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Listen Julio Iglesias...Crazy-Baliw


Lyrics

Buenos Aires (Patti LuPone)

What's new Buenos Aires?
I'm new--I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too!
I get out here Buenos Aires
Stand back--you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat, make it loud. let it hurt, run it through me
Don't hold back you are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying
Hello Buenos Aires!
Get this--just look at me, dressed up somewhere to go
We'll put on a show!
Take me in at your flood, give me speed, give me lights, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood, wine me up with your nights, watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you ought to know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality!
And if ever I go too far
It's because of the things you are
Beautiful town--I love you
And if I need a moment's rest
Give your lover the very best
Real eiderdown--and silence
You're a tramp, you're a treat, you will shine to the death, you are shoddy
But you're flesh, you are meat, you shall have every breath in my body
Put me down for a lifetime of success
Give me credit--I'll find ways of paying
Rio de la Plata!
Florida!
Corrientes!
Nueve de Julio!
All I want to know!
Stand back Buenos Aires!
Because you oughta know what'cha gonna get in me
Just a little touch of Just a little touch of
Just a little touch of star quality!

Anino (Wolfgang)

Lumpong naglalakad
Katabi niya'y haring nakahubad
binging nakikinig sa iyak
ng piping mayroong tinig
alisin ang yong maskara
at idilat ang mga mata ang isipang tangan ay buksan
sa walang kabuluhan
iligtas nyo ako sa sarili kong anino
daan ay hanapin palabas sa salamin
kay dami daming hugis ng salamin
nakatitig na bulag
sa mga haliging nabuwag
baliw na sumasayaw
sa liwanag siya'y ikaw
at ang diwa ko'y litong lito
ito'y balatkayo
ang nakikita'y kabaliktaran
hindi ang kinagisnan
tan**sa agos
sa mundong puro abo
hindi mundong ito
bato ay abutin
at basagin ang salamin
pirapirasong bubog ng salamin
kung alam ko lang kung papaano
kung alam ko lang

Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard (Me First & The Gimmie Gimmies)

Mamma pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the pappa found out he began to shout
And the started the investigation

It's against the law
It was against the law
What the mamma saw
It was against the law

Mamma looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
Pappa said "Oh if I get that boy,
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention"

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard (twice)

Whoh-hoh every couple of days they come to take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest come to get me released
It was all on the cover of Newsweek

Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way I'm taking my time but I don't know where
G-g-g-goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
See me and Julio down by the schoolyard

M-m-m-me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Yeah me and Julio down by the schoolyard

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah) Me and Julio down by the schoolyard (4 times)

Back N Da Hood (Mac Dre)




Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail
I got a federal hold and I can't even bail
Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked
I need some cock hella bad I need to be free
Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock
Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks
Celly on top bunk knock smooth out
Snoring motha**a I should just shout
And wake his**up cause I can't sleep
If a nigga had a way a nigga would creep
And make a clean break but that's just a dream fake
This can't be real, man, it all seems fake
3 am and it's time to E-A-T
Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...

I'm missing the crew, the dope fiends too
I'm writing this rap, there's nothing else to do
Cause home is a place that it seem I won't go
Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don't know
Dope fiends that just don'y got no...
Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
I'm stuck like chuck way down south
When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed
I just can't wait to straight perk and get key'd
I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones
Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...

Back N Da Hood sound so good
They won't set bail but I wish they would
I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y
Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
But every court date they keep detaining me
On punk**charges they keep arraining me
At first I thought I'd have to spank you
But Detective Nichleman, I'd like to thank you
You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie
Then record sales jumped to an all time high
Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?
I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain't did shit
Every damn day my tapes are sold
I make more money than the bank can hold
And though I might can't bail out...
This punk**jail house
I'll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...

Plenty of time for a nigga to think
But all I can think of is dank and drank
On jail walls my name is carving
Waiting on comissary, man, I'm starving
Ten black brothas and fifty julios
I just can't wait to hit the studios
And let fools know about the set up
These punk police won't let up
They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch
But the only thing they doing is making me rich
They painted a picture of a ruthless villain
Told all my fans that I was stealing
Jealous motha**as, I never steal
I make more money than you never will
Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist
The motha** feds ain't nothing nice
They said I was the one doing all this shit
But banks just keep on getting hit
Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek
But Dre ain't worried cause the case is week
They say I'm the one calling all the shots
But ** them feds and ** them cops
And to that punk motha**a Detective Nic Dic
Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick!

Criminology (Raekwon)

Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony Montana having an argument)

"I told you a long time ago you **in little monkey
not to ** ME."
"Hey hey, who the ** you think you goin for huh??!"
"Who the ** you think I am your **in dough-boy?"
"You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?"

Comin up on half a mil, we build
Get real God, taking you on another one Son
Uhh, Julio Igleasias
Makin CREAM like that nigga

Verse One: Ghostface Killer

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The ninth chamber, nigga trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your**back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause CASH RULES
Everything around me black as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Just a minute son...
AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and shit
And then you know I'm runnin through the penal foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but ** it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doin a nid
Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
Yo ** that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest Ac
Nigga... bring it!
Yeah

Outro: Raekwon

Much love go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil ice rockin niggaz

Guantanamera (Julio Iglesias)

Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Guajira Guantanamera

Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas.
Y antes de morir yo quiero
echar mis versos del alma.

Guantanamera ....

Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido.
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo.

Guantanamera ....

Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Por los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Y el arroyo de la sierra
Me complace más que el mar

Guantanamera ....

Tabula Rasa (Freundeskreis)

FREUNDESKREIS - tabula rasa

Watch me appear on the field, my mission is to chill
I'n'I think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway
what makes me happy like caribbean carneval on labour day
I love my mama, the hip hop shit we kick is thick
and if you trip you jealous mother**ers get the dick
'cause now we kick in the door, you never heard it before,
raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for,
making rhymes not war, droppin' lines but don't sniff 'em,
I'm chillin' with my man Max and Sékou with the spliff an',
reminisin' about the time the Phlow used to rock,
but '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis to tie the knot,
blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is
first's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz
that's what it is when we droppin' part two
it's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you
yes for you and your people, queens and not cheap ho's,
commons not Deebos, true friends and not the fake bro's,
in it for the love what is deviding us from many,
breaking thru like Shaka Zulu for the heart and not the money

What 'dem wann' do for stop(pin) you
Mephisto can't strike we down
the rebel (will) come through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
when your're under your meditation and look through

We kick that progress report consort to make it happen
set up forts in foreign lands expand for everlasting
the fam span across the atlas like diasporas
escape from out the grasp ot the most wickedest captors
hear the laughter of the Czars in the dark like Nabokow
rebellion KOU d'Etat - shit is raw - cut they heads off
those who were lost floss now living lavish
destination be the pastures of the city of Nazareth
catalyst the revolution move the troops from out pollution
Mobutu citizens get the boot right in they asses
ambassador status bring the loot back to the masses
who live like hostages, the system be abusive like the music business is
we exist in the abyss but images be marvelous like novelists
picture this like hieroglyphics on the fines papyrus
the world is ours but is devoured by the hour
spread the scripture like egyptians while the wicked spread the virus
through the lies I realize the righteous bare my likeness
but they spite us so let the weak recite this
sow my seed amongst the captives let the fleet complete the cypher

What 'dem wann' do for stop(pin) you
Mephisto can't strike we down
the rebel (will) come through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
when your're under your meditation and look through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
Mephisto can't strike we down
the rebel come through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
you could never ever [put] out the fire we are walk(ing) through

Auf dem Kilimandscharo des Rapszenarios
spiel'n wir das Business wie Supermario
ob Popcenturios in HipHop Studios - was
FK is' furios wie Julio Iglesias
Ich ritt den trojanischen Gaul im Blendwerk der Hölle
sah die Fäulnis des Biz, blieb im Sattel wie Paul Schockemöhle
Ihr nehmt Rap wie Öde-Pus-sis
ich mahn' Plattenmultis wie Mullahs Rushdie
im Jahr 20 nach Guevara brach es aus uns raus wie Lava
wir nahm'n uns Land wie der Sand in der Sahara
mach' Tabula Rasa wie Kabila in Kinshasa
Mobutu MCs fliegt zum Mars wie die Nasa
Euer erster Gehversuch war 'ne Bruchlandung
jetzt holt ihr euch ein Reimebuch aus der Buchhandlung
doch Freundeskreis reist und bringt den Virus wie Fernfahrer
immer wenn es regnet zähl'n wir Sterntaler

What 'dem wann' do for stop(pin) you
Mephisto can't strike we down
the rebel (will) come through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
when your're under your meditation and look through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
Mephisto can't strike we down
the rebel come through
what 'dem wann' do for stop you
you could never ever [put] out the fire we are walk(ing) through

ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE SCHOOLYARD (Simon & Garfunkel)

Mama pyjama rolled outta bed, she ran to the police station
When the cop found out, he began to shout, he started the investigation
And it's against the law, it was against the law
What what mama saw, it was against the law

Mama looked down and spit on the ground ever time her name gets mentioned
The cop said oy, if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention
Well I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard

(Instrumental break)

In a couple of days they're gonna take me away
When the press let the story leak
Now when the radical breach comes to get me released
Appears all on the cover of Newsweek
And I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm goin'
But I'm on my way, takin' my time, but I don't know where

Goodbye to Rosie, the queen of Corona
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein' me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Action Satisfaction (Jurassic 5)




I see dead man grins
Seven deadly sins
Couldn't keep his mouth closed in the house of chins
The all seeing eye that recognize the rap clones
Plus possess the pin to crack the pyramid stone
Its the call of the wild thats why my words rank high
Drop the verse for nine planets
That fell from the sky
Do or die you and I get fly with rap expressions
With the one two three four five

In the session with the lesson
Cause in bass and treble we trust
With the rebels orally ready in case we bust
And write a power chord and if the place be plush
We kick the old school like Julio Iglesius
Tapes we push be straps with no safety catch
We attack like a bullet till your face relax
And think about it
If you ain't got the class to flee
Be mentally ready for jurass-catastrophy

Now its time for me to rise
The lyric utilizer
Down like fertilizer
Quick to improvise
A style that can surprise ya
Your eyes is on the prize
We can go line for line
I ain't hard to find
While we break your spine
My mild style reclines
I'm laid back
All that talk you need to save that
The payback is all the reason that I'm flexing
The feds rocking like we x-men

Chorus: 2X
You say you want action satisfaction
The brothers with the positive reaction
The crew with style that¹s on top of the pile
J5¹s gonna rock a long long while

We get set
Who's up next to pull to a fast one
Lyrically connect the dots and then I blast one
Now who wants action satisfaction
Lyrics remind you of bass I'm everlasting
Casting plagues my styles crossing the switchblades
My momma shoulda named me grace cause I'm amazingly
Blazing with the fire and desire
I'm world renowned I gets down to the wire

If any child of mine gets out a line boastin¹
My style of rhyme covers you like calamine lotion
Lifted out like vine motion I spend time stroking
You still drink a dime potion and dime boasting
But now my rhymes open brims a spirituality
We be giving power that you can share with your family
Aerodynamically cutting through danger
Ripping your narrow mentality nothing but flavor

Chorus 2X

The moral of my oral ammunition rendition
2na fish on a Marc 7even collision
We be forever keeping niggas on they P's and Q's
And the B's who snooze leave diseased and bruised
I see through your crews like an x-ray tube
And gamma rayed your function
Left you with assumption
That we be the butter clique
We smothered with the action satisfaction thats guaranteed to be jurassic

Chorus 2X

El Baile De Nicanor (Joaquin Sabina)

La noche que Guillermina
no contenta con la patria potestad
y el ático en Concha Espina,
quiso el Volvo en propiedad,
tirado en una cuneta
me desperté,
a dos leguas de El Café,
con una maleta al hombro
llena de escombros
y un bollo de pan de ayer.

"Le hemos echado de menos"
me dijo el bueno del barman que me sirvió,
vaso largo y con limón,
la misma copa de ron
que, el lunes va a hacer un año,
me dejé en el mostrador.
Después de pagar dos rondas
(tres, contando la del baño)
recuperé,
entre la condesa y Julio.
mi escaño de contertulio,
mi carné de fundador
de la mesa más redonda
de El Café de Nicanor.

Estaban Gámez el astronauta,
Gastón el flauta, Mari la tetas,
el novillero poeta con su mujer,
el pobre don Agapito
y un camellito sin dientes
paisano de un primo hermano
de algún pariente lejano
de Ana Belén.

Asociado en sociedad
con tales socios,
se pueden imaginar
que los amores van mal,
la salud ni fu ni fa
y no van bien los negocios.

Se nos sube a la cabeza
la espuma de una tristeza
crepuscular,
el óxido de los días,
las utopías con hielo,
el azul galimatías
del cielo según san Juan,
un calcetín con tomate
y eL último disparate
de Nicanor,
que cuando le preguntaron
si había estado enamorado,
como es un hombre sincero,
"yo, no señor -contestó-,
yo siempre fui camarero".

Estaban Gámez el astronauta,
Gastón el flauta, Mari la tetas,
el novillero poeta con su mujer,
el pobre don Agapito
y un camellito sin dientes
sobrino de un primo hermano
de algún pariente asturiano
de Víctor Manuel.

Asociado en sociedad
con tales socios,
se pueden imaginar
que los amores van mal,
la salud mejor ni hablar
y no van bien los negocios.


Video


Julio Iglesias' original recorded song Crazy in tagalog.




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