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Dua Sejoli (Dewa 19)

Usap air matamu
Yang menetes di pipimu
Ku pastikan semuanya
Akan baik-baik saja

Bila kau terus pandangi
Langit tinggi di angkasa
Tak kan ada habisnya
S'gala hasrat di dunia

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What's Up With That (Master P)

((Master P))
Yo, Silkk man pass me a 40 you ready to do this shit or what
Lets show these mother**ers

((Chorus))
Master P dont take no bullshit
What up with that x4

((Master P))
I anit no joke and the TRU should be told
I write some rhymes and this shit go gold
Master P dont take no bullshit, thats what they sayin
straight to the top, endo they layin
Its time to house the set, and put some some punks to rest
and let you mother**er know that im the best
back in the days I used to lie for fun
now im gettin and im number 1
hardcore jams, and dope fiend beats
man I never sell out punk that just mean

((Chorus))

((Master P))
ahh once again
from the south now im kickin it in cali
I spot a gold chain, a beaper, and some balli
my main intension is to get paid
forget fame I write some shit that **s with you head
like Issi, kissi, risso, get off my jock your little his hoe
bates heads out for the pissite
mothers leaving kids in the middle of the nizzight
runnin those kids just holler
but the dope man dont give a **, hes all about the dizzolars
but if you mess with me, you pressin you luck
cute la shoot luber im a rapper that dont give a **

((Chorus))

((Master P))
from the hood, but you know I aint a gangbanger
a straight, could never be a slanger
I left home because mom started bitchin
now im gettin pid livin from the rags to the riches
hoes only out for the money
brothers on the corners gettin bossed like dummies
I cant drive through the hood without dogin the cops
young girls used to jump, roll now they sellin cock
my brother used to play nintendo
now the only game is to sell that endo
our house the set like a vet
im the new kid on the block, you bet
**in with P you got a hella of nerve
go back to sesame street, you look like big bird
or put your dukes up punk if you want some
or get your**chewed like bubble gum

((Chorus))

((Master P))
Ahhh
Ive been ruling the mic ever since my younger days
them C's start shivering, cause im sharper than a razorblade
control the crowd like a shark in the ocean
subsitising my rhymes like a genie posion
my dj g scratch gives him a hit
but the cops cant catch P cause im legit
the no limit mafia, is on the hip-hop scene
and if you down with master p, let me hear you scream

((Chorus))

((Master P))
yeah we out here chillin in K-Lou studios

What Are Silly Girls Made Of (The Genius/GZA)




Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
A neck full of gold, material things huh
That's what silly girls are made of

Verse One:

On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine
A slave of mental death of only she was divine
Walking down my ex-block, the block Munroe
I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
So I started to rain on this young girl's brain
Causin her a great mass of physical pain
She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt
She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
You say, "FTF is always there."
Yes FTF meaning face-to-face
The main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Two:

There has never been a dame in my entire life
My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
There has never been one who tried to disrespect
Especially a member of the opposite **
Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out
But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
Silly girls, they think guys are soft
But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
And just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
Other than dense they play slightly bold
But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself
They break down, and they start to cry and said
"Oh! I don't believe this guy!"

Chorus:

Now what are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Guys with cash" "can rock my big a--"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Three:

Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off
Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
And attitudes, like you can get anything
You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
when young, now take a look at what you've become
A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
And playin it off, like everything's Oreida
You come out late at night and roam the streets
like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
Is that what you do for a living get paid?
C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of

First of all, don't leave home without it
Without what?
The gold card
I'm tryin to tell you now
I don't lay on my back for free
You know as they say
If you wanna Taney
Ya gots ta pay

Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
Baby let's talk about your assets first
Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
What kind of car you drivin baby?
I got a new Yugo
A Yugo? C'mere
You go, get in your Yugo
and get on out of here!
Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and Bud Light money
Bud Light money? A Yugo? A thirty-five hundred dollar car?
And you steppin to this? I take only Benz's and better love
Forget about the love it's all about the money
So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
That's where it's at
Yeah, money

Sick (Sneaker Pimps)

I'll play your games with your **,
with electric shocks
Learn to let myself loose
and be the dummy in your snapshots
I'll play your games
learn to get on with your backward fans
Stick my body in the sun
and help to get rid of the white tan

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

I'll play your games,
mark the names with the blackest spots
If you're building me up
to be the target for your cheap shots
I'll play your games
keep a blind eye on the main chance
Strip my body of its skin
and try to cancel out the white trash

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

I'll play your games
if your aim is for the quick fix
Cause I know what you wanted
and i know how you got it
I'll play your games
if you play out in the fast lane
Learn to jump into the road
and hope to save a little lost face

And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me
And maybe then you wouldn't get so sick of me

Business (Treble Charger)

There's better ways to let me know
Leave a message, slip a note
In a place I'll never find
Should be careful of what you say
Could all catch up to you someday
Ignore it twice, you know
It won't go away

But everytime I listen
I get your words stuck in my head

And I know it's not my business
Do I mean anything at all
Cause I've been waiting for so long

Someone tell me what went wrong
Am I still getting dragged along
I've got the scars to prove it
You say you're happy and content
But every fight's the main event
And now I'm in the corner spitting blood and spent

But everytime I listen
I get your words stuck in my head
And I don't think I see things
Quite the same as you would want me to
Cause I can't be that cruel

Commander (Herbert Grönemeyer)

COMMANDER

du fuhrst noch nie nach oregon
mein ami-schlitten aus chrom
vor dreißig jahren
warst du die sensation
mein kinder-spielzeugauto-traum
steht links vom telefon
roter commander, fahr doch schon!

der himmel ist groß
die highway rast davon
und die zeit ist zeitlos
ich seh oregon!

und sie heißt marylin!
some like it hot!
in salem die main street
mein bus stop ist noch dort
ich komme, marylin!

doch du fährst nie nach oregon
mein ami-schlitten aus chrom
denn heutzutage
bist du längst schrott und illusion
mein verstaubter spielzeug-traum
parkst links vom telefon

roter commander, fahr doch schon!

der himmel ist groß
die highway rast davon
und die zeit ist zeitlos
ich seh oregon!

und sie heißt marylin
some like it hot
in salem die main street
mein bus stop ist noch dort

ein song aus beton
die räder singen mit
ich sitze im fond
wo ist der zenit,
marylin?

The Other Side Of Me (Anouk)

Do I really want to know myself
Do I want to see
Why I'm wonderin' every morning, who's it gonna be today

Staring in the mirror, come tell me, who's that under my skin
And what's the reason they're here for
Tell me what is my own true face
Tell me what is my own true face

But hey here I come
I'm the show's main attraction
I'm a beautiful creature
That's what I am, yeah that's what I am

But the other side of me
I can't explain why I've become
Negative as can be
I'm wonderin' where it's coming from
I know I can't do without it, sure makes me what I am
So I will never stop believin'
In that I love myself someday
In that I love myself someday

But hey here I come
I'm the show's main attraction
I'm a beautiful creature
Yeah that's what I am, Hey that's what I am

i dont wanna hurt you (prince johnny feat d nice)

i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love D NICE love is one only thing that's you can't ever touch the way you give me your tongue baby you make me blush when i looking into your eyes hun you can see i'm fallin love yeah! yeah! lanmou ke'm gen pou ou son lanmou enkomprab chak jou lide'm sou ou viv san ou m'pa kwè m'ap kapab se ou ki tout pou mwen e se ou ki bay viv sans se ou ki gen kontwòl mwen e poumwen son rekompans BONDYE ka banm bèl ti madanm bote tout fanm marye avè'w depi lontan se sa'm te genyen kòm planm wè sim ta blese'w bb m' pap t'ap gen padon BONDYE m'ap toujou nan pye'w ou se sèl sen m' ka adore ou se sèl fanm ki plase nan vi'm tou avè'w mwen janm m' ka fè avni'm tou m'pa kwè lòt jan m'ka toumante lespri'm tou sa se love queen san lajan ou paka achte (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love & D NICE pa gen etap , ki pèse nan vi'm sou pa, sou lage nan vi'm se tach ou,ki rete nan vi'm sa se kè'm m'ap ba'w ou dwe kwè m'avè'w pou pa koute les ennemi(es) n'ap blow formul kise ban'm m'ap ba'w tout se louvri kò'w drog pa'm nan baby gen lè, se lè mwen fin goute'w grog pa'm nan swetty se nan gòj mwen m'ap mezire'w han! ou se baton vyeyès mwen bèl déesse mwen bèl nègès mwen pou tout tan m'ap viv se ou pou ki kontwole, tansyon tès mwen fò'w gen rezon des saisons lady pou di'm ke w'ale pap janm gen saison ni rezon avè'w destine'm trase sa se sweet love pou sa'm pap janm pòv pou ou'm dwe plis chòv i don't wanna hurt you baby girl what s'up the way you touch me lady you break my heart han! baby you break my heat (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna hug you i don't wanna hurt you i'm ready got no time, for stories can i be the one, you calling funny funny and i hope you understand pregnant my heat with by kissing my baby i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love ou prince johnny yeah man d nice all ladies know yeah that's love that's love T.R.F

Freedom / Give Me My Freedom (Marley Marl)




featuring M.C. Shan

[Verse 1]
It's Shan's what I'm called I stand tall and brave
And me and Marley Marl is as close as a shave
My rhymes lock jaw like a pitbull bite
Suckers always try to sleep on me cause I look light
See a lotta wack rappers try to rack their brains
To feel a style of MC come on break these chains
Speak now or hold your peace when I decide to pass it
But every rhyme you ever had could never surpass this
If rhymes were food, the main source for livin
You would swear that every line of my rhyme was thanksgiving
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy, give me my freedom

[Verse 2]
I wanna break away clean, I mean virtually spotless
And all year long I been schemin and plottin this
If beats were cakes, then my rhymes'd get frosted
This is '88 and I still ain't lost it
For all of those who still got a doubt in their mind
There ain't a rapper livin bad enough to take mine
There ain't no studio-illusion and no scratch-syncin
Stop - if that's what you're thinkin
Write rhymes simultaneously, say em in pairs
And I would hate to have a rapper proclaim it theirs
Instead in comin in a limo, bring a casket and hearse
Before we speak we'll hear the preacher from the deacon first
We won't be gathered that day to unite no couple up
Marley, are we gettin this on tape? (Yup)
All you dirty low-down better slow down faster
Your technique isn't good enough to hang with the master
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I dont need em
Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom

[Verse 3]
I'm the opposite of what you say a slob is
Dumpin suckers off is exactly what my job is
I'm feared like Napoleon and blessed like Buddah
You couldn't face me solo, you'd have to bring your crew to
Dump me off, I don't recollect the mumble
I ain't soft, homeboy, and picture me crumble
And forget all of those that don't like my rap
I don't be kickin that old shooby-dooby-doo-wop crap
Rappers often brag about their bitin deejay
But they can't do Marley nothin, no how, so hey
It's clear to the ear what I'm sayin, son
That's why we feel like slaves on the freedom run
And each and every time a wack rapper walks by me
His head starts singin: Come on and fly me...
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid, give me my freedom

[Verse 4]
We can do this like Brutus, I'm not mad, I'm pissed
This parade of mine I doubt that you can rain on this
You couldn't place my rhymes amongst mortal men
When I be rhymin on beats that set the hip-hop trend
I will always exist because I'm bein preserved
Don't agree to set me free, then you gotta be served
I earned a name amongst society as lyrically ill
But yet I'm loyal, see, cause marley hooks the beat up still
There's no way that you could say there's a day I'd fess
Hamana-hamana-nothin, you can kill that mess
My rhymes are ruthless, no heart, and totally wretched
And if they was to fall down then the beats would catch it
I don't bite styles, weak rhymes, I don't need em
Stop jockin me, boy, jockin me, son, jockin me, punk
Jockin me, kid, give me my, give me my, give me my freedom

Peace Is Not The Word To Play (Remix) (Main Source)




(Peace!) Piece of what?
You can't mean P E A C E
Cause I've seen people on the streets
Shoot the next man and turn around and say peace
But that's leaving people in pieces
It's not what the meaning of peace is
To me it means absence of all confusion
Not the oozing and brusing
That we're all so accumstomed to
Your friend got beef? I'll bust him too
What a brother from a certain way of life explained to me once, dunce
He didn't realize the fact that
He and myself were brothers on the same rope
Now last month he got hemmed up, huh, that's all she wrote
So I can get up where she left the exclamation
Looking for an explanation
Little kids think that peace is a word that you use to sound down
And I frown
Cause that's what I was told at eaight years old
And now I'm trying to break the mold
So stop the dominoes
Because I think it's about time that everyone knows

Peace! But everybody's in terror
We're going back to the caveman era
Where people got killed, without the chance to build
Shame how the plane is filled
With so many so-called intellects
That can't use a word in its proper context
Needless to say I'm vexed, so what's next?

Peace! It's not the word to use
When at the same time you got the plans to abuse
Folks not on their P's and Q's
I'll see you in the news
Somebody screwed up the diction
You might die looking for the right definition
Cause "peace" nowadays means "gun," or "gotta run"
30 years from now we'll wonder how the younger generation got foul
Look at what we teach them today
Peace is not the word to play

Ayo, corny or not, we gotta stop saying "peace" and not meaning it
Know what I'm saying? Main Source forever, y'all
Peace is not the word to play


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