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Listen Bro.Anil Kumar Testimony


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overcome (rob mills)

Seated above, enthroned in the Father's love Destined to die, poured out for all mankind God's only son perfect and spotless one He never sinned, but suffered as if he did All authority, every victo-ry is Yours All authority, every victory is Yours Chorus: Savior, worthy of honor and glory, worthy of all our praise, You overcame Jesus, awesome in power forever,awesome and great is Your name,You overcame Power in hand speaking the Father's plan You're sending us out, light in this broken land We will overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony, everyone overcome

Jai Jai Shiv Shankar (Kishore Kumar Featuring Lata Mangeshka)

Chorus : Hai Jai Bolo Shiv Shankar Ki Jay
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya

Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Kishore: Hey Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Lata : Ek Ke Do
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Do Ke Chaar
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Mujh Ko To
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Ek Ke Do
Do Ke Chaar
Mujh Ko To
Dikhte Hain
Kishore : Aisa Hi Hota Hai Jab Do Dil Milte Hai
Lata : Sar Pe Zameen Paanv Ke Neeche Hai Aasmaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : O Bansi Bhaiyya..He He He..

O More Raja Bade Jatna Se ki Chune teri phulwaari ke ri..

Lata : Kandhe Pe
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sar Rakh Ke
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Tum Mujh Ko
Kishore : Hmmm
Lata : Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Kandhe Pe
Sar Rakh Ke
Tum Mujh Ko
Sone Do
Kishore : Masti Men Jo Chahe Ho Jaye Ho Ne Do
Lata : Aise Men Tum Ho**e Ho Bade Beimaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Brrrr Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi Main Mar Jaoongi
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi
Chorus : He He He..Kya Kya

Kishore : Raste Mein
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Hum Dono
Lata : Hmmm
Kishore : Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Raste Mein
Hum Donon
Ghar Kaise Jayenge
Lata : Ghar Wale (ahh)Ab Hum Ko (ahh)Khud Lene Aayenge
Kishore : Kuchh Bhi Ho Lekin Maza Aa**a Meri Jaan Ho
Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Sau Rabadi
Lata : Sau Rabadi
Kishore : Jai Jai Shiv Shankar Kaanta Lage Na Kankar
Ke Pyala Tere Naam Ka Piya
Lata : Ho O O Gir Jaoongi (Aye) Main Mar Jaoongi (Aye)
Jo Tune Mujhe Thaam Na Liya
O Sau Rabadi

Chorus : Are Bajaao Re Bajaao Imaandaari Se Bajaao He He

N Tha North Bay (Zigidy)

VERSE 1
You faulty trying to salt ** your hating trying to hault me
Original gamers taught me so you suckas cant get got me
Im naughty Nathan nice the west turf is where I soaked
Whats your name baby three weeks later she was broke
Im just that type of playa aint no simpness so observe
Im plotting on this hoe for what she gotting pimpness heard
I was told you hella young but you laced like you was twenty feven
Im a differ with opinions ** na im agreeing
A back seat type of guy that's what I be
Unless you kicking down hoe ** a telly
I tell a bitch like this yo ** it
If you aint really with get your as out my bucket
Im Sworn in this game like my potna d.o.g.
My playa west slang got you geekin off young zigidy
First I takes a puff befo I **s wit this eight loop
So you can deck it out in your pimped out caddy coop
(ha ha) baby wasn't trippin that I left her at the motel
get in tuch with this when your purse is filled with hoe mail
im a playboy potna west downs where I kick
where I call a girl a bitch and rap dope shit
where we shake counter fits and we hit that dank
quick to cuss at a bitch for trying to sit on my paint
playas aint tripping since the town turned
gang signs aint thrown how much money you earn
a small town with some big names
playas like zigg spitting pimp game
rollas trying to rush so them rollas I dust
I do it like a chevy wit some ups im gone


VERSE 2
Im hearing this and that how you jelous thoughts going to hold me back
And being incarsarated wasn't shit but a place to rap
Still kept in contact like hi wit all my real folks
Twomp on my convisary homie your time will approach
Im like damn the da got it twisted
Aint got know lawyer I wait it out and don't say shit
Monitered phones got my business on hold
I sat back slammed bones tell I get home
But for now released date is what im thinking
Because my tape was supposed to be out last weekend
And word of mouth (word of mouth) got me on lock down
They dry snitching got my name hot in the town
A testimony was the last thing up on my mind
To busy on my toes dropping sacs and ditching one time
When found out fifty fifty getting money
Straight lost to the district attorney
On my time im getting jacked I anint even making bail
Oh well its time to marinate up in my cell
And constantly dwell on some shit that moms wrote
Visions of hittinfg the studio blowing dosia smoke
I gots to come new im stressing there aint know reason fo it
My tape is still bumpin in the north side of californi a
Cant hold this fifty fifty label down
Controversy be making me known around
Young zigg is locked up zigidy do that whte stuff
All that does is rotate this product
With my rivals and rollas want me dead but still doing this
Know posters no stickers but still pushing hella units
I knew one day that we would be coming up
But I never knew that haters would be helping us
So much love to the demo dissers telling made tails
All you really doing is making these tapes sell

Sample – Ray Luv ‘ I Gotz To Be Mo CareFull'
Zigidy –
5050Records ©™®

Exact (Benefit)

Making MCs freeze and drop to their knees
Like getting caught smuggling ki's to Caribbean seas
At ease, I puff trees till I look Chinese
And immigration says 'Can we see your green card please?'
My rhymes never ricochet needless to say
I'm just like the word kill only minus the K
If you hear my track play close your eyes and pray
I'm just like the word basic only minus B-A
Top of the food chain rub your brain with coarse grain
Sandpaper dipped in glue and glass so there's more pain
I haven't reached my whole goal till I've got your whole soul
Over beats so hot that they stop drop and roll
Extravagant far from arrogant it's just apparent
That I'm better than any MC and I'm declaring it
I'm giving stitches to phony bitches acting vicious
Chefs around the world claim my flavor's delicious
When it's talent they lack, then it's beats they rob
I shine so bright the sun had to quit his day job
It takes dedication to rip the ill iteration
Quite amazing blazing hotter than Cajun incineration
Crime MCs pretending to be deadly and steady with the gun
In reality they're ready to run
Before you learn to run, you have to learn to walk
I'll help the cops out and write my rhymes around you in chalk

[Chorus]
I got the deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
Deaf people hearing this, blind people seeing this
Paralyzed from the neck down still feeling this
[2x]

I don't give a ** like I'm celibate
The truth, I'm telling it, battle MCs for the hell of it
Why you get bent just selling it, that's irrelevant
It's evident Benefit's beyond intelligent
Go ahead and bite, my style isn't edible
My rhyme's a jawbreaker, type incredible
Pitiful, that you're not taking me literal
Left in the hospital, shaking a little
I'm breaking a little; you break in the middle
Of your body cuz you're weaker than the strings of a fiddle
My style's deeper than the themes of a riddle

Time to belittle, no chance for acquittal
The judge and the jury sentence you in a hurry
To get beat down in a microphone flurry
I don't worry, but my eyes are getting blurry
Cuz I see so many phony fakes of fury
Touch this, and you can catch one fist
Right through the center of your chest, won't miss
You're hopeless, even with the chrome vest
I still penetrate to your heart, don't test
I'm the sickest MC, the quickest to be fighting dirty
You're biting early, quit acting girly
I grab my trusty pen out of my right pocket
And stab you in your brain right through your eye socket

[Chorus]

When I battle you with wordplay you can't walk away
Cuz I'll break both of you legs and crack all your vertebrae
With only one look you took and your whole crew shook
I don't need a phone book because I'm always off the hook
Grab your head twist and crunch like twisting a Dutch
Then battle crippled kids and beat them down with a crutch
I calmly casually humiliate your family
Punch your mom in the face for raising a w** MC
Bend your sister over yelling 'Who's your daddy?'
When she replies me I simply put it in slowly
You'll never be the thug you wanna be even with the bid
Even if you did cross me I'd get even with you, kid
Occasionally I really start to hate the phony
So I reflect reality through my testimony, do you know me?
I spit a flash flood to splash blood and, rash, dug
A grave in fresh mud for the last thug
Who came incorrect and didn't respect the intellect
Recollect he who drove in the fast lane wrecked
The industry slept while true fans paid attention
Tales of battling a legend whenever Benefit's mentioned
I'm sicker than the average man when tearing into competition
Whose ears are blistering from listening
For fame I'll rip the skeleton out your flesh frame
And rearrange your bones to spell my name

[Chorus]

Still feelin this

Portrait Of A Killer (Blood Red Throne)

[testimony of the dying]

I, who walk disguised among,
i, who have watched death a thousand times
i, who perform the murderous art,
king of kings, lord of pain
The tempter of eternal life,
the beholder of the evil eye
Prince of death,
the true servant of the dying kind

I, an angel of death
From the dark abyss
rejected from heaven
condemned to a realm
more evil than ever imagined

a realm of pain and suffering
never known to living man
you will bleed forever again

i, who lurk in the darkest shadows
i leave no life behind

I, who dwell in your deepest fear
write this in human blood
my last words to mankind

follow my way
crush the living hypocrite
and those who speak of death
with pleasure and no desire

Let us gather to create what once were
what could have been

for this is the task and quest
to those who succeed
the gates will open to the realm of death
and we will welcome you as a brother
together we will rule the throne of death

to those who fail
we will reach out from the darkest of hell
and with viscious intent rip your soul apart...

Son Of The Morning (Akercocke)

Bear witness to my testimony
The things that I have done- Unforgiveable
The prayers of a hundred priests
Could not save my soul
Like the son of the morning
Boasting a multitude of sins
Struck down from the mountain of God
Whispering to me
Through cracks in the wall
Cracks in my sanity
You only know that which I choose to show
I stand at the endge of the precipise
Wondering whether to step
There is no path of righteousness
There is only Satan
Strange angel
Why do you come here
How art thou fallen from Heaven
To the uttermost parts of the pit
The cherubim and seraphim of Lucifer

[Solo- P.S.]

Indulge in the rites of profanity
Sink to depths of depravity
Defilement and penetration
In the sanctum of the monarch
Saliva on soft thighs
Outstretched wings
Semen across lips
Hooves steeped in blood
Insatiable
Incorrigible
The adversary- father of death
Craves adoration

Harlem Streets (Immortal Technique)

[Verse 1]
Yeah.... Harlem streets stay flooded in white powder
Like those mother **ers runnin' away from the twin towers
Gun shots rock the earth like a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto crack rock
Corrupt cops false testimony at your arraignment
Check to check, constant struggle to make the payments
Working your whole life wondering where the day went
The subway stays pakced like a multi-cultural slave ship
It's rush hour, 2:30 to 8, non stoppin'
And people coming home after corporate share croppin
And ** flossin, mothers are trying to feed children
But gentrification is kicking them out of their building
A generation of babies born without health care
Families homeless, thrown the ** off of the welfare

[Hook]
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

[Verse 2]
It's like Cambodia the killing fields uptown
We live in distress and hang the flag upside down
The sound of conservative politicians on television
People in the hood are blind so they tell us to listen
They vote for us to go to war instantly
But none of their kids serving the infantry
The odds are stacked against us like a casino
Think about it, most of the army is black and latino
And if you can't acknowledge the reality of my words
You just another stupid mother **er out on the curb
Trying to escape from the ghetto with your ignorant ways
But you can't read history at an illiterate stage
And you can't raise a family on minimum wage
Why the ** you think most of us are locked in a cage
I give niggaz the truth, cause they pride is indigent
You better off rich and guilty than poor and innocent
But I'm sick of feeling impotent watching the world burn
In the era of apocalypse waiting my turn
I'm a Harlem nigga that's concerned with the future
And if your in my way it'd be an honor to shoot ya
Up root ya with the evil that grows in my people
Making them deceitful, cannibalistic and lethal
But I see through the mentality implanted in us
And I educate my fam about who we should trust

[Hook]
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?
Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem?

Suicide Nation (At The Gates)

Utopia - lost in chaos
As the sky turns black
Suicide legacy
There is no turning back
...no turning back

[Chorus:]
Retribution answers cold
Moving in for the kill
Deep hideous festering
Bestial spidemic, repulsive need

Control, control

Suicide nation
Mass-appeal, death-addiction
Dead but dreaming
Restrained by phobia, brainwashed into submission

Control, control

Suicide - jaws locked around your spine
...locked around your spine

'The face of evil is always the face of total need...'
[W.S.Burroughs, 'Deposition: Testimony concerning a sickness']

[Chorus:]

Control, control

Suicide - jaws locked around your spine

Oranges Testimonial (They Might Be Giants)



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Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time growing
Oranges, picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time, all the time.

Rotten To The Core (Overkill)

I have got a secret, hidden behind my eyes.
A violation tragedy! of violence hate and lies.
Locked deep within a chamber, dark reccesses of my mind...
A tribute to insanity! through hours days and time.

Rotten! to the core

Recite the testimonial, truth and nothing more.
Accusations nominal! fall rotten to the core.
So take a look, read a book, reach a new plateau...!
But stain the soul a life you took,
you know not what I know.

Rotten! to the core

Misguided youth the bitter truth
Nothing left to chance...
Fallen angel seeking adventure, new romance.
How dare you touch you take the soul
Of one so pure so... white..!
The violation tragedy
Took all she had that... night!!!

Rotten! to the core

I have got a secret hidden behind my eyes.
A violation tragedy! of violence hate and lies.
Recite the testimonial, truth and nothing more.
Accusations nominal! fall rotten to the core.

Rotten! to the core
To the core!

Rot rot, rot rot, rot
Rot rot, rot rot, rotten! rotten! rot!
To the core!!!


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Awe Ministries Brother Anil Kumar.




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