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Listen Zouzounia - Ax Kounelaki


Lyrics

Will You Still Love Me (Leah Andreone)

Dying to scream
So I hide and sing
A disillusioned voyeur
Studying the sane
God keeps whispering
In the devil's ear
Hallelujah
Things are getting weird
I'm **ly perverted
Possessive and free
I wanna run away
But I never wanna leave
I got an ax to grind
And a mouth to match
You better hear me out
Don't let me crash
The blues in my eyes
Take me swimming
I try to dance
The floor keeps moving
My swollen lips
The words aren't forming
The curtain's coming down
Will you still love me tomorrow
When you find out who I am today
Will you know my name tomorrow
When you hear the things I have to say
Will you still love me tomorrow
I'm black I'm white
I'm the human race
Call me Eve
How's the apple taste
In a perfect world
I'd find my place
Try to change me
What a **ed up waste
My body's cold
The whispers chill me
Expose myself
Am I still pretty
Are you so flawless
Or is it gutless
That you can't accept me
Will you still love me tomorrow
When you find out who I am today
Will you know my name tomorrow
When you hear the things I have to say
Will you still love me tomorrow
When you find out who I am today
Will you know my name tomorrow
When you hear the things I have to say
Talking it into the ground
Do you have the faith knowing what you've found
What others hide I'm laying it down
Conformity is our tragedy
The blues in my eyes
Take me swimming
I try to dance
The floor keeps moving
My swollen lips
The words aren't forming
The curtain's coming down
Will you still love me tomorrow
When you find out who I am today
Will you know my name tomorrow
When you hear the things I have to say
Will you still love me tomorrow
When you find out who I am today
Will you know my name
When you hear the things you hear the things
You're higher
Will you will you
Will you know my name

Hatreds Rise (Testament)

SLASHING
THROUGH THE FIGHT
BEFORE HIM
DRESSED IN THE ARMOR
OF THE DEAD

CROSSED FISTS
CAN'T DENY
THE SWORD SO SWIFT
GETTING CLOSER TO THEIR LAIR

FOLLOW ME AND I'LL GIVE YOU A KING...
(SIIGING OVERTALKING)
FIGHT WITH ME AND KILL FOR YOUR KING

HATRED WAS A MAN OUT TO SEEK
VENGEANCE FOR THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER.
FOR HE IS THE ONE BARES THE MARK
OF THE GREAT WARRIOR KING AND
NO ONE CAN STOP HIM

WAITING
FOR TONIGHT
THE AX SWINGS
INTO BATTLE ON THE WALL

THE HIGH PRIEST
BLESSED THE BLOODSHED
OF DEFEAT
THE SMELL OF DEATH ROAMS
THROUGH THE AIR

STRIKING
BLOWS FROM LIFE
FOR MY KING
DEATHLY VICTIM OF THE BLADE

RISING
FLAMES OF WAR
SHINE THROUGH THE NIGHT
UNTIL THE DAWN THE TROOPERS STORM

STABBING AND SLASHING -
WHEN NIGHT FALLS
THEY ALL MUST DIE...
BEATING AND BASHING
WITH BLOOD LUST
FROM HATREDS RISE...

STABBING AND SLASHING -
THE NIGHTS GONE
ON ONE ALIVE...
BEATING AND BASHING
WITH BLOOD LUST
FROM HATREDS RISE...

Fall River Holedown (Lizzie Borden) (Chad Mitchell Trio)

[spoken]
One very exciting area of folk idiom and folk music to us has always been the hatchet murders in Massachusetts. I think that this quaint bit of suburban living can be explained through the use of our poet laureate, Joe Frazier:

[spoken(Joe)]
Elizabeth Borden took an ax
And gave her mother forty w**s
And when the job was nicely done
She gave her father forty one!

[now the song]
Yesterday in Fall River, Mr. Andrew Borden died
And he got his daughter Lizzie on a charge of homicide.
Some folks say she didn't do it, and others say she did
But they all agree Miss Lizzie B. was a problem sort of kid

'Cause you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Not even if it's planned as a surprise
No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
You know how neighbors love to criticize.

She got him on the sofa where he'd gone to take a snooze
And I hope he went to heaven 'cause he wasn't wearing shoes
Lizzie kind of rearranged him with a hatchet, so they say
And then she got her mother in the same old-fashioned way,

But you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
Not even if you're tired of her cuisine
No, you can't chop your momma up in Massachusetts
You know it's almost sure to cause a scene.

Well, they really kept her hoppin' on that busy afternoon
With both down and upstairs chopping while she hummed a ragtime tune:
They really made her hustle and when all was said and done
She removed her mother's bustle when she wasn't wearing one.

Oh you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
And then blame all the damage on the mice
No, you can't chop your Momma up in Massachusetts
That kind of thing just isn't very nice.

Now, It wasn't done for pleasure and it wasn't done for spite
And it wasn't done because the lady wasn't very bright,
She'd always done the slightest thing that mom and pop had bid
They said, "Lizzie cut it out!" so that's exacty what she did.

But you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
And then get dressed and go out for a walk,
No, you can' chop your poppa up in Massachusetts
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York.

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Shut the door and lock and latch it
Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massahusetts---

[shouted]
Such a snob I heard it said,
She met her pa and cut him dead!

You can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---

[shouted]
Jump like a fish, jump like a porpoise
All join in in a habeas corpus!

No, you can't chop your poppa up in Massachusetts---
Massachusetts is a far cry from New York!


[original production number in New Faces Of 1952]

The Blood Ax Speaks (Hammers Of Misfortune)

Of unholy fire forged
And by inhuman hands created

You're free now, you're free now

Blessed with endless lust for blood
My appetite cannot be sated

You're free now, You're free now

Seven thousand kings I've slain
And seven thousand years I've waited

You're free now, You're free now

When the light of the moon
Is reflected in red
When there's blood on the stone
In the sacred event

Costly, the light of the moon
Saturated in red
Cast the blood on the stone

An Oath Sworn In Hell (Hammers Of Misfortune)

Long I have journeyed and far I have roamed
Weary of searching, I rest by a stone

Then without warning the earth swallowed me
Falling through blackness forever it seemed

Where is this I find myself now?
I hear a voice, familiar somehow....

"Come hither, Come hither" The voice cries to me
Blind in the darkness then what do I see?

The vision of my dream
Floating in liquid flame
Silently beckons me
Across this hellish plain
With dragon's wings she stands
Blood-thirsty ax in hand...

What Brings you to this deathly land?
What do you seek in the land of the damned?

Searching and Searching I finally find
Give me the Ax and let vengeance be mine!

Make me a promise and so it shall be
Swear on your life-blood and so it shall be
Strike me a bargain you cannot betray
Then you may have it and take it away
We'll meet again and you'll do what I ask
Anything I wish no matter the task

This fire that burns inside
It must be satisfied
Burns me to sleep at night
Burns me at dawn's first light
This oath I take and swear
Then let the king beware

Prima Qualita' (Articolo 31)

 
Artista: Articolo 31
Album: Italiano Medio
Titolo: Prima Qualità


J Ax e Dj Jad ancora insieme
E siamo tornati
E alloraaaa!!
Jad fai assaggiare questo basso...

E' una tipica espressione
(risata)
L'evoluzione continua
Articolo 31 ancora do-do-do-domina il party
(risata)
Italiano me-me-me-medio
Italiano medio

E' una tipica espressione della vocalità
Italiano medio
Originalità
Originalità pri-pri-pri-prima qualità-tà
Io capisco che ho ragione, tu lo provi
L'evoluzione continua
Originalità pri-pri-pri-prima qualità-tà
Io capisco che ho ragione, tu lo provi
L'evoluzione continua

Una...
 

Rebirth Of Slick (Cool Like Dat) (Digable Planets)




[Butterfly]
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard rock Brooklyn kids
Us flow a rush when the DJ's boomin classics
You dig the crew on the fattest hip hop records
He touch the kinks and sinks into the sounds
She frequents the fatter joints called undergrounds
Our funk zooms like you hit the Mary Jane
They flock to booms man boogie had to change
Who freaks the clips with mad amount percussion
Where kinky hair goes to unthought-of dimensions
Why's it so fly cause hip hop kept some drama
When Butterfly rocked his light blue-suede Pumas
What by the cut we push it off the corner
How was the buzz entire hip hop era?
Was fresh and fat since they started sayin audi
Cause funks made fat from right beneath my hoodie
The puba of the styles like miles and shit
Like sixties funky worms with waves and perms
Just sendin chunky rhythms right down ya block
We be to rap what key be to lock
But
I'm cool like dat [x7]
I'm cool...I'm cool...
[Ladybug]
We be the chocolates taps on my raps
innovates at the sweeta cat naps
He at the funk club with the vibrate
Them they be crazy down with the ?five plate?
It can kick a plan then a crowd burst
Me I be diggin it with s bump verse
Us we be freakin til dawn blinks an eye
He gives the strangest smile so I say hi (wassup)
Who understood yeah understood the plan
Him heard a beat and put it to his hands
What I just flip let borders get loose
How to consume or they'll be just like juice
If its the shit we'll lift it off the plastic
The babes'll go spastic
Hip hop gains a classic
Pimp playin shock it dont matter I'm fatter
Ax Butta how I zone (man Cleopatra Jones)
And
I'm chill like dat [x7]
I'm chill...I'm chill...
[All]
Blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink..blink....
Think..think..think..think..think..think..think...
[Doodlebug]
We get ya free cause the clips be fat boss
Them they're the jams and commence to goin off
She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it
Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent
Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
Him thats my man with the asteroid belt
They catch a fizz from the Mr. Doodle-big
He rocks a tee from the Crooklyn non-pigs
The rebirth of slick like my gangsta stroll
The lyrics just like loot come in stacks and rolls
You used to find a bug in a box with fade
Now he boogies up your stage plaits twist or braids
And
I'm peace like dat [x7]
I'm Peace
[Butterfly]
Check it out man I groove like dat
I'm smmoce like dat
I jive like dat
I roll like dat
[Ladybug]
Yeah I'm thick like dat
I stack like dat
I'm down like dat
I'm black like dat
[Doodlebug]
Well yo I funk like dat
I'm fat like dat
I'm in like dat
Cause I swing like dat
[Butterfly]
We jazz like dat
We freak like dat
We zoom like dat
We out...we out...

Amici Un Cazzo (Space One)

Ok su myspace ti addo
ma amici un cazzo

va beh io la foto la faccio
ma amici un cazzo

se mandi il drink me lo tazzo
ma amici un cazzo

mi segui dal novantaquattro?
Amici un cazzo

space one:

toglimi il coltello dalla schiena, (sei una iena)
sorridi a me, ad ax a grido e a thema, (e' tutta scena)
poi parli alle spalle perche' senza palle
ti odio a pelle
da quanto sei molle
bello fai cader mascelle
(hai un problema?)
Attento che ti stendo come i panni sul terrazzo
del palazzo, nemici quali amici?! Amici un cazzo
chiuso nel tuo logorarti ( sforzati non riesci)
hai la testa chiusa nella morsa e io sono joe pesci
(zio) pronto con la mazza ci si vede in piazza
dove la mia testa sfasa
poi un altra cosa
per chi osa
(cosa?)
Tenetevi la mano che agli sbirri non la stringo
il falsetto lo fa mango
io il falsone me lo smembro

j-ax:

di amiconi nei miei anni ne ho visti una caterva
in coda per un free drink o per scroccarmi l'erba
pensavano ero babbo natale
con la barba
pensavano un nababbo totale
con la barca
poi ci ha pensato la vita
a sta gente fallita
zio
che incolpa la gente che invece e' riuscita
cioe' io
chi e' andato e' andato e spero a fanculo
cio' che e' stato e' stato
il passato lo rimpiange chi non ha futuro
non serve il leccaculo
a dire che spacco
se canto se rappo
sono cosi' avanti che ho gia' la play 4
col suono mai visto resisto e mi stacco
da voi che siete tutti amici
amici un cazzo

ok su myspace ti addo
ma amici un cazzo

va beh la foto la faccio
ma amici un cazzo

se mandi il drink me lo tazzo
ma amici un cazzo

mi segui dal novantaquattro?
Amici un cazzo

grido:

vieni pure a chiedere perche' non ti saluto?!
Lo sai tu meglio di me quindi e' inutile che discuto
nessuno ha chiesto il tuo aiuto
se passo resta seduto
ed impara un po' a stare muto
e' gia' tanto se non ti sputo!
Mo fai l'amico ma chi ti ha mai conosciuto?
Tipo questo e s.f. significa "sei fottuto"
mi fan la guerra del rap leggo sui titoli
poi se li becco al club ' sti qua chiedono i featuring
tu sputa merda hai una bella faccia di tolla
il tuo fiato al collo s'incolla appena rollo una jolla
"bella come butta?"
butta che fai la muffa
rimani a bocca asciutta
ce la fumiamo tutta

thema:

lo spingo alla tua fidanzata
da anni ormai
sai la tua tipa non e' appagata e gode con noi
io ho
10 anni di palchi tu di abbaiate al bar
e amici un cazzo qua oh ciccio qui si e' fatto storia
tu venderesti il tuo culo per un attimo di gloria
mi infami sin dai novanta mirando alla mia schiena
mo la tua tipa e' gia in tanga e vuol succhiarlo a thema
ho rasato aiuole piu' di grignani
tu fai sesso con le tue mani
badi
a perdere tempo a sparlare di me
nani fora di ball lo sai non ce ne'
fai quello di strada ma il papi ha i dane'
se ti incontro parcheggio le mani li
al tuo indirizzo
la mia amicizia lo sai non ha prezzo
ma quali amici qui amici un cazzo

ok su myspace ti addo
ma amici un cazzo

va beh la foto la faccio
ma amici un cazzo

se mandi il drink me lo tazzo
ma amici un cazzo

mi segui dal novantaquattro?
Amici un cazzo

I Luh Hur (Akinyele)




I luh hur, I luh hur, I luh hur
My girl is pregnant, I'm ready to start splitting
All around the town on the down low was the girl that I was hitting
Everyone knows I used to luh huh
I don't want this pregnant talk to get back to my mother
Shit! I just can't believe it
I thought me and this lady had came to a mutual agreement
But I was dead wrong, her trick was evil and ill
All along girlfriend I though you was still on the pill
Step to the G-Y-N
The gynecologist, miss, so we can put this to an END
You'll need some dough, I'll probably LEND
You wanna play Biz Mark AGAIN
And tell him I'm just a FRIEND
So buy me Newports, cause as I smoke
All I do is think about you and child support
But I don't got papes, I got money
Sticking up and messing up when I went outta state
So you can stop all that FIENDIN'
With your damn SCHEMIN'
You're Christopher Williams cause you must be DREAMIN'
Wake up and escape
And while you're at it why don't you throw away your Jodeci tapes
Cause you can be forever my lady, but I ain't with no baby
Ah, ah, no ifs ands or maybes
I ain't old enough and ain't trying to hear it
So don't steal my youth cause I'm still young in spirit
That belly blows up, it's gonna be trouble
Imma have to play like a pin and come pop that bubble
Find Chucky if you want child's play
I'll give your**a hanging and drop you off in an alleyway
This is a diary of a black man
By making no alimony payments due to no wedding bands
So ax that talk about MARRAGE
Miss, you must of misunderstood, I want you to have a MISCARRAGE
I'm fed up, and sorry that I've done it
I'm ready to set her up and have my little man kick her in the stomach
Or punch my fist through that naval
Cause I'll be damned if this be the hand that rocks the cradle
Or push her down a flight of steps
I don't care or give a heck
About the people under the stairs
I'm all about a home made ABORTMENT
My name's not Pat, so don't send Jack Black
This ain't the damn Wheel of FORTUNE
I don't want no pause or no PORTION
Next time woman you should proceed with CAUTION
It ain't all about boy and girl
A half hour past the Cosby Show
Cause you, it's a whole different world
And yom that's how live I am
Use a diaphragm, I get it off your chest like a mammogram
Oh brother, word to mother
Just cause I talk this shit don't get me wrong
Yo, I still luh hur
I luh hur (repeat 5X)
Nobody tell her, because I luh hur
I luh hur (repeat 8X)

Ike Turner (Dre Dog)




[Featuring Mack 10]
(Juss woke up head hurt...)
(Coughing)
Sorry Ike I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mack 10)
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M A C 1 0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat
But ** that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog get way back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't ** with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now **in mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
(Mac 10)
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as i crizack your back
For **in with the Mac, you dirty**rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
(Dre Dog)
I be that nigga that be the motha**a here
The motha**a there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Take her up and down like a motha**in elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the motha**in money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a mutha**as heart on cold
Stoppin motha**as like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on 180 jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your motha**in neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a **in million dollar check
To a heffa who's name was tattooed on his neck


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