn't quit,you bugged me for a while
Until I just gave up and spat a rhyme or two
You were all up in my face,so I just dissed you
Oh whatcha gonna do,ya gonna beat my ass
** you guys,I'ma let this shit surpass
Ya gonna mess wit me,step to my crew
Be like Eminem,flip the bird,and say ** YOU
Lyrics are generic,yours written by some guy
He writes them just so he can get by
I give people a reason to understand my words
If you don't like them,well here's two birds
Now if you ain't listenin,that's your fault
I hope you get your**kicked by an adult
I'm swearing too much,maybe I should stop
I don't think so,you can smoke a pot crop
Crackheads,sluts,hoes,and bitches
I see bums ending up in ditches
Knock off products,more money you spend
Do you really want to spend cash on shit,all depends
Freestyle lyrics is what this is about
Don't like,go ahead and pout
You **in Eminem wannabe,**er
Know who has more charisma than you...Chris Tucker
The name's Chuck C., so happy to meet ya
Ah not really,I'm just lookin to beat ya
You mutha**a don't run away I'll kill you
I'll do the same **in thing your dad did to you
Who cares anymore, I don't really wanna
Argue with you anymore,I don't wanna hear it
Ah ** it,it's my freestyle lyrics(I'm out)
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