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Listen Lebanese lullaby_yalla tnam yalla tnam


Lyrics

Lebanese Blonde (Thievery Corporation)

Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind

A satellite recalled your voice
Sent me round the world again
All the night you've dreamt away
Sent me round my heart again
One touch upon my lips
And all my thoughts are clear
I feel your smoky mist
Up to the stratosfear

Did you notify my way
To hide a wonder why
I've touched this place before,
So we're in another time
Now I can hear the sound
The clouds drifting through the blidge
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind

Did you notify my way
To hide a wonder why
I've touched this place before,
So we're in another time
Now I can hear the sound
The clouds drifting through the blidge
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind

Far From Yours (O.C.)




featuring Yvette Michelle

Uhh yeah phenomenon yeah
[Yvette] Ooooh yeah baby far from yours ohh yeah

Verse One: O.C.

Yo time is most limited I'm back on the scene
O replenishes potency like four or five Guinnesses
Hennessey's flourishing O.C.is nourishing
Performin miracles ill and mad lyrical
What stands before your very eyes is a
one man stand alone phenomenon
Microphone misery you sufferin taste my repetoire
in your face like a buck fifty, done with the razor
I'm felt by Aztecs, felt by Asians
Portuguese Lebanese and even Caucasians
Every form of power, they respect my stats
Slap me five, with former leader drink Cognac with diplomat
Retard your whole brigade, cave in your brain waves
(With subliminal messages) makin party people slaves
Ya hit reverse to rewind, and defy my cause
"One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours"

Chorus One: Yvette Michelle

He's no average M.C., with a smile on his face
Though they'll try to bite his style, no one can duplicate

Verse Two: O.C.

I be the chosen one, beyond the Moet and Cristal
A son of King and a Queen, therefore ability
for song run in my genetics
I gave ideas to L. Ron Hubbard to write books on Dianetics
FedEx your info, if you wanna show the manager
Mr. Dave make sure give us a good payday too
I was assigned to Earth, on a mission
to spread worldwide my glorious compositions
Notes are like B sharps floatin
out of my mouth from start to finish til the song diminish
My lyrical energy bring out envy in most MC's
who listen to O, he didn't know me before
Then you know who I are now, bitin my style
That's a crime to be dealth with but we take it to trial
Verdict is in, the judge know my beef has cause
"One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours"

Chorus Two: Yvette Michelle

He's no average MC, with a smile on his face
And though you try to bite his style, no one can duplicate
He can flow anywhere ya want, he can rhyme any time you say
And he's never ever ever too far, from tomorrow, today

Verse Three: O.C.

You may never find a MC well orchestrated like a symphony
Some'll go down in history, some in infamy
The infamy will be somewhat a mystery
As long as my name O.C. live on through infinity
My identity, will ring bells in all facilities
From fans to enemies I'm the antidote and remedy
I'ma philosophize, analyze, no question
If I die I'ma return like Jesus' resurrection
I'm a blessin to the rap game, my claim to fame is when
I dissapear reappear, I put rappers to shame
Plain and simple, in common English, what I distinguish
the meanest lyric flamethrower your career's over
Finesse a mic Casanova, Don Juan or MC
The people need a change, this rap shit is deranged
Yo Raider, flip the fader, let em know my cause
"One thing I do is keep em different, and far from yours"

Chorus Two (Roc Raider cuts and scratches the "one thing" sample)
Chorus Two repeats

[Yvette] Never too far, never...

History Of Violence (Belly)

Middle east
Lets go
Chyeaaa
Got a lot of shit on my chest
Lot of weight on my shoulders
too much shit on my mind
I gotta let it out
My people need me
Hah, look, we

Ain't a fool, I was born on a war torn corner,
Jeneen, Falasteen, full of steam where the bombs stormed on us,
Tried to escape but they never fore warned us,
We'd end up with the weight of the whole world on us,
Whats the difference between peace and war
You can make war from peace, but not peace from war,
Maan, why you think they teach us for, what the speech is for,
Cant nobody f**kin speak no more,
Maan, im getting to the point I cant breathe no more,
Cause all I ever breathe is disease of war,
Young soldiers die before there seeds are born,
It go back and forth like somebody's keepin score
In the final they need somebody else- No,
We all know they do mean help is close.
I want peace, I guess that makes me a dreamer,
This is for the victims of the Middle East and Katrina, yeea

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

We aint askin you to love us, stop tryin to judge us,
Who made the decision to go ahead and say f**k us,
What you seeing them hover,
no matter how high them warplanes fly, God's above em.
What happened to Palestinian rights, Lebanese freedom,
A war aimed at civilian life,
buildings get shot down, Children go fight,
millions watch but they keep on killing despite,
im watching daughters cry, over fathers that die,
Hit the power plants, no power, no water supply,
Forget the lies, this is when the truth comes in,
They hit airports and ports and no food comes in,
Ma spinning as the world's revolving,

right now we teaching our kids,
if there is problems only war can solve it
truth or dare, tell the truth I dare,
this callus betoy us like the who don't mayor,
there is people out there, too broke to give us their 2 cents,
I speak for them, if you relate I speak for you too then,
They say peace, but--- we don't have clue when,
How we let them drop bombs on the UN,
Tears trickled down my face, This is a war on my race,
So don't expect me to fall in my place,
thinking that kids, they can be replaced,
its a disgrace, over four million civilians displaced,
tryin to hold back the cries, one hand on his mouth,
his pops died at eleven, he the man of no house,
aint no planning it out, this what lameness is about,
and you be damned if you let them kick his family out,
I have seen it, in my dream and,
they call us names when they acting like extremists,
they left us in pieces, that's not what peace is,
that's not the teachings of Muhammad, Moses, Jesus,
come on.

Do we deserve this, is it worth it,
Why the f**k they got us feeling like we worthless,
They do it on purpose, and it's working,
Heyy, I aint tryin to say to be perfect
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history of violence
We had a history.

What happened to our history,
All the good we have done,
Ya'll base your opinions on us,
based on what 2 percent of
our religion thinks,
or the race thinks,
we lost a million civilians in Iraq,
that's more people than any terrorist strike ever took,
we lost more american soldiers
than we did innocent lives on September 11,
how does that equal out,
and so for all of you,
money, political game, fame.
What happened to be civilized people,
we are a civilization, aren't we?
For all the people that lost their lives in
Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon,
anywhere else across the world, this is for you.

The Visine (Maestro)

(there's been just a slight delay folks,
they just had a little technical problem, please be paitent.
You know you're gonna see one of the best
shows you've seen in a long, long time.
The Maestro will kick some butt here)

Back in this kid
Straight up and down
Emcees gonna see a differnt type of light right about now, son
It's the Maes', baby

[Chorus]
Boo nigga, the heat's on nigga
Laugh a nigga up for something that he wasn't

Yo yo
From Galloway to Waterloo
I slaughter troops
Chicken's give me head while I'm puffin' a blunt
Watchin' college hoops
Y'all don't wanna scuffle
That's like Micheal Johnson racin' Donovan Bailey
You're faked to pull a muscle
In a tussle, I'd take you
Maes' is on some Rocky four rap draco shit
(gotta break you)
** you and your fake crew
I'm the deadliest verbal monster
Like Prince, I'll purify your wife, and lay your man a Tonka
The black Moses, I blessed you
Mr. Maes', back to the rescue
Got poetry to hoes and dress too
I'm top gunnin'
I'm over comin'
My shit is so stunning, I can even make Craig G say
(mmm, mmm, mmm. Ain't that somethin')
Runnin' with the fly around, watch how the messiah shine
My interscope goes deep as Jimmy Iovine
You'd best beleive
Even Lebanese chicks never leave
Melodies'll breeze Beleeze to Tel Aviv
nigga

[Chorus]

I'm screamin' on all you emcees
Like Isrealites and white people
You'd could never make a sequel to my joint Drop The Needle
Backbone, even if you're smokin' crack stone
Mixed with cheeba
You'd never win, G
You'd better stay down to earth like them twins be
I'm warinin' ya, you've never seen such a champion
The only emcee on a national anthem (tell 'em son)
From Brampton to the Hamptons
Teeny-boopers love me like them young kids to Hanson
The brother with the phattest beats
From here to Anthens, Greece
I go to church and still run up in the pastor's niece
It's sicknin', I'm tellin' you friend
Even Prime Minister Chretian knows I'm tres bein

[Chorus]

Cold (Sunz Of Man)




Chorus: BizMarkie *sampled* 3x

I walked away and I lived too cold

Intro: Hell Razah

This goes out.
This what y'all niggaz all been looking for.
A litte story for all my brothers.
You know what I'm saying? Sunz of Man return.
We gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
Just when it got cold.
Cold Sunz we got jewels we gon' walk on by and keep it moving.
Check it. Moving. Word up.

[Hell Razah]
Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless
The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell King Tut' with it
Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it
Sharp and on point, ** the tricks of the government
Money rules the world, watch my people suffering
Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed
Some read what they don't need, give to seed
Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues
Microphone masked MC's, Macabees
Hard head MC's get told and still they freeze
The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe
The best thing you know is the spots to find weed
Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling
Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, life publishing

(Chorus: 2x)

[Hell Razah]
Have to walk on by and keep it moving

[Prodigal Sunn]
I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
In my lifestyle of hard times and good times
Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind
Born intelligent, ** elegant, I represent
For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents
Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny
Crews sweeter than honey, stars ** for all they money
Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy
Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy's
The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty
Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated
Never thought he could be faded
Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles
With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little Keith and Tariff
A walking death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this
The fifth of September, he felt helpless and breathless

(Chorus)

[Hell Razah]
Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out
Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters
Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better
Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear
Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups
You won't need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag
Hungry comrads get they guns from a-rabs
With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the program
Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives
Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones,
We all came from the same throne
Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home

(Chorus: 3.5x)

Il Bat (Calogero)

Il en a vu
Tomber des hommes au sud au nord
Il en verra
De toutes les couleurs encore

Il est le même
Que l'on soit d'ici ou d'ailleurs
Il est le coeur de nos problèmes

Mais tant qu'il bat
Comme le sang dans nos veines
S'il bat
Le combat vaut la peine

S'il s'aime
Qu'il se brise tant
Qu'il bat
C'est pourtant que l'on s'aime

S'il est si lâche
Quand tu l'attaches
Mon amour
Il sera lourd
Si tu me lâches

Mais tant qu'il bat
Comme le sang dans tes veines
S'il bat
Le combat vaut la peine

S'il s'aime
Qu'il se brise tant
Qu'il bat
C'est pourtant que je t'aime

Mais tant qu'il bat
Comme le sang dans tes veines
S'il bat
Le combat vaut la peine

S'il saigne
Qu'il se cogne tant
Qu'il rêve
C'est toujours que l'on s'aime

Hash My Father Scored (Michael A. Patterson)

It was gold and it was beautiful and it cost 2 pence a gram
He scored it on the ferry coming back from Amsterdam
He said it's just like Lebanese from the bygone days of yore
And when I can I like to smoke the hash my father scored

That green grass and resin so fine
It gives you a feeling so devine
It would raise both the dying and the living
That green grass and resin so fine.

When my father died he left to me his house and all his tin
I opened the Good Book and found a Kilo stashed within
And now when I'm unhappy and sometimes when I'm bored
I light a spliff in memory of the hash my father scored

That green grass and resin so fine
It gives you a feeling devine
It would raise both the dying and the living
That green grass and resin so fine.

But now the years have passed and gone and all that hash has flown
You can't get stuff like that these days I've even tried home-grown
But I can still remember how upward I have soared
Outflying British Airways on the hash my father scored

That green grass and resin so fine
It gives you a feeling devine
It would raise both the dying and the living
That green grass and resin so fine.

It was gold and it was beautiful and it cost 2 pence a gram
He scored it on the ferry coming back from Amsterdam
He said it's just like Lebanese from the bygone days of yore
And when I can I like to smoke the hash my father scored

KL To Beirut (The Marmalade)

CHORUS (X2):

Kuala Lumpur to Beirut we come through
Mic Check 1 - 2 ... Beat hyped like Kung-Fu
We just want you to let loose and bump to
right sets, love move take flight like monsoons

Verse 1:
Im the Grim reaper feed on yo weak heart
Vibrate through the radio waves of the speaker
I raise the heat up so i take a break and feature
Cuz DJ Fuzz's track can't wait for a beat up
Buckle yo seat up, we going for a ride
Far East to the Middle connected a second time

You get it? We gettin' live! This record is recognized
I said it, so let it vibe nod yo head and make it bop
it's hell'a hot, hate to break it to ya
but this is Malaysian nature, hot beats to shake ya
Make ya heartbeats beat to the beat like pacemakers
For the cherry on top we drop Lebanese Flava
So when we droppin' it, you coppin' it
Remember this a continent connected to dominate
and make our reign prominent... this just the intro
... So smile... Why you down like Down's Syndrome

CHORUS(X2)

VERSE 2:
This the second verse, necklace to match the purse
Wrestlin' the words, gotta invest it to grab its worth
So no matter where you at'a on this earth
Ima reach you like a doctor reach you and great you at ya birth
International track like asthma attacks

The 1st time you hear it, it will always pass back
Have that chick back that big phat zaa
Rich like Nasdaq Fiiiiiiiire! Like Baghdad
The club banger call it some dubb anthem
Call it whatever you wanna call it long as it's handsome
Beat like Delaylah while I beat it like Samson
Typa Buzz to make Fuzz put this on his album
So ladies and boys come enjoy
Drink yo drinks and make noise (HOOO!)
I Say M A - L A - Y - S I A
Typa place where we drink till we M - I A

HOOK:


I'm From M A - L A - Y - S I A
Typa place where we party till we M - I - A
I'm from Beirut City where the Semi's spray
So follow me and do exactly as I say

I Say M A - L A - Y - S I A
Typa place where we party till we M - I - A
I'm from Beirut City *Ana 'arabey*
So follow me and do exactly as I say

Uhhuh

CHORUS (X2)

Ella Ella (Kazim Koyuncu)

ella ella metz ella
entu ka viyella
entu kağin aghçkenin yar
asti kagsiyuz yalla
lusnika erand kiser
hayde ertag askiser
hedev çagn tsemer gélli yar
viyel ertag askiser
aye garmilig aye
modinidal kaocana yar
cutme ghavag ar aye
covelin ognuke
kukuliim kukuli
deveg intsi im sevdan yar
yesal astezun kuli

21th Century Boy (Sigue Sigue Sputinick)

Stereo
video
sci-fi **
let's go-g-go
let's go.
Saturn dreams. lazer beams
21st century
** machines.
Can the cartier
toss the tissot
timex kJd
time to go go.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- This is a new age of television -
Siamese
Lebanese
Chinese speaking strip T V.s
Singapore
El Salvador
Coca Cola.
Mercury
luxury
shove that fender fist at me.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- Ladies and gentlemen
there is 1990 -
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
Embryo
UFO
freak
oh psycho horror show.
Hips and lips and beauty queens - let's party -.
Venus ramp
**y tramp
make-up muck my Vegas vamp.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
- An American dream
An American dream -
I'm a space cowboy
I'm a 21st century whoopee boy.
I'm a space cowboy
g-g-generation whoopee boy.
Let's go
go
go
let's go
let's go;
let's go
go
go
let's go
let's go;
Let's go
go
go
let's go
let's go;
let's go
go
go
let's go
let's go;
- I love technolosy!-
- I love technolosy!-


Video


An old lebanese lullaby yalla tnam yalla tnam sanged by fairouz.




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