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R.a. The Rugged Man – Life Of The Party Lyrics

[Intro:]
Yeah baby it’s Phil Cassess we’re back live on night-talk talking about dirt -bag derelict R.A The Rugged Man, for the love of god somebody put a stop to this guy

[Chorus:]
Fast cats, filthy nights
The grimy, grungy ways
No jobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
All good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’

[Verse 1: R.A]
I was born to be the best to flow ever
I knew it before I hit puberty back when I was bumpin’ Go Stetsa
I was hateful, I’d punch you in the face for sayin’ hi to me
But today I try to chill out and not react so violently
People ask is it possible to be positive when most your life you was the opposite could a negative pessimist be an optimist
Known for being fat, being crazy and always cursin’
It was just my reputation I was even worse in person
Robbin’ Schemin’ and scammin’ rootin’ and tootin’ and shootin’
Peace to me was an illusion beefin’ was my only solution
I was banned from performing at mad places
I was known for leavin’ them bleedin’ and breaking bottles on fans’ faces
Self-depracatin’ unsavory I needed medication majorly
I was sinkin’ in morale degradation and depravity
Addicted to hookers I was an animal wreckin’ shit
The amount of p*ssy I paid for I could have probably fixed the national deficit
I was fist fightin’ fans in moshpits
Busy beating people unconscious with speakers instead of makin’ pop hits
My life

[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’

[Verse 2: R.A]
Yo
I make game changin’ recordings never took precautions
I lost all of my endorsements always beefin’ with law enforcement
Gun totin’ grenade holdin’ fights that I’m in I’m winnin’ them but I’m
Getting older I’m tryin’ to keep the ignorance to the minimum
I still smack up any fan that act up but i don’t put them in a hospital I just get em to behave and back up
I used to urinate on women now I take ’em to dinners

Don’t mean to disappoint most of my degenerate listeners
Used to be in whore houses beggin’ for free bees
Bumpin’ the beasties in my tighty whitey BVD’s
Throwin’ feces Fans are like “What did Rugged man go soft?”
What they got him pumped up on Prozac or Zoloft?
Yeah, I’m mad negative you want positivity now I’m doing conscious records with Talib Kweli
My belly full of hunger my heart full of hatred it was hard to take it I could barely make it hard to escape it
I had to get my head off of that hate shit
Always wanted to go ape shit and break shit gettin’ groupies and strippers naked that’s the life I created, the party

[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Hands up

[Verse 3: R.A]
I used to curse god but now I rather say a prayer to him
My life was a modern Sodom Gomorrah livin’ in ruin
Our hearts was ice cold never thought that we would open ours
Rollin’ with coked up stock brokers with broken cigars
Rollin’ in stolen cars we was hip hops brokest stars
Road rage, break your windshield with bats and crowbars
We had specially built treadmills for training the pitbulls
I have 13 knives and four pistols quick to hit fools
Now I shake hands sign autographs I’m friendly
I used to hate fans everyone to me was my enemy
Now when I’m out with some fine females I might head to a fancy french restaurant sip wine and eat snails
Used to smack chicks in the face with my dick and make the whore spread
Now I tuck my girl into bed and kiss her on the forehead
I’m a chill dude now at least I try to be
I calmed down, but don’t try me that ignorant kid he’s still livin’ inside of me
The party

[Chorus:]
Fast cash, filthy nights
The grimey grungy ways
Blowjobs and startin’ fights, them dirty crusty days
It’s all good in paradise
Woo woo woo woo
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Over and over the party stay jumpin’
Hands up

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Wolfheart – The Hammer Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Last one against a legion
Brigade of death marches ahead
Reload and aim higher
Dig deeper into your tomb
Underneath the cannon fire

[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence

[Verse 2]
Frozen soil where the blood of your brothers
Runs cold
Runs red on the ground

[Bridge]
Never surrender

Never retreat
The last defender
The hammer of the north
Never surrender
Never retreat
The last defender
The hammer of the north

[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
In the eye of the storm
Dead silence
Rise of the final dawn
Dawn of the violence

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So Long Forgotten – Harlot Lyrics

[Intro (Continued from Pilgrim)]
Is for the birds

[Verse 1]
If for all I care you could be an angel
Lying upon a flower
I’d still reach the mighty heavens
To desecrate your wings

[Chorus]
I hold this gift far enough from your past
To keep your begging hands
See I know the formula
For getting what I want

[Verse 2]
But it’s all the same
And it’s where I belong
And I, I made quite a mess of things
But if it’s innocent

Than it’s where I belong
Well I surely, made a mess of it
But it’s all the same
And it’s it right where I belong
Oh we made quite a mess of things

[Bridge]
And I’m everything you want
All you held out for
Is this what it was
All you held out for
Oh harlot, pure of heart
Pure of heart, well is this passion compassion
Press on, press on, press on
We, we will press on

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Tommy Torres – Interludio Jibaro Lyrics

[Verso]
Lelolelay, lelolay, lelolelo
No se puede recojer lo que se ha llevado el viento
No es posible retomar lo que ha borrado el tiempo
Hay errores en la vida que se pagan con desprecio

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King Gordy – F.k. Lyrics (feat. The Fat Killahz)

[Verse 1: Fatt Father]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level (In a whole ‘nother world)
In a whole ‘nother city (With a whole ‘nother girl)
Spittin’ image of Biggie with no ditty
The D ain’t pretty you flatline for pennies (For real)
At 14 I weighed above 50
With a passion for microphones and big titties
Go, ride your bike alone, screw Timmy (I’m with that)
Eat a stake if you like this song, who with me? (I am)
Crew shifty, been known to do semis (Huh-uh)
Act shimmy, we quick to say gimme (Gimme that)
Gimme your burger (Huh-uh), gimme your purse (Yeah)
Mad disperse, ’till your family holler “Get me a hearse!”
Fat Killahz is the name on the shirt (See), ’till I lay in the dirt (Huh-uh)
I’ma have it my way for certain, I’m big with a worthy purpose
A fat revolutionist, everybody get down!

[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.!

[Verse 2: Marv Won]
Yo, it’s Young Wheeze, I’m the block commando
We can’t be touched, too hot to handle
I’m a Pitbull, a Cocker Spaniel
Come equipped with lots of ammo
The fifth will slam you with the blitz and Rambo
I’m the Fat Killah that hard headed
It is the law, Marv said it
Cocky nigga with a bra fetish (What up)
I want domestic and the bra tethered
Bring your squadron, they can all get it
See it’s a lot of guys leaving at nights (Nights)
But I’m just not believing in height (Uh-uh)
See I know they man’s gassing ’em so I believe that they might
Get Hepatitis C and fight, that’s a bad move
I’ve been in this shit since niggas was playing bad dudes
Detroit raised off Faygo pops and fast foods
Nigga I’m bad news, I rep the F to the death
Play boys will confuse God, can’t move

[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.!

[Verse 3: King Gordy]

Please believe me, beens the meanest (The meanest)
To me it seems your team is weaklings (Weaklings)
They bleed from things that rings from squeezing (Squeezing)
Don’t need his rings ’cause he’s deceased and (Deceased and)
These peoples he’s did bring the fleet of marines
I’ll leave him being screaming “Please, oh king we didn’t mean it
We will flee from the scene to keep us breathing, we’re retreating
Now we can be defeated” We some G’s see we will sweep your street
We’ll creep with beings, zombie don’t you see you are sinking with me
You are leaking, you’re bleeding, you’re seeing them demons
You dreaming, you thinking of reasons you fiending to be released
But first release your Jesus peace
You’re a piece of meat we need to eat
No need to speak, capeesh?

[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.!

[verse 4: Bang Belushi]
Stop the F.K., get hit with nine ninas
Next week me on the cover of Don Diva (Hahaha)
Fresh as f*ck and I’m too clean with it (Huh-uh)
Them bailed your ones your boys so mean with it (Woo)
White teeth in it gotta put a team with it (Huh-uh)
Let the dice hit the wall, get cream with it (Yeah)
He talkin’ ’bout six but you never see him in it (Huh-uh)
You never see him in it ’cause he never seen your digits (No)
My watch so gaudy I can’t see the minutes
Windows all tinted, why you can’t see me in it (Huh-uh)
Flow doing kush so you know I’m seeing benus (Yeah)
Hey man, hallelujah, can I get a witness (Woo)
Take a shot of whiskey then I wash it down with Guinness (Huh-uh)
F.K., the gang, damn right I get it finished
Right, yes, I mean get it finished
International bank get hit like the dentist

[Hook: King Gordy]
I gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I’m gon’ ride for F.K.!
All I wanted to be, a Fat Killah
I always knew I would be a Fat Killah
The only future for me, a Fat Killah
We are a family
I will die for F.K.!

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Alex Kyza – Muy Lento Lyrics

Kyza, masacre
Official the champion boy
Ye ye, el capitan

En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos

Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento

Demasido de alcohol mezclado con el humo
Nos fuimos a capella esta noche soy seguro
Ando con el combo y el tronco elefante
Si se pone ready te rompo el panthel
Bailamo toda la noche la perreo no me canso
Llegamos nosotros y ustedes se ponen manso
Diamantes brillando y el combo lleno de wawa
Botellas rosadas me tienen hablando al paso
Quemando el maon dady ya la tengo out
Ella me tira el pelo en la cara so mach
Le agarro ese bury y aprovechando el momento
Ella me dijo al oido pa lo quiero lento

Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir
Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
Entonce la pillo ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento lo quiere sentir

Que le de por ai, ai, ai
Duro a lo lento la pone crazy
(yes, kyza)

En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos

Pegadito a tu cuerpo, lento
Calentita yo te siento, lento
Con eso no pierdo tiempo, lento
Yes, y de ai nos vamos lento

Lento, calentito que se sienta
Maniana amanecemos con dolor de cabeza
Los dos sudando ella me dice aprieta
Despues que se calienta me la como completa
Aprovecho
Con ella yo me quedo de su cuerpo no me harto
Sex cool de eso no me canso
Me grita agresivo pero me lo pide lento
Para mi perfecto …
Aunque disimula se le ve cuando camina
Un poco de medicina y le doi la vitamina
Lo hago toda la noche y los dos andamos …
En camara lenta pa que ella disfrute el show

En la disco toda la noche yo buscandote a ti
Siento el bajo moviendo tu cuerpo
Ella mueve su cadera pa mi
Y de ai nos vamos lentos

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Hexvessel – Demian Lyrics

Crimson like a fever
Blood of fire in vein
A sun we rise
To magnify his name
We speak for the angels
Eat the book from their hand
We suffer gladly
In our bargain with the devil
He will show you symmetry
Earth’s satanic majesty

His voice comes from within
“Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark!”

Both light and darkness
United in Cain
Take this kiss
And sanctify Abraxas
From the bondage of evil
Spirit body wakes
A gnostic host
Of devils and angels
He will show you destiny

His voice comes from within
Immortal souls
Of ancient star
I call to those
Who wear the mark
Demian!

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Lonnie Donegan – Ham ‘n’ Eggs Lyrics

Ham and eggs, pork and beans
I would’a had more, boys, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road

If I had known my captain was blind
Wouldn’t’a come to work, boys, when the clock struck nine
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road

Pork and beans, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road

If I had known my captain was back
I wouldn’t’a sold that special, gun that is, that I once had

Ooh well, gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
To make it on the side o’ the road

Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, but the cook was so mean, ah mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road

Ham and eggs, pork and beans
Would’a had more, boy, but the cook was so mean
I’m gonna ro-o-oll, roll in a hurry, hurry, hurry
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road
Oh, to make it on the side o’ the road

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R.a. The Rugged Man – The Slayers Club Lyrics (feat. M.o.p., Vinnie Paz, Chris Rivers, Onyx, Chino Xl, Brand Nubian & Ice-t)

[Intro: Sample, Billy Danze & Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, when the devil come boy
The devil devil gon’ come come smiling
Yo, what the f*ck these niggas talking about, man?
Yo R.A., love you brother, yeah

[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
This official pistol gang, Philly where we bang at
Pull up in the Bugatti and hit ’em where they hang at
There was no consideration where them bullets rang at
You was gettin’ popped if you was hangin’ where they slang at
Rugged Man is always wildin’ out, boy trippin’
That’s what you get for thinkin’ you live like an audition
Bullets coming out of the blue like they called Griffin
Fuel injector, funeral director, the mortician

[Verse 2: Chris Rivers]
Y’all better fall back or get jaws cracked
All facts, I go to your skull, y’all softer than ballsacks
Pause, but say my force is the Fourth Horsemen, I’m all that
Splatter your organs, spread it on walls and call it a Rorschach
Guess the image is a butterfly, my fist is lightning, rain and thunder
I can snuff a guy and make him wish his mother died
And break anatomy, chemically causing casualties
Endlessly blow your brains out or shatter your memories

[Verse 3: Chino XL]
The living god that is held at the highest regard
With more sick entries than Whitney Houston’s toxicology report
Who got top chart position in an image that’s tricking the children
With a little litter that’s some other bitter imbecile has written
But I’m spittin’ raw voodoo
I saw through you like a woman in a wooden box
And I’m a magician, give you a face peel
Not the type you get from an aesthetician
I stomp your skull ’til it breaks with an ice skate
If y’all niggas is lit, then Chino’s burned at the stake

[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya

[Verse 4: Sticky Fingaz & Fredro Starr]
Strap the f*ck up, I just came out a coma
You better buckle up, we running niggas over
If I ain’t throwin’ shots, then I must’ve been sober

You ain’t smoking sticky-icky, one hit’ll choke ya
I’m sick with it, a mental patient psyche would admit it
Where crimes get committed and niggas get drug addicted
When niggas on Rikers be biddin’, razors be getting spit in
Cut his face up, now he need stitches

[Verse 5: R.A. the Rugged Man]
I snatch purses, I piss in churches, I work the burners
In Lucifer’s furnace, sip the blood of a virgin out of a thermos
I gun buck ’em, f*ck a fist, the Razor Ruddock cut a wrist
I cut ’em, gut ’em like a fish and let ’em lay in gutter piss
The bats, gats, battle ax make a back collapse
Slap a Democrat, pack a rat, smack crackers in MAGA hats
I rewind the time, put you in a dumpster aborted
I crush your skull into dust, chop it to powder and snort it

[Interlude]
Bran-Br-Br-Brand Nubian (Once again!)
Br-Brand Nubian

[Verse 6: Sadat X, Lord Jamar & Both]
Punks jump up to get beat down
I’ll throw you in a f*ckin’ trunk with your feet bound
Niggas want beef? Get your meat ground
NYC, this not a sweet town
Hear the crack of the bones and let the streets run red
Have you shackled in your home with the gun to your head
This is personal, it ain’t shit about bread
Reversible skull when I’m splittin’ that head

[Chorus: M.O.P., Billy Danze & Lil Fame]
Same script, who come up outta the fold for ya?
Liveness, still outta control for ya
We home team, we gon’ roll for ya
Marksmen, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, put ’em in a hole for ya
Yeah, yeah, creep up on ’em slow for ya
Long range, boom! Let it go for ya
M.O.P., we put ’em in a hole for ya

[Verse 7: Ice-T]
Yeah, Iceberg, nigga
The Rugged Man made the call, I’m here
My niggas ain’t Bloods, they straight Crippin’
My niggas ain’t cool, they set trippin’
Thought it was a game, ’til you felt that hot lead
My gats ain’t semi, they belt fed
Pop up at ya motherf*ckin’ crib like god damn
Found out where you lived on your Instagram
25 cops at the crime scene
My niggas crash your pad like a SEAL Team
Burn motherf*cker, one syllable Ice
More whips than The Passion of Christ

[Verse 8: Billy Danze, Lil Fame & Both]
Blam-bong, blam-bong, blood lies and alibis
Tell his mama reply before this turn into a homicide
Nigga, ante up the ransom (Come on!)
Tell that bitch to hurry up before I blam son
(Cause we) Do it all day (We) do it the hard way
(We) Do it the Brook-nam way, I’m talkin’ broad day
(We) We be the M.O. (M.O.) MO-Ps
You already know my M.O. (M.O.) OGs
Bong!

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De Huilende Rappers – Liniaal Lyrics

Ik had laatst een broodje gegeten
Wat te lang was om te meten

Daarom meet ik alles met mijn liniaal
Lini-lini-lini-lini-liniaal
Daarom meet ik alles met mijn liniaal
Lini-lini-lini-lini-liniaal

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Tommy Torres – El Trabajito Lyrics

[Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones

[Verso 1: Tommy Torres]
¿Qué será? ¿Qué será lo que tienen unas pero no otras?
Que un día te levantas y se te meten por dentro corriendo por toa’
Las venas
No sé desde cuando pero ella me va buscando, me va encontrando y me
Va gustando
Es que me tiene mareao’, divagando, borracho

[Puente: Tommy Torres]
Dime que me has hecho vida mía
Porque ésto a mi me huele a brujería

[Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones

Dile
Viento va, Viento va

[Verso 2: Tommy Torres]
Algunas lo dan todo otras no dan nada
Unas se quitan la ropa y otras no le hace falta
Lo cierto es que cuando dicen que un hombre es suyo
El hombre es suyo
Y aun más cierto es que estoy aquí buscándola, deseándola, pidiéndola
Inventándola en mis lamentos
¿Qué será lo que me has hecho nena?

[Puente: Tommy Torre, Tego Calderón]
Dime que me has hecho vida mía
(Dime qué, dime qué)
Porque ésto más que amor ya es brujería
(¿Por qué tú me haces esto, mija? ¿Por qué?)

[Coro: Tommy Torres]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones

Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones

[Verso 3: Tego Calderón]
Te tienen que haber dao’ agua ‘e fregao’, mi socio
No era destila’, era de pozo
Que ¿cómo fué? No te rompa el coco
Los trabajos malos con fé los destrozo
Sus porquerías se las revocamos
Si hay que perdonar perdonamos, que carajo
Papá creo un día despues del otro (¿pa’ quién?)
Pa’ gente como nosotros (OK)
Bota el golpe sin ponerse torpe
En este mundo de cemento hay monte
De sobra, Verde esperanza y por lejos que esté se alcanza
Los ciegos sin anteojos ven todo
Lo que no sirve, le dan de codo
El amor es como lotería
Gana el que tiene suerte, no el que merecía

[Coro: Tommy Torres, Tego Calderón]
Cuando las mujeres quieren a los hombres
Prenden cuatro velas y se las ponen por los rincones
Prenden cuatro velas y se ponen a
Compran de esos libros que les llaman de colecciones
(Compran libros de trucos, de cosas, de legiones)
Van a la cocina y allí les prestan sus oraciones
(¿Qué fué?)

[Cierre: Tommy Torres, Tego Calderón]
Ay, mujeres quieren a los hombres
Hay mujeres y hay mujeres
Prenden cuatro velas
Hay que tener cuidado con lo que comes
Hechizos te ponen
Cuando las mujeres
Que prendan velas por montones
Que yo tengo el que me proteje
Cuando las mujeres
Que me quiere, me cuida
Prenden cuatro velas y te las ponen por los rincones
Ten cuidao’ con lo que comes Tommy

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King Gordy – Kings Freestyle Lyrics

[Intro]
From the North, a man of great strength
A conqueror
A man who would some day be king by his own hands

[Verse]
I’ve seen kingdoms crumble and fall
I’ve seen kings that lay dead behind prison walls
They were captured and tortured, some was slaughtered
The guards had their daughters carve them
As if they impregnate them, just to taint the blood
The castles is being overthrown by thugs
Back then we called them vikings or barbarians

In 2006 they would be called terrorists
Now bow and kiss the feet of your new king
Those who will defy will die so cruelly
Your new ruler is so unruly
I kill a different wife every day, they just don’t amuse me (Ooh wee)
King Gordy what the f*ck are you doing, you’ve killed 16 queens in only two weeks
f*ck you peasant, off with his head
I won’t stop ’till everybody I love is dead

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Hexvessel – Billion Year Old Being Lyrics

You can find my signs in this paradise
Where myriad the mornings shined
That I have hardly dreamed of
Through a hallucinary spell of time

A place where hunter gatherers
Gathered in their grave-house
My name was spoken on the wind
That blew away the sun

Billion year old being!

Statues planes and skyscrapers
Are underneath the seas and rivers
I emerge up from the seams of fate
To sew my secrets in the dirt

Then all the temples to the elements
Will be made from human skeletons
Turning in the universe
Like the moon around the earth

Billion year old being!

Rise rise my spirit rise
Shine a light over fields of fire

Sing sing my spirit sing
Over woodland glade and mountain spring

How soon the sun can turn the hands of time
And the cupstone flows with sacrifice
Tempered skin into beaten drum
Woodland bones ring out
With trumpet voice

Hawks ascend out of the open graves
Hand-made hills carved out of dead sand
Sacred are our waters no frost could still
Cloven myths shape the sun-cross of life

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Lonnie Donegan – Over In The New Burying Ground Lyrics

Well, I can hear the hammer ringin’
On somebody coffin
I can hear the hammer ringin’, Lord
On somebody coffin
Well, I can hear the hammer ringin’
On-a somebody coffin

Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground

A well, it must have been my captain
(Must-a have been my captain, Lordy)
The people was-a buryin’
(Must have been my captain, Lordy)
Must-a have been my captain, Lord
(Must have been my captain, Lordy)
The people were buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)

Must-a been my captain
(Must-a been the captain, Lordy)
The people was-a buryin’
(Must-a been the captain)
What I’m talkin’ bout, well Lordy, well

Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground
Hey yah!

Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground

Yeah, must-a been my captain
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
People was a buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Lord, it must-a been my captain
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Lord and the people was a-buryin’
(Must-a been my captain, Lordy)
Yeah, yeah

Oh, my captain, Lordy
(Must-a been my captain, captain)
A that the people was a-buryin’
(Must-a been my captain)

Way over, over on my new buryin’ ground

It was over on my new buryin’ ground

Over on my new buryin’ ground

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R.a. The Rugged Man – E.k.n.y. Lyrics (feat. Inspectah Deck & Timbo King)

[Intro]
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
Winning is always better than losing
And winning big is better still
’88er

[Verse 1: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Rape scandal, Tawana Brawley, New York City
Before Giuliani turned Times Square to Walt Disney
Low cost anesthetic epidemic, CD bought
Wall graffiti’d up, cook coke, Scotty, beam me up
Murder rate stats are staggerin’, lives unravelin’
Central Intelligence Agency is drug traffickin’
Cops with bad tempers, politicians pushin’ their agendas
In the streets, it’s murderers and rapists and sex offenders
Where they’re growin’ the roses, bloodsuckin’ bats, vultures are ferocious
Roller coasters of rats and rodents and roaches
Homeless vet with skin rashes from tuberculosis
Narcosis, pimps and hookers and heroin overdoses
Every snitchin’ bird chirps, that’s how the world works
These hookers lookin’ for who to burn first
Porn theaters and perverts
On your PRO-Keds there’s bloody red spots and a dead cop
Got his head shot on the fed watch, call Mayor Ed Koch
C’mon

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
I’m a ’88er, straight from the days of the pissy elevator
Teeny boppers, graffiti rockers, cops, and jealous haters
Dangerous back blocks, crack rocks and mad cops who clap shots
Aimin’ to kill and steal a stash box
From psycho niggas fightin’ with whites and Hasidics
Remember Willie Turks, Yusef Hawkins, and Michael Griffith
N.Y., prolific, kicked it with the lowlifes and Deceps
Who squeeze TECs, G-checkin niggas for weak checks
Sinister dark minds, victims of hard times
Pan Am Flight 103, Central Park Five

Thank Reagan for makin’ dealers kingpins, who would think then?
We seein’ Ms, all the shipments that’s liftin’
’88er, architect, camouflage vet
My burner on the train, next to Bernhard Goetz
From the time the space shuttle and Chernobyl exploded
I voted for Dinkins knowin’ he would never control it, word

[Verse 3: R.A. The Rugged Man]
Global cocaine trade, buy and sell, clientele
Drug cartels, crime grime spell, die in Hell
Colombian gun dealers citizens in cop status
Bronx raid, six cops shot by Larry Davis
A ’88er, ATA the great yam scams can’t fail
Land in jail, with a plan dumb like Dan Quayle
Coke deal in the back streets, everybody sniffed out
From Hollywood stars to celebrity athletes
Hold the crowbar, stole the car, crackhead moonwalkin’
With a Mike Jack’ jacket, holdin’ a broke VCR
Mommy never get a raise, kids hustle for better days
Crime forever pays, guardian angels with red berets
Ain’t no Spielberg extra-terrestrial phonin’ home
Just a homeless guy takin’ a piss on the pay phone
They thought AIDS was only for gays, mass confusion
‘Til Ryan White, the boy caught it from a blood transfusion
’88er

[Chorus]
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
I’m a ’88er, fly aviator
I been seen the future, way back then on beta
I’m a ’88er

[Outro]
Killa Bee
Echoin’ through cell blocks and federal pens
I told the people the truth
I spelled out what had to be done, and we did it
Intellectual honesty and integrity, that is how we ran the city
And that’s how we will continue to run this city