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Calibretto 13 – Crimson Dawn Lyrics

I searched the city through and through
And all I find is scum like you
And you are begging to be just like me
I have the power to let you live, or take your life away from you
I’m so hungry. No don’t take my life, please
Don’t bite me
I don’t wanna go
[more screaming]
I searched the city through and through
And all I find is scum like you
and you are begging to be just like me
After I finish you I ponder on my thought-about my life
It just ain’t right We go downtown to find some gothic punks who hang out every night
They’re weak and helpless, but they still put up a fight
After we finish them I ponder on our thought-about my life
It just ain’t right
Look over there on the TV screen, it’s another vampire movie
A flying vampire with sharp, bloody teeth
The world thinks that’s so groovy
Everybody wants to live forever [ooh-oh oh oh oh oh oh]
They all wish that they could be vampires [ooh-oh oh oh oh oh oh]
But I wish that I had something better [ooh-oh oh oh oh oh oh]
For [something something something something something] higher
HEY! I was walking down the street one night
Looking for something to do
When up from the shadows came this horrific fright
And his name was Vincent Van Bow! Sittin’ around in our coffins waiting for the sun to go down
Well time we get up from our sleep and hang around the town
Well you know there ain’t much to do, except for go to Meijer’s store
Well that just ain’t good enough
I’m longing for something more
Down here in Kasey, Indiana there ain’t much to do at night
No one around. No I don’t wanna die
Oh no. What will I do? Oh no no
Get away. What will I do? Where can a vampire get a bite? [screaming]
No, no. Where can a vampire get a bite? And as he drew close, I started to cry
And I slowly backed away
When he grabbed my throat
Stuck his teeth in my neck
And he told me, "Your life will never be the same."
Sittin’ around in my coffin waiting for the sun to go down
Sometimes I get up from my sleep and hang around the town
Well you know there ain’t much to do
Except for go to Steak ‘N Shake
But all I want is a bloody neck
And not some dried-up steak
Down here in Kasey, Indiana there ain’t much to do at night
No one around. Suck!!

Mint – The Lake Lyrics

Here I stand at the lake
Hoping for some brake
Here I stand at your shore
Dying for some more
And the lake it is cracking
Underneath my feet
And those ducks
Keep on quacking
I wonder just how deep
The water goes
The water goes

Civilian – I Told You Lyrics

Back in the void via word or a spark
Whatever gave us sight also kept us in the dark
Where am I to stand when every other man
Who doesn’t have a clue as to which way’s up
But says he talks to God
And this is what he wants
So, I told you I want to know you
More than I want life
The harder I look the less that I find
At least I know I tried
Headlights cut through the leafless trees
And the shifting shapes got the children screaming
I cannot concede that a snake or a beast
Has a hellbent hand on the helm of the deep
It is more than safe to say
There’s no way that I could know
From whence we came or where we go
I told you I want to know you
More than I want life
Though the truth may not console you
At least you know you tried
I have a picture of my mother and I
Underexposed, the sun had left for the night
Though often I wonder what to make of it all
I’ve never discovered that the shine has worn off
To sell us on heaven, the armies of God
They say, “This beautiful garden is just a burial plot”
They couldn’t be more wrong

Gustavo Cordera – Ya No Quiero Castigo Lyrics

[Letra de “Ya no quiero castigo”]
Voy a alimentar mi mejor versión
Con las mieles de mi corazón
Hoy, la ingenuidad y la desnudez
Me regresan hacia mi niñez
Nadie puede darme lo que no me doy
Y me obstiné reclamando amor
Esa fue mi cruz, me victimicé
Y en la culpa jamás pude encontrar la redención
Ya no quiero castigo por no hacer lo que debo
No persigo verdades, porque soy verdadero
No me quiero juzgar por pensar diferente
Yo no voy a vivir como diga la gente
No me siento vencido por no llegar primero
Voy con la frente alta, mostrando mis agujeros
Con todos mis errores encendí mi lucero
Y hoy me siento querido, porque ahora me quiero
Aprendí a morir más de una vez
Y a renacer en cada canción
Soy una señal, una vibración
Por las venas, resonando voy
Hoy puedo sentir mi fragilidad
Puedo bendecir tantas lágrimas
Encontré un lugar, mi espacio azul
Donde nada volverá a reunirme con la cruz
Ya no quiero castigo por no hacer lo que debo
No persigo verdades, porque soy verdadero
No me quiero juzgar por prensar diferente
Yo no voy a vivir como diga la gente
No me siento vencido por no llegar primero
Voy con la frente alta, mostrando mis agujeros
Con todos mis errores encendí mi lucero
Y hoy me siento querido, porque ahora me quiero
Ya no tengo enemigos porque nada defiendo
La bandera que alzo, no precisa argumentos
Soy el agua de mar que cura tus heridas
Quiero tu bienestar, tanto como a mi vida
Yo fui un libertador y también un payaso
Me creí por encima y conocí el fracaso
Y, aunque a veces llegué a la cumbre más alta
Nunca me tuve a mí, y ahora y me hago falta

Adamn Killa – Know What They Payin’ Lyrics

[Intro]
No one else can be Adamn, bitch, ’cause I am Adamn
I be talkin’ bitch but do you hear what I’m sayin’
Adamn
No one else can be Adamn, bitch, ’cause I am Adamn
Adamn
[Verse]
No one else can be Adamn, bitch, ’cause I am Adamn
I be talkin’ bitch but do you hear what I’m sayin’
I bought that Moncler then they knew that I wasn’t playin’
Rastafari, yeah and dreads, bitch I might be Jamaican
I f*cked some bitches real crazy just like they was taken
The way im drivin’ fast as hell would think I was racin’
I know I’m gonna get him but I got to be patient
I can kinda tell how these niggas be hatin’
Paid alot for my Y-3’s and I rip them bitches skatin’
I dont even skate, I bust my shit on the pavement
I’m the only Adamn, shit, it ain’t no debatin’
Niggas switch up real quick you can call them Caitlyn
Got that shit for 40 and then that is amazin’
I don’t see no stop sign, nigga, it ain’t no breakin’
Bless my baby girl, switch that amen with Adamn
Bitch, make me a sandwich and I love me some bacon
I just want the 40’s I am patiently waitin’
I dont do no beef nigga, go get it from neighbors
My pockets feelin’ decent, nigga, pockets be achin’
Finna go to L.A. and take me a vacation
Shout out all my haters they are my motivation
Only get hungry when I see my bae naked
They see im doin’ good and these niggas they hate it
Niggas actin’ like they bros but they just be fakin’
Spent about a stack on my monclair and I was with patience
Laid out all them 100s the cashier couldn’t say shit
f*ck a red carpet, Adamn, I know that I am A-list
Dye my hair pink and my girl tall and she’s braided
Sometimes I feel just like sayin’ nigga we made it
I remember them days when I got shots from pay less
Now I got them young, shes from [?]
I don’t answer phones unless I know what they payin’
[Outro]
Know what they payin’
Know what they payin’
I don’t answer phones unless I know what they payin’
Im Adamn, no money, bitch don’t hear what they sayin’
I don’t answer phones unless I know what they payin’
Know what they payin’
Know what they payin’
I don’t answer phones unless I know what they payin’
I’m Adamn, no money, bitch dont hear what they sayin’
I don’t answer phones unless I know what they payin’

Kayah – For My Son Lyrics

Before I knew that you were coming
I was already waiting
In my bedroom window every night
I would burn a candle bright
Like the light on a stormy sea
So you would come straight to me
Find me Before
I knew you would come
I loved you as the only one
In everyone I looked for you
Before I even knew
Before I knew that you would arrive
I could hear your gentle steps outside
And when darkness fell all around
When evil came without a sound
A star of night mercifully sent me
My wish for all to see
So you could be loved here
My darling
Before I knew you would come…

Victor Manuel – Neptuno Lyrics

Cuento las algas que pueblan el mar
Cuento los peces que puedo contar
Las caracolas y todo el coral
Hasta las olas que vienen y van…
Ya no hay más agua, más aire
Ni más horizontes que pueda contar…
Como soy rey y no puedo reinar
Me he convertido en estatua de sal
Sé que el tridente no da autoridad
Que la experiencia es tan perjudicial…
Cuentan que sube sin prisa y sin pausa
El nivel de las aguas del mar
Y es que hace tiempo se han puesto a llorar
Todos los seres que viven allá…
Pasan gaviotas y algún cormorán
Viaja hacia el sur una estrella fugaz
Ay lo que diera por sobrevolar
Mares felices libres de alquitrán…
Cuento los barcos y pierdo la cuenta
De tantos que llego a contar…
Costa da Morte que estás frente al mar
Tú me enseñaste a gritar nunca mais…
Costa da Morte que estás frente ó mar

Conflict – There’s No Power Without Control Lyrics

There’s no power without control! Come closer, comfy? What you f*cking screwing at? I’m remote controlling you. The new Yankee groups
In their punk rock suits
M.T.V.’s addition to Sky’s porn pay per view. Look and see
Escapism smiling through
Oi you for f*cks sake, ‘wake up’ Righteous and the greedy
It’s big brother’s biggest brother Common panacea
Spy satellites bugging device Building egos / budding stars
Everything discovered From small acorns – world domination
CCTV recording me
Observing then controlling the
Nation on location
World domination
Access denied – another vehicle for ‘the truth’
Deploying all means necessary (to) contain unruly view
Those who dare to deviate
Defy – consuming opiate
Comatosed – waiting for life to begin
The arrival of pop idol
The survivor of survival
Blind dating mutual mating
Rating rivals masturbating
The confused compete comparing
The sanitized temptation
The pretension of deception
The terminal segregation
Sleepy eyed complacency and smug consumerism
The f*cking – f*ckwit populace laps up more media jism
Anorexic soap stars bearing feeding frenzy scars
Real life TV – talk show toss gagging for exposure
Disposable hyped-up hopefuls – icons, prime time wank
Teen dream manipulation-corporate money in the bank
Kerrang cover boy crown – controlling confrontation
Full frontal anonymity – the faceless generation
Manipulation is the key to dictate democracy
Pantomiming puppets, faithfully to stupidity
Docudrama cunts – I’m sick of lifestyle wannabe’s
Cocksucka’s in the high street in their top shop an-r-kee
Full circle rock gods – just a bunch of hand jobs
It’s official – you can mould me – cause I like the big bucks
Rebellion sucks – rebellion sucks
I can be your pawn star – it’s offensive – rebellion sucks
Control
Without control
Without control, there’s no power
There’s no power without control
Controlling
Rejection direction
Aggression affection
Conception opinion
Position religion
Imposing persuading
Compelling constraining
Infection inspection rock and roll control
Direction election teaching control
Your vision suspicion last year’s control
Objection division this year’s control
Malignance insistence to want, to have, to make, to take
Resistance existence to try, to cry, to say, tune in, today
Goodbye Broadcast from the rock city radio!

Hazel English – Make It Better Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I want to be seen
Yet I want to be invisible
I want everything
Yet I want nothing at all
[Chorus]
All of these thoughts I have
Negate each other
I keep trying to understand
How to make it better
But I can’t make it better
[Verse 2]
I am confident
Yet I always
Seem to doubt myself
I am intelligent
Yet I know
Nothing at all
[Chorus]
All of these thoughts I have
Negate each other
I keep trying to understand
How to make it better
But I can’t make it better
[Verse 1]
I want to be seen
Yet I want to be invisible
I want everything
Yet I want nothing at all
[Chorus]
All of these thoughts I have
Negate each other
I keep trying to understand
How to make it better
But I can’t make it better
All of these thoughts I have
Negate each other
I keep trying to understand
How to make it better
But I can’t make it better

Pillath – Alles In Gefahr Lyrics

Bitches kreischen rum, als würde grad Joe Cocker sing’n
Ich ficke Ökos aus ihr’n Mokassins
Entertain’ damit den ganzen Saal, so wie Olex, wenn er Wodka trinkt
Jetzt schau dir diesen Stiernacken an
Dreifache Oberarme, vierfacher Schwanz
Rapper schleichen jeden Tag am Tierpark entlang
Immer auf der Jagd nach dem Bierkastenpfand
Guck, ich schicke einen miesen Typ nackig ausm Skigebiet
Der Kommentarbereich liest sich wie ein Liebesbrief
YouTube-Spastis seh’n wie Hip-Hopper aus
Und komm’n in paar Jahr’n aus dem Big-Brother-Haus
Ah, warte mal, ich habe ‘ne Idee
Ich schieb’ deiner Frau ‘ne Vase rein und frage, „Tut es weh?“
Stecke diese Made mit der Nase ins WC
Dipp’ sie zwei Minuten und find’s schade, wenn sie geht
[Hook]
Egal, ob Alman oder Salafistenbart
Schulden werd’n bezahlt auf die Kralle und in bar
Glaubt mir, nach’m nächsten Knall ist nix mehr da
Ihr Standing, ihr Status, ist alles in Gefahr (rawr)
Egal, ob Alman oder Salafistenbart
Schulden werd’n bezahlt auf die Kralle und in bar
Glaubt mir, nach’m nächsten Knall ist nix mehr da
Ihr Standing, ihr Status, ist alles in Gefahr (rawr) [Part 1]
Guck, du kriegst kein’n Respekt durch ‘ne zugekokste Nase
Kleiner Mann ganz groß, so wie Napoleon Bonaparte
Doch warte, sagtet ihr nicht, ihr seid von der Straße
Seit wann liest ein Gangster seine YouTube-Kommentare? Rapper spiel’n den Scarface in ihr’n Köpenicker Vill’n
Machen so viel Auge, dass selbst Özil nicht mehr will
Sie woll’n im [?] und mit Bösewichten chill’n
Aber plötzlich werd’n aus Klöten wieder Knöterich-Pastill’n
Dis ‘ne andre Taktfrequenz wie du und deine Spastengang
Ich weiß, du sprichst mit mir, aber ich war grade abgelenkt
Sorry, ich befand mich in ‘nem Tagtraum
Ich träumte, deine Mutter würd’ mein’n Arsch kraul’n
Besser setz dir eine Krisen[?] auf
Denn der Riese ausm Ruhrpott mischt euch Friemeltunten auf
Als Kind bekam ich riesigen Applaus
Denn ich flog jeden Mittwoch aus der Bibelstunde raus, Ruhrpott-Style
[Hook]
Egal, ob Alman oder Salafistenbart
Schulden werd’n bezahlt auf die Kralle und in bar
Glaubt mir, nach’m nächsten Knall ist nix mehr da
Ihr Standing, ihr Status, ist alles in Gefahr (rawr)
Egal, ob Alman oder Salafistenbart
Schulden werd’n bezahlt auf die Kralle und in bar
Glaubt mir, nach’m nächsten Knall ist nix mehr da
Ihr Standing, ihr Status, ist alles in Gefahr (rawr)
[Part 2]
Excuse-moi, Madame, könnten sie mein’n Koffer bring’n?

Victor Manuel – Sin Memoria Lyrics

Puedo vivir sin creer en Dios
Sin alguien superior
Que me sugiera las cosas
Desde un televisor
Puedo vivir sin fachas sin skins
Sin toda aquella gente
Que afila ya los dientes
Ante el porvenir
Pero no puedo vivir sin memoria…
Puedo vivir sin más bandera
Que dos tibias mondas
Una calavera
Y los ojos de ella
Puedo vivir sin álvarez ni cascos
Sin un montón de vascos
Sin poli sin gobierno
Sin jueces sin tabaco
Pero no puedo vivir sin memoria
Sin memoria de cada paso que anduvimos
Sin memoria, sin memoria
De tantas cosas que he vivido
Puedo vivir sin ti pero no quiero
Porqué iba a acostumbrarme
Después de tanto tiempo
A que nadie me regañe
Puedo vivir sin héroes que me salven
Sin perros que me ladren
Con poco más que nada
Que algunos litros de aire
Pero no puedo vivir sin memoria
Sin memoria de cada paso que anduvimos
Sin memoria, sin memoria
De tantas cosas que he vivido
Puedo vivir sin héroes que me salven
Sin perros que me ladren
Con poco más que nada
Que algunos litros de aire

Z-ro – It’s A Shame Lyrics

Gotta make sure these words are understandable
Cause it’s a motherf*cking shame, all these short
Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches
Know I’m saying
[Z-Ro]
I’m still King of the Ghetto, ain’t a damn thang changed
Still sip out the prescription bottle, with hydro on my brain
It help a nigga make it through the drama, swear to God
I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas
But I don’t wanna be a runaway, I love my block
But I can’t seem to put my gun away, friends be killing friends
So I don’t make no ends, with nobody I know
Cause if nobody gets nervous, then nobody’s gotta go
That’s the G-Code, and I will busting simply, then I will reload
Sick of all of this gun bumping, from you people
Turning a Christian into someone who is evil, Z-Ro
Motherf*ckers all up in my business, broadcasting my life
Presidential Records suing Z-Ro, and his pockets ain’t right
Why they wanna spread rumors, bout Ro Dog
Turn me to a menace to society like O-Dog
[Chorus]
It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they f*ck around with my mind
It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they try to hurt me
It’s a shaa-aa-ame, the way they got me walking round with my nine
Raised on game, a soldier that’s showing no mercy
[Z-Ro]
When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living
Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my palms itching
Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y’all better
Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
I know you jealous niggas, hate me cause I shine
They know I be rolling one deep, trying to follow behind
I gotta handle my business, by myself cause I’m alone
Really nothing to live fo’, no more wife no more kids at home
Ain’t that a shame, I’m losing everything I love
When they f*ck up its okay, but when it’s me they hold a grudge
You think I ain’t know, you was f*cking over Z-Ro
With Lil’ Shannon around the time, your vehicle was repoed
My love for you was that of a mother, one I never had
I know we could never be again, I’m forever sad
But a hustler, gotta keep hustling
Until then, I-10 drug smuggling
[Chorus]
[Z-Ro]
Sometimes I be wondering, if I’m ever gon make it
Ducking and dodging poverty, am I ever gon shake it
Every nigga I deal with, keeps saying they down
Why my money be funny, everytime it be coming round
I told him tell em 25 hundred, he told em three thousand
Making me miss out on money, Sam gon witness me clowning
When you give a nigga a inch, they try to take the whole ruler
After my inches, nothing but the forty-four ruger
Who am I, Z-Ro the Crooked I’m not a hoe
But instead of busting your head, I’ma go on and let you go
I’ma receive my blessing, better believe my weapon
Is a first, from the basic instructions before leaving earth
The bible, and if we follow it properly its survival
We gotta listen sometimes, even though we wanna all shine
And glisten sometimes, remember we on a heavenly mission sometimes
[Chorus]
(*talking*)
One love to my motherf*cking soldier niggas
J-Pimp, my nigga Rice aka sliding up under something
When they get outta line

Civilian – Michael Lyrics

The curb descends to the street
Where fifty men at least
Are stopped by a flashing hand
And slurring their speech
Pedestrians and cops
Will gladly shrug them off
For every man is safe
If he’s white or he’s straight
Pardoned sin makes one man grin
And the rest of us pick up the pieces
Pardoned sin makes one man grin
And the rest of us pick up the pieces
The bros are talking shit about the government
The half baked thoughts of a desperate prince
Raising your glass to clear your conscience
You said what you said ’cause you meant it
You could have known but wouldn’t have cared
What’s it to you? You know life isn’t fair
Oh, o-oh
Michael plays the queen
With married men discretely
Says, “Nothing good comes free”
And he drops to his knees
Until one night he was drugged
By a client that he loved
His sense of self dissolves
And the rapist walks free
By the time the empty palm
Of the henchman’s hand collapsed
The pimp eclipsed the ceiling fan
“I’m coming back. And that’s just the tax.”
You could have known but wouldn’t have cared
What’s it to you? You know life isn’t fair
Oh, o-oh
Young men were leaving
The bar when they saw him
Red dress, black eye, high heels
They started howling, “Get f*cked, faggot”
And that’s when they lost it
You wouldn’t believe what privilege costs You know life isn’t fair
Oh, o-oh
You could have known but wouldn’t have cared
What’s it to you?

Gustavo Cordera – Ansiedad De Buscar Lyrics

Podrán desactivar las bombas
Podrás desactivar tus bombas [Letra de “Ansiedad de buscar”]
De cuando en cuando vos salís
Y con hastío te sentís
Tras un disturbio sexual
Tan poco sensual
Y es tu respiración entrecortada
Ansiada de buscar y no ver nada
Que añora regresar
A primaveras pasadas
Distracción, fascinación
Avidez de entretenimiento
Así es como escapas
A tu propio misterio
Y caminás como una zombi
Por la avenida
Acelerada, aturdida tras un tesoro que
Te llevó media vida
Seguís buscando en un imperio
Caridad
Y sólo hay almas mezquinas
¿Dónde habrá luz en la ciudad? Podrán desactivar las bombas
Cuando podés te la creés y ensayás
Una sonrisa frente al espejo
Aunque en la calle es
Un talismán obsoleto
Y buceás en el abismo de ti misma
Y te mirás disminuida por un prisma
Así es como te ves
Cuando no te querés
Seguís buscando en un imperio
Claridad
Y sólo hay almas dormidas
¿Dónde habrá luz en la ciudad? Capaz de iluminar tus sombras
¿Qué habrá detrás de tanta crueldad? Podrán desactivar las bombas
¿Dónde habrá luz en la ciudad? Capaz de iluminar tus sombras
¿Qué habrá detrás de tanta crueldad? Capaz de iluminar tus sombras
¿Qué habrá detrás de tanta crueldad?

Kayah – All The Same Lyrics

You will never know
If he felt the same
Something so new
Only with you
You know you’re not the first
Yet you believe the best
But what’s the use
To compare with all the rest
For him
We’re all just the same
’cause we’ve got all different names
Still, you go on searching
For what you’re missing
What’s left to say
He’ll betray you anyway
And even if you ask him
What he saw in her
He won’t say a word
Pretend he never heard
For him…

Adamn Killa – Piggyback Lyrics

[Intro]
Yung Lan on the track
(Adamn)
(Adamn, Adamn)
(Whodeywant?)
(Adamn, Adamn)
Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga
[Hook]
Ones here, ones here, ain’t no f*cking ones here
If I wanted blonde hair then I would have some blonde hair
Do I look stupid, do it look like I got ones here? I don’t carry no cash, bitch I got them big racks
Bitch I feel like who I am, you know I got them big stacks
I just spend what I want because I can get it back
I don’t want no hate when them niggas they just piggyback
Do I look like a little kid playing piggyback? I don’t carry no cash, bitch I got them big racks
Bitch I feel like who I am, you know I got them big stacks
I just spend what I want because I can get it back
I don’t want no hate when them niggas they just piggyback
Do I look like a little kid playing piggyback? Do I look like I got time for some stupid questions? [Verse]
I be overseas playing with them foreign bands
I got hit by foreign sun, that’s a foreign tan
I’m from Chicago, but I’m a foreign man
I don’t need a piggyback, don’t need a yes man
I don’t f*ck with niggas that be stressin’
Gotta make that money work
Bitch I got it out the dirt
That’s why they Kurt Angle hurt
[Hook]
Ones here, ones here, ain’t no f*cking ones here
If I wanted blonde hair then I would have some blonde hair
Do I look stupid, do it look like I got ones here? Bitch I got all my pockets looking extra big
I don’t got no time for some extra shit
These niggas be so mad they look like exorcist
Man that’s why you looking so devilish
All that hate I ain’t even met the kid
How thick my pockets, I don’t know, try and measure it
[Hook]
Ones here, ones here, ain’t no f*cking ones here
If I wanted blonde hair then I would have some blonde hair
Do I look stupid, do it look like I got ones here? I don’t carry no cash, bitch I got them big racks
Bitch I feel like who I am, you know I got them big stacks
I just spend what I want because I can get it back
I don’t want no hate when them niggas they just piggyback
Do I look like a little kid playing piggyback? [Verse]
Why you coming up to me asking stupid questions?

Victor Manuel – Si Uno Pudiera Lyrics

Si uno escogiera país al nacer
Ponte a pensar si pudiera eso ser
Dónde quisieras ver amanecer
Formas, tamaño, maneras de ser
Gente, paisajes, color de la piel
Si uno escogiera país al nacer
Una vez visto cuánto puedas ver
Si uno pudiera…
Si uno escogiera familia al nacer
Equivocarse es lo más natural
Algo te sobra o te llega a faltar
Es un melón que no puedes catar
Y cuando lo abres ya no hay marcha atrás
Si uno escogiera familia al nacer
Una vez visto cuanto puedes ver
Si uno pudiera…
Si quisiera, si tuviera
Esa suerte que se escapa con cualquiera
Se pase caprichosa ante mi puerta
Y se va moviendo lenta sus caderas
Si quisiera, si pudiera
Llenaría esta ciudad de lunas llenas
Colgaría de los árboles estrellas
Y debajo de tu falda algún cometa…
Si uno escogiera mujer al nacer
De qué otra forma podría ella ser
Hay barra libre para imaginar
Piensa qué cosas le encuentras de más
Cuenta esas otras que te echan atrás
Si uno escogiera mujer al nacer
Una vez visto cuanto puedes ver
Si uno pudiera…
Si quisiera, si tuviera
Esa suerte que se escapa con cualquiera
Se pase caprichosa ante mi puerta
Y se va moviendo lenta sus caderas
Si quisiera, si pudiera
Llenaría esta ciudad de lunas llenas
Colgaría de los árboles estrellas

Adamn Killa – Rag & Bone Lyrics (feat. Lil B)

[Hook]
Rag and bone is on my team
PRP is on my jeans (x2)
I might take a trigger to buy lean
You niggas garbage like wall-e
I’m Adamn there ain’t no stopping me
Niggas think they me they don’t be where I be
I think I’m (?) Cecily
Niggas hating man they be so sick of me
They mad I had to rag and bone my team
[Verse 1]
They mad I had to prp my jeans
They mad I had to rag and bone my team
Niggas switch up on they mans for some p*ssy
Nigga bitches they get mad, they run and tweak
How a nigga running with no feet
These niggas act like birds but got no bees
They mad I got the Gucci on my feet
Niggas and they feelings take a seat
Get out the kitchen if you can’t take the heat
Niggas ain’t cashing out they keep the receipts
They on my dick they want the recipe
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
They wanna eat just how Adamn eat
What that smell? Man, I think I smell defeat
Niggas from the suburbs, not the streets
Bitch I’m cashin’, I be in Barneys
These niggas mad cause they across the street
That’s urban if you don’t know where Barneys be
I think I’m Dirty Donald, way I’m on fleek
I think I’m Adamn, the way I be me
These niggas they just copying and v
They hating but they still be listening
Cause I’m shining bitch I be glistening
Niggas bitches (?)
[Hook]

Pillath – Traumwelt Lyrics

[Part 1]
Bruder, ich schwör’, bald geht’s hoch hinaus (hoch hinaus)
Wie und wann, weiß ich heut noch nicht so genau (so genau)
Doch bald komm’n die Bitches und die Kohle auch (Kohle auch)
So viel, dass du fragst, wofür man so viel braucht
Wenn von uns nur du es schaffst, dann würd’ ich niemals neidisch sein
Doch wenn die Knete einmal bei mir regnet, dann wird zweigeteilt
Geld ist auch nicht alles, guck, mir reicht’s, wenn ich ein Bett hab’ plus
Bettlerkluft, ich mach’ keine Freundschaft für’n Geschäft kaputt
Bruder, ist egal, wie viel ich hab’
Doch glaub mir, für mein’n Bruder geb’ ich safe die Hälfte ab
Ist egal, wie viel gekocht wurd’, dank mir werd’n wir alle satt
Und solang ich noch ein Haus hab’, hat mein Bruder seinen Platz, das ist Fakt
Bruder, glaub mir, auf mein Wort kannst du vertrau’n
Wir werden niemals streiten wegen irgendeiner Frau
Bruder, dir ans Bein zu pissen, soll sich ruhig mal einer trau’n
Denn dann fick’ ich seine Mutter und gehe danach ‘n Jahr in Bau
[Pre-Hook]
Mann, ihr lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Schlaft und wacht auf in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
[Hook]
Herzliches Willkomm’n in eurer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Was ihr sagt und macht, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Wer ihr glaubt zu sein, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Was ihr euch vormacht, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Denn ihr lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
[Part 2]
Lass Verkaufszahl’n mal Verkaufszahl’n sein (Verkaufszahl’n sein)
Mich intressiert kein Fame-Status und auch kein Hype (auch kein Hype)
Lass mich auf die Stage, dann weiß die Crowd Bescheid (Crowd Bescheid)
Ich hab’ die Power-Ryhmes und auch das Sound-Design
Kein’n Bock auf den faken Scheiß, bei mir wird noch stagegedivt
Ich geb’ einen Fick auf meine Instagram- und Facebook-Likes
Ich würd’ niemals machen, was ein Mitläufer macht
Und bedien’ kein scheiß Klischee für die Hitkäuferschaft
Glaubt mir, keiner spittet heute noch so hart
Und wär’ ich auf Kommerz aus, hätt’ ich längst schon ‘nen Vertrag
Und dann dropp’ ich ein paar Parts und nach nur ‘nem halben Jahr
Steh’ ich auf ‘ner Stufe mit Kollegah, Snaga und Savas, glaubt mir ma’
Und die Krone dieses Rapgames wäre meins
Doch da geht’s um zu viel Geld und darum lässt man dich nicht rein
Guck mal, so ein’n Spast wie Pillath, den zerleg’ ich doch entzwei
Und trotzdem muss ich struggeln und der Wichser ist schon reich
[Pre-Hook]
Mann, ihr lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Schlaft und wacht auf in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
[Hook]
Herzliches Willkomm’n in eurer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Was ihr sagt und macht, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Wer ihr glaubt zu sein, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Was ihr euch vormacht, ist Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)
Denn ihr lebt in einer Traumwelt (Traumwelt, Traumwelt)

Gustavo Cordera – Tras Tus Ojos Lyrics

No me importa si cambiaste
Si tampoco lo que hiciste;
Ni siquiera si perdiste
Para siempre este tren
Yo no juzgo tu estatura
Ni tampoco tu cintura
Ya no quiero más creer
Que sos el mal y yo el bien
Yo sólo quiero lo que se ve tras tus ojos
Por lo que escondes, yo te quiero
Yo sólo quiero lo que se ve tras tus ojos
Por lo que escondes, yo te quiero
Yo no juzgo tus torpezas
Los engaños repetidos
No me importan tus desvíos
Las banquinas que mordés
No te quiero hacer más daño
Con ojos inquisitivos
Sólo quiero estar contigo
Cuando me necesites
Yo sólo quiero lo que se ve tras tus ojos
Por lo que escondes, yo te quiero
Yo sólo quiero lo que se ve tras tus ojos
Por lo que escondes, yo te quiero
Aunque te escondes
Por lo que escondes, yo te quiero