Chal dar badar ho kitna chalo gai
Tum keh paikar-e-zo saya raho gai
Arsh ko choomtey ho aaj
Bhool kai woh zaat
Jhoot taley hai dafan
Rah badal keh jo chaley
Lout aa na pao gai
Dhaltey rahein gai qadam
Tum rooh kar jao gai kahaan
Meray pass tum reh jao yahan
Arsh ko choomtey ho aaj
Bhool**e woh raaaz
Maut talak hein dafan
Rah bdal kay jo chaley
Ab ruk na pao gai
Manzil to hai adam
Toro in dar-o-deewar kai is saher ko
Chalo soow-e-rahguzar
Jao gai kahan...
U Got Shot (EPMD)
featuring 215 8 Off Agallah
"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? Another mother**in hardrock" > ODB
"Whoa ho hoh let me like slow up with the flow" > ODB
"Introducing yo ** that nigga's name!" > ODB
"If you wanna step to my mother**in rep
Chk chk BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW blown traject'" > ODB
"Gimme my **in shit chk chk BLAOW!" > ODB
"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
[Parrish Smith]
On my knees at the mercy of God
Straight up back up I keeps it hard
You like to watch but can't touch this nigga
or catch a charge
Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo
**in coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo
Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave
Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin Apollo Creed
Time to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cuts
We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers
for the Mic Dons, ??
??, PMD shinin with my stripes on
in the saddle, ** around, get your shit rattled
No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle
Same place, same bat time, so ** a bat channel
This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger
Biggie, Pac, and Eaze - one love, them still my **in niggaz
[215]
We don't need no gat, just cock me **in back
and watch me spitfire my ?volerical? fact
It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin
ain't peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chat
Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap
than a black cat, on a black night, and I'm black
in the moonshinin, I'm sippin Starsky and Hutch
while my rims blindin, while P rollin the Dutch
Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve
Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large
Who the **'s in charge? Charles Laston Sauls
I got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of Halls
Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw
Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw
when I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahh
EPMD, 215, and 8-Off Agallah
[8-Off]
Yo 215, who the ** was them cats up in the car?
One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar
Jumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbars
Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's
People low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steam
When I blow off the top I got this cream like Bill Rothstein
And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream
So put your hands together, get your mans together
Here's the plan together here's the gun together let's run together
Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga
8-Off's gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz
[Erick Sermon]
Aiyyo you hit em like that
I bust em from the back, to the extreme
Hit em up, make em scream like a bitch
And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch up
and bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up
And hook off like Prince Naseem a head
Duck yo' head, or go inside instead
Step to me bourgeoise? Fancy as Dandy?
You get killed, like you was Jon-Benet Ramsey
And some of y'all just plain civilians
Talkin shit, and never even seen a million
Actin like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz
with small figures, and chasin gold diggers
(Mother**ers) Don't even come up to me yappin
Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson
Right now, you wanna duel, you fool
I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule
Who wanna flex, with the influential
with mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential
The mic and the beat, now shit's complete
for me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punk
"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked
Who's there? Another mother**in hardrock" -> ODB
"Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -> ODB
"Introducing, yo ** that nigga's name!" -> ODB
"If you wanna step to my mother**in rep
Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -> ODB
"Gimme my **in shit, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -> ODB
"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."
Consume, Carroña, Consume (Reincidentes)
Los señores explotadores son unos
son todos unos ladrones
y las reivindicaciones sociales
más producto de sus televisores
el sistema capitalista es un ave de rapiña
y vosotros consumidores sois su carroña
Consume carroña, consume
mira como te roen los huesos
mientras te hundes en la mierda
La propaganda os come el coco
La inflación os vuelve locos
y ya todo os sabe a poco
¿cúal es vuestro progreso?
¿qué es vuestra moral?
y es que estamos hasta los huevos
de tanta falsedad.
Dicen que vivimos de puta madre
y que nos quejamos sin razón
y a sus chupócteros y lameculos
subidas salariales a mogollón.
Chupacabras (Tiro De Gracia)
Animación combo congo bongo loco co-comité hora del té vente Juan en tú, en mí, en yo sólo yo sé cuál es el Nº2 por relaciones débiles
y reacciones infértiles descubriendose el hombre, ser alienígeno llamado Chupacabras habla, bla bla bla bla agilidad mental, no es
realidad virtual y mi escondite me facilite hablar del pobre chupacabras mina mira, black vagina fina observa como se quema
la yezca en mi finga y dice: bow wow wow, yipi jow siguiendo el refrán, smoke,smoke, smoke violando el tiempo, dejándote pa´
dentro veintiúnicoseco, abracadabra chupacabra una penetración al hoyo negro del espacio enfermo la la la la la la la Batman,
Superman, Aquaman, Redman no, no se comparan con el chup Chupacabras
es porque pego mi propio ego me conduce a lo que hago,te atrapo Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Redman no, no se comparan con el chup Chupacabras la apuesta eterna, el jugo humano de aceite vente porque yo soy Juan de repente se cierra la puerta demente llama, llama, llama, llama, llaman llaman a la puerta llaman llama, llama, llama , llama, llaman llaman a la puerta llaman es una vida casi extinta en el planeta es algo que viene más allá de las estrellas chupa, absorbe, niñas bellas, buscador, Amador del **o sangre, hambre de
olor femenino confundido como el violador de Maipú el Chupacabras ser ardiente como yo y tú Tapia, rabia, contra la mafia del
Chupacabras DeMoSound a diario, creando espantos pasos, camino sin recordar estoy aquí para allá,vagando, probando e el jugo de
La Granja del ganjaman miradas vienen, miradas van entremedio de las plantas me mira hacia acá I say Juan tu tu mi mi yo yo siendo
Chupacabras la hinchada de bandas del barrio Copihuano marihuano tanteando lo humano así que no muerdas la mano la cual te dá de
comer oyeme, la peña de gracia y su combo dando jugo como loco evolución revolucionaria adicción pasión acción animación útero
chiva lingo fiebre incienso método de todo jugo de gracia espacial mafia ganja Sativo Juan pibe maligno cuando el diablo se pone
frente a mi signo Virgo mi corazón, poh poh poh poh yo digo como no plástico ando en los pies como elástico y una vez más fuerte
debil, flaco,estéril como Elvis mueve la pelvis el ser humano hace mover la mente vente Batman, Superman, Aquaman, Redman ....
llama, llama, llama, llama,llaman... la historia continúa pero cambia el actor 2 ...
Dil Boley (Noori)
Tan Dolay Jab Baar Baar Baar,
Dil Bolay Ab Aar Hai Ya Paar,
Jo Nahin Janay Wo Sun Ley,
Mere Yaar Ab Maano Nahi Haar,
Yehi To Teri Apni Hai Zameen,
Keyon Na De Gi Ab Tuj Ko Yeh Qarar,
Jo Nahi Jaaney Woh Sun Ley,
Merey Yaar Ab Mano Nahi Haar,
Ab Chahay Dil Mera Sach Bolna...
Tham Jayey Zindagi Na Dolna...
Maan Meri Maan Mujh Ko Na Chorna...
Mit Jaye Bandagi,
Par Haar Kar Ab Tu Kyun Jeeyay?
Beeti Jayay Zindagi,
Par Dil Tera Keyon Jaagey Na?
Teri Naiya Hai Us Paar!
Tan Dolay Jab Baar Baar Baar,
Dil Bolay Ab Aar Hai Ya Paar,
Jo Nahin Janay Wo Sun Ley,
Mere Yaar Ab Maano Nahi Haar,
Yehi To Teri Apni Hai Zameen,
Keyon Na De Gi Ab Tuj Ko Yeh Qarar,
Jo Nahi Jaaney Woh Sun Ley,
Merey Yaar Ab Mano Nahi Haar,
Laagey Tere Aas Jab Doobna...
Dhal Jaye Gham Tum Na Bhoolna...
Gum Jaye Tu Kahin,
To Raahon Ka Pata Tu Dhoonday,
Chup Jaye Har Khushi,
Par Aarzoo Tu Choray Na,
Tera Rona Hai Bekaar!
Tan Dolay Jab Baar Baar Baar,
Dil Bolay Ab Aar Hai Ya Paar,
Jo Nahin Janay Wo Sun Ley,
Mere Yaar Ab Maano Nahi Haar,
Yehi To Teri Apni Hai Zameen,
Keyon Na De Gi Ab Tuj Ko Yeh Qarar,
Jo Nahi Jaaney Woh Sun Ley,
Merey Yaar Ab Mano Nahi Haar,
Ab Nahi Tham Sakey Wo Toofan,
Jo Jaga Teray Man Mein,
Ab Nahi Mar Sakay,
Teri Dhal Hai Ab Tera Eimaan,
Tujhe Banna Hai Insaan!
Kabhi Na Kabhi To Jaagey Josh Tera,
Loot Ley Ke Yeh Ghari Anmol,
Kabhi Na Kabhi To Jhoomay Man Tera,
Jhoom Ley Keh Yeh Khushi Kay Hain Bol,
Teray Tan Main Terey Man Mein,
Har Tarang Say Baj Ra Hai Dhol,
Tu Hai Ek Heera Anmol!
Tan Dolay Jab Baar Baar Baar,
Dil Bolay Ab Aar Hai Ya Paar,
Jo Nahin Janay Wo Sun Ley,
Mere Yaar Ab Maano Nahi Haar,
Yehi To Teri Apni Hai Zameen,
Keyon Na De Gi Ab Tuj Ko Yeh Qarar,
Jo Nahi Jaaney Woh Sun Ley,
Merey Yaar Ab Mano Nahi Haar,
Ho Tan Dolay Jab Baar Baar Baar,
Dil Bolay Ab Aar Hai Ya Paar,
Jo Nahin Janey Woh Sun Le Mere Yaar,
Ho Ab Mano Nahi Haar!!!
El Moro (Outlandish)
[Chorus]
Out to change the game - El Moro
Withstand the pain - El Moro
Knock them out' the frame - El Moro
If ya don't settle for less - El Moro
Always God bless - El Moro
Take out the best - El Moro
We are Moro's - Outland Moro's
[Rap verse 1 (Majid)]
Face the fear
'Cause you will never make it here
I'm making it clear
You better disappear
Something rotten in Denmark
Like in Shakespeare
I suggest you hold tight
To the ones you hold dear
Damn I'm getting tired of
These mother** snakes
Who's really jealous who's
The ones that hates
Claiming the got backs but
They never share their cake
Talking 'bout sharing
But all they do is take
The ultimate the illest shit
Popping you any tournament
Take your rap and furnish it
Majid the name you heard of it
Calm your asses down
The general screams at ease
You practice no justice
I convert no peace
[Chorus]
[Rap verse 2 (Isam)]
Once 3 kings
Biggie, Pac and young Hov
9 out of 10 would put it 2 down and one to go
Hearts full of hatred when it comes to this rap
Got a classic? (Oh oh) ya best be strapped
Everyday the game is growing mo' money mo' problems
Mo' concern on pushing big units mo' violent
Hip hops changed, ain't a black thing anymore G
Young kids in Baghdad showing 2 on 3
Holla West coast?! Naah West bank for life
Upside down, holla for my moros aight
Spit rhymes in Arabic on the same level like Jada
You wouldn't know if you should head bang or belly dance playa
I'm that sand nigga type of Johnny Cochran yaw dig
World wide like H.C. Andersen, I won't quit
Don't depend on the rap game, I depend on my brain
Ya stereotype me; I knock you out like prince Naseem
[Rapverse3 (Lenny)]
Ya lo sabes......
Estan fuera de quicio
Ambicionando nuestro escano
Inalcanzable pretension
Es, pan o muerte en esta selva soy tacano
Somos los Quijotes
Frios cuando esto es necesario
Luz en lo oscuro que dicen que es mi barrio
Hemos inculcado sabor en concreto
Pintando mi sangre y mi suburbio por supuesto
Vieja foto de lo existente
Y si ha estado en la portada se me ha ido de la mente
Soy bohemia de las letras
Contemporaneo y sincero
Y dentro de mi casa soy todo un pionero
Asi que todos de aqui al horizonte
Alcen la M por El Moro
Anche no capisci niente
[Translation]
You know it....
They're out of line
Pursue our bench
Unattainable pretension
It's bread or dead and in this jungle
I'm niggardly
We're the Quixotes
Colds when we need to be it
Light in the dark they say me hometown is
We have inculcated flavour in the concrete
Painting my blood and my suburb of course
An old photo of the already existing
And if it had been in the cover
Then I overlooked it
I'm the bohemian of words
Contemporary and sincere
And inside my house I'm a pioneer
So everyone from here to the horizon
Raise the M for El Moro
Though you don't get this
[Chorus]
[Rap verse 4 (Waqas)]
I stay on target like a stinger
You call me Jinnah
Never lost focus still I came out a sinner
I'm not here to change the world
Just clean my house
And scoop up my mom in a coup 'cause
She needs a new couch
Its outlandmoro you can't run or hide
'Cause we come across like the truth
I tell you no lie
At first underrated these kids won't last
In no time they will be over as quick
As a finger snap
We beat the critics now look who run rap
It feels good even your sister
Be faking my autograph
At shows hugs and kisses
Afterwards you diss us
You can't give us scars
That we can't heal with stiches
Chupee (Cocoon)
We have gone to the country
In your old car
We have lost our way
So many times
Hello, hello
I take you on a trip
Hello, hello
I take you on a trip
Eating your Chupa Chup
A plane is making a loop
The beavers are so cute
A tree gave me a fruit
Hello, hello
I take you on a trip
Hello, hello
I take you on a trip
Everybody's Got 2 Get Some (Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew)
It's about time for us to start kicking off this fly SHHH...
Everybody (Get Fresh Crew)Got 2 get some (Say what?)(scratch)
Comin'in the place and clearin' up the smoke
It's the Get Fresh Crew and we ain't no joker ya'll
Laugh or riddle and not by a little
Chance you can dance
'Cause you rather not sit until
And not even work up a sweat
Besides we're in the house but not on yet
So relax and Max and get a girl and wax
And if she's frontin' there's plenty in the house to ask
'Cause I be livin' like every day's thaksgiving
Don't like Andy Griffith and can't stand sniffin'
Nothin' up my nose except clean air
Or the Polo Cologne that Get Fresh wear so..so..so..so..
Everybody (Get Fresh Crew)Got 2 get some (Say what?)(scratch)
Now you could look at each rhyme as a small editorial
Or better yet a sort of memorial
Sayin' goodbye to nonsense lyrics
Seems like a gift from a friend or a miracle
Responsible for you on the floor
You didn't know who it was,now you know for sure
An,an,an further more
Everybody
I'm not a trend follower,Def rhyme swallower
Bitin' lyrics 'cause I wanna get po**r....Got 2 get some
Trend setter,get up and go getter
An MC mention my name he know better
To disrespect my intellect
While I call checkmate,he call check
Bitin' his nails like a nervous wreck
Hearin' record after record at the Discoteque
Rhyme on time as the climax climb
Now you think I'm all geesed cause I'm bitter as a lime
And I'm not here to represent
All rappers rap intelligent
But eack rhyme being stated is well past decent
Some of them are old and some are quite recent
Most of them licensed by the police precint
Quite frequent
Everybody (Get Fresh Crew)Got 2 get some (Say what?)(scratch)
Cut professor,casual dressed,body inspector,girl selector
Call him the creator or Barry Bee
And he's the master of scratch philosophy now
Cuttin' it up with a flick of the wrist
Bar' do it something like this,come on...
(break)
Cut Mix Maestro
Cuts are nitro
Glific teriffic I'll be specific
The words I say shows much significance
And for instance
If you take the time to figure out this rhyme
You know it makes since
Get busy.........
(break)
I'm an articulate brother that's hard to describe
Living the lwas and I'm from the Twelfth Tribe
Eat real well and I dare not Gel
And clientel don't make me swell
New York City is where I live
And up lift the spirit is what I give
Word to Big Bird I ain't so Saint
But our show is so "Dope" that you're bound to faint
And if not you're gonna leave exhausted
Saying to yourself that Doug ain't lost it
Rockin' all night with the real number one
And "THE SHOW" is so hot you could call me Sun
And I just begum.....
Everybody (Get Fresh Crew)Got 2 get some (Say what?)(scratch)
Dekha Na Hai Socha (Kishore Kumar)
Dekha Na Haay Re Socha Na Haay Re Rakh Di Nishaane Pe Jaan (La La La)
Kadmon Mein Tere Nikle Mera Dil Hai Bas Yahi Armaan (La La La)
Dekha Na Haay Re Socha Na Haay Re Rakh Di Nishaane Pe Jaan (La La La)
Kadmon Mein Tere Nikle Mera Dil Hai Bas Yahi Armaan (La La La)
Arre O O O .. Kuku Ku Kure.
Dole Dole Aye Aye Dole Dole Aye Aye
Mit Jayenge Mar Jayenge Kaam Koi Kar Jayenge
Marke Bhi Chain Na Mile To Jayenge Yaaron Kahaan (2)
Arre O O O .. Bow Wow Wow
Dekha Na Haay Re Socha Na Haay Re Rakh Di Nishaane Pe Jaan (La La La)
Kadmon Mein Tere Nikle Mera Dil Hai Bas Yahi Armaan (La La La)
Qaatil Hai Kaun Kaha Nahin Jaye
Chup Bhi To Raha Nahin Jaye
Bulbul Hai Kaun Kaun Sayyaad
Kuchh To Kaho Meri Jaan (2)
Arre O O O .. Ko Re Ko Ko
Dekha Na Haay Re Socha Na Haay Re Rakh Di Nishaane Pe Jaan (La La La)
Kadmon Mein Tere Nikle Mera Dil Hai Bas Yahi Armaan (La La La)
Ghar Se Chale Khaake Qasam
Chhodenge Peechha Na Ham
Sar Pe Qafan Baandhe Hue Aaya Deewaana Yahaan (2)
Arre O O O .. Meowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Dekha Na Haay Re Socha Na Haay Re Rakh Di Nishaane Pe Jaan (La La La)
Kadmon Mein Tere Nikle Mera Dil Hai Bas Yahi Armaan
--ContriButed By Adnan.I.M
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Title : Ye Reshamii Zulfe.n, Ye Sharabatii Aa.nkhe.n
Movie : Do Raaste - 1969
Singer : Mohd Rafi
Music : Laxmikant Pyarelal
Lyricist: Anand Bakshi
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