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Listen DIDI KEMPOT ASLI - TULISAN TANGAN ( Campursari Islami )


Lyrics

Pangaea (Visionaries)

[CHORUS]
We started as one, then we drifted
separated as continents that shifted
all the pieces fit can't you see the
togetherness Visionaries Pangaea

(KeyKool)
It all began together
before we ever ran together
before we ever took a stand together
we understand that whether or not
we tether a knot for humanity
we must stand to weather the hatred. separation
it's easier to make than break it we're breakin'
stereotypes with the yes yall on the mic
get yourself right we're not all alike
but fall right into place face adversity
appreciate diversity nursery to university
past any degree see universally
dispersing the verse commercially or underground
one love bound by culture and sound
been around the world and no denying
we're all under the same sun so keep shining

(LMNO)
The planet's so small with all the origins
which ever one you're in we get the light pouring in
we pass segregation with unification
savages invading civilizations
riddle the nation with belittlement
we lift off without aviation we're only divided by distance
it's an honor this is outstanding
an 8 year flight came in for the landing
we spread all over the map
instead of stripping the culture we give love back

[CHORUS]

(Zen)
As I walk through the labyrinth halls past the cell walls
I recall a 200,000 dream of an African Queen passing her genes
to all of our mothers silver spoons to the gutter redeem the structure
we've seen destruction and how we rebuild from nothing
slaves to infiltration of the government
a smoke ring puffed in the air
the soul's microcosmic JAH is forever the spark
behind the artist with the krylon fantip
bombin' panoramics with an eye on Atlantis
cataclysmic Egypt is geometrically linked to Asian and Mayan pyramids
this indigenous mystic knew the movements of the stars
when there were no satellites to probe the darkness
behold the arc it's esoteric eternal and inherited
we are all connected Vision on some next ish

(2Mex)
Travel mother earth don't forget your Aunt-arctica
remember that Uncle Africa's part of ya
Pisces high seas Caribbean
indigenous Indian aquatic amphibian
from the isles of the South Atlantic
my revolutionary styles they mouth gigantic
rhythmic riddles from the Middle East (ha)
Asian hymnals get rid of the beast (ha)
South American Brazilian high lands
through out the area hit million's lives man
roping off Oceana enveloped by the whole sea and a...
improbable provinces the fences in your mind is where the only fence is
2Mex rocks steady over granite (ha)
trotted the globe ready for another planet

(Dannu)
Let's carry our brothers carry our sisters
weight of world is hard to hold we showing blisters
it was always in the cards when GOD dealt it
the lands got shuffled and all the bridges melted
so we sharpened up our tools and got the point across
the Visionarie arc reunites love lost
we higher learning with lower incomes
and in the middle of battlefield for freedom
we take a stand joining hands in a circle man
represent the world just a local band understand
Pangaea see, the only separation is 6 degrees and rough seas

When I'm Sixty-Four (The Beatles)





When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four
You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.
I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday morning go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four
Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave
Send me a postcard, drop me a line
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me.
When I'm sixty-four

Clones (The Roots)




Yeah, to all the Jim Carrey**large co-op
KnowhatI'msayin? Large co-op, what the **?
To the clones, we bless the domes
Blow the vial, you know my style, large co-op
Freestyle all the way son
Dice

Verse One: M.A.R.S.

First of all let's talk about these ill capers
And fly**frontin bitches that now caught vapors
Niggaz run up on you with guns, snatchin papers
Outlined body chalk, is how they would sc**ya
From off the pavement, I hate gettin locked up
cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same predicament
You wanna slang crack, or hold tecs, and do the concept
You can't make loot, when your moms is smokin up the product
I try to tell ya, don't let these streets **in fail ya
The way niggaz be gettin clapped shit'll **in scare ya
But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin em
Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like **in helium
Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum
Got em cloned the ** up son, that's why we losin em
I'm lookin at this niggaz longevity
To make a big play, but then it might be a mistake
Cuz if I get sent to D.C., I'm sendin Dice to DE
With three p's, so when I get out, he can see me
for real, cuz the streets is filled with snakes and rats
The snake will be that bitch and that rat will be that cool cat
With swollen pockets we gonna take you back home
Master Allah Rule Savior, never clone

Verse Two: Black Thought

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in currency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they MC but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly niggaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad's artificial while approachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a **in record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you grafted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious (word)

Verse Three: Dice Raw

Dice Raw the juvenile lyricist corner store terrorist
Block trooper, conniseur of fine cannabis
Focus never weak, blow up the spot like plastique
Leave a nigga shook, to the point, he won't speak
Never half-assed, always live and direct
On bitches try to punk smell the panty and raw **
Mad lights I had to black out, when fake niggaz act out
Or step out of place, they get slapped in they face
All y'all niggaz is fake, tryin to emulate my style
what grown man? In this game, to me you're a child
I trained wack MC's, in camps like ex-marines
Why the ** you think you went home and had bad dreams
of horrifying things, that your**never seen before?
You traveled to the realm of Dice Raw
where CLONES get they dome blown with chrome microphones
It's not your fault black, just the fact you wasn't shown
You'll come through this like a smurf
I got you rollin stop off the earth
Represent while I been like this since birth
And I won't be the last but I DEFINITELY was the first
Dice Raw big car Logan's Isle sol-dier

Verse Four: Malik B

Don't come across that line or pay a cost
Knuckle games and hammer cocked ain't nothing sweet or soft
Win lose or draw to the jaw take one
Deranger lyrical launcher, or station
No conversation is needed, my task completed
Read a nigga up and down in the cut where I'm seated
Snatch you from your cloud of cannabis you ignoramuses
You laid on your lap, when I attack your glamorous
lifestyle, I banged your head up with the white fowl
My character a product of this two-one-fifth trife style
I breeze through areas niggaz would fear to walk in
Balance the talkin, that galactic style as of a falcon
Your Star Trek**will wrinkle
Spill these words and form into a sprinkle
cap you're brought up and the name of twinkle
My insight will crack the windpipe of y'all niggaz
Whether small, middle-sized, or tall niggaz
Just tie your name next when I start to X
Givin out flex pains of death so ** a raincheck
The insane vet, whether you ganked the brain wet
You proceed to lame check, the opposite of same **
I annihliate your type if you violate
Makin your blood rush, you post never a higher rate

If It's Alright With You (Cappadonna)




[Featuring U God]
Yeah ninety six Park Hill style
Burial ground sound in it forever Dunn
Politic
Verse One: Cappadonna/Cappachino
Here we come right through your eardrum Dunn
Cherry head catch feel the draft of the aks
You catch one trying to pretend you could win
Headlock show the block kid counterattack
Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
Park Hill Projects, the black Idi Amin
Ninety-six era, not the crossover lever
chain swinger talk swing, probably wardrobe king
So what now? Industry kids'll lock it down
Only two loyal, dustin that find you there for
You wanted to enter thirty-six in the soil
My technique is speak have you knocked out weak
Forever in it, my slang dick goes so deep
Thirsty for hip-hop, Staten Isle niggaz can't stop
Runnin wild like a child till we reach the top
Stapleton, New Bright, and West Brighton the harbor
Connect, me for vet, Don King and a tech
Thug cats'll get done up on black man's sun up
Cap the imperial, bring out new material
You hold me down, analyze all cherry-head
Wu is in town, catch the hand-off
Prepare for my dancehall standoff
Mercy when I come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
Here they come again through customs
Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
Chorus:
If it's alright with you it's alright with me
We can take this rap game to a higher degree
We can do this Spike Lee or how you want it to be
Check it, Golden Arms plus new Cappadon
Verse Two: U-God, AKA Golden Arms
These ninety-nine powerful circling swords
Impact from all the heat dug deep and locked on
Chip off the bone, hard face and hard fists
Chop off your option, have you felt a neck twist
Cassette disc and wrist, meltdown your pistol mist
Burnt to a crisp, bombarded my pistol grip
Tongue gripped the nigga, raw tone the jawbone
Leaning Tower Pisa sounds of the Mars zone
Chef dropped that bomb, the takeout will still linger
Twenty crazy christians, to lock in hole and heat up
Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm
Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend
I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion
I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean
My path releases, volcanic acids
Engage in the page activity is autographics
Fraction of my busting microphones start to lust and
words plays over power practice might bust em
The black male persuasion known to hunt you for sane
The Big Apple verbal concert, for the occasion
The vital snap, now insert my Spinal Tap
I got forty more swipes to pipe, thirty slapped
The power from the cram broke the bottom of the pan
With Earth Wind and Fire, ice water dead grams
American hustler up and coming with a vengeance
Makes no magnet charge, plug vivid my extension
one lesson motivation for my pistol profestation
Slang person nailed now we move on a motation
Location, point-blank, on point be the vessel
Politic the defecit measure, point the decibel
We're credible, renaissance, eatin off the barrel
Advanced chemo, Die Hard to my demo
Chorus

Thug Style (2Pac)




Intro:
** 2Pac that nigga ain't shit
that nigga ain't from muh**in' New York
That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas
Yo nigga man ** Pac that nigga West Coast
that **er that always with them New York niggas
seen them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast
Man ** Pac ** that nigga that nigga ain't really down
rapin'**nigga I didn't do it ** it with that nigga
** that nigga man ** that nigga let that nigga go to jail right
and ** that nigga ** that nigga ** you too nigga
2Pac (overlapping)
I'm in this mutha**a
I guess these mutha**as tryin' to take me out the business right
I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York
and I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?
** e'rybody
Heh heh heh...
Thug style out this mutha**a niggas throw ya hands in the air
If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop
I want mutha** police trying to pull niggas over on this one
We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G
We ain't dead yet, feel me!!
Verse 1
I got my Hennessy find ya foes
in a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes
I'm getting high off buddha
'Cause the times be slow
I keep my mind on dough
you never find me broke
and who meee a nigga livin' life like a G
in that artillery keepin' niggas off of me
I can't sleep living in these wicked times
peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat
You can holler if you want to pleeease
I ain't runnin' with no punk crew beeee
enemies and my range is on
you're in the danger zone
my **in' game is strong, Hotline
You suckas better find ya mind I got mine
from hustling and busting them rhymes
to my niggas up in Quentin
Down on Riker's Isle stay rile
But a nigga gotta use his styles
These,
Chorus
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade**niggas don't know my style
These,
Niggas don't know my style
quick to smile juvenile
Was a problem child
try to put me in the courts
But my force was wild
Bitchmade**niggas don't know my style
Verse 2
I could be wrong but I never got along with cops
it's like they stuck
from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time
my mind's full of thoughts of ends
I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow)
My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie
cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide
My mama cried when they took me off to jail
only me inside the cell
Straight locked up in this hell
I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside
will 'em away in the morning
Only the strong survive
I cry but in my own way
Swallow my pride pick a reason to hide
from all the niggas that die (Rest in Peace)
cemetary full of brothers I buried
It's going down even now I wonder
will I still be around my hometown is the gutter
I was born a wild came up out this dust
with my heartless style
These,
Chorus
Verse 3
I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin'
to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits
and even though I had habit makin' words rhyme
I was caught up in the madness
Juvenile thugs come on
I tell the whole story nothin' but truth
Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs
and Pete and Lee young G's
with a gift of gab and tryin' to hook up with the hookers
who was quick to stab remember mama's cooking
No school straight hookin'
and tryin' to get with light skinned
cause she good looking
And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying
call the cuties cuss words but we only playing (biotch)
I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck
I had to move around a lot
'cause my moms was stuck
I had family but I was way too wild
had to move to the West to regain my style
These,
Chorus 'til end with ad libs

Isle Of Rest (Eric Carmen)

[intro]

[verse]
No matter how, no matter why,
you know there's someone to trust.
Dark clouds have risen to your sky,
but you can always count on us.
No matter how, no matter when,
there's more tham just the music we make.
Shift down, release your anger,
we are your rest, your peace, your break.

[bridge]
Say, can't you see?
You belong to me.

[refrain]
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.

[verse]
Of course there are hard times,
sometimes we speak in a rude way.
But in the most of the cases,
it's getting better the next day.
But will we still be playing in years?
Who knows what the future brings?
Maybe we'll be able to fly,
'cause our music gave us wings.

[bridge]
Say, can't you see?
You belong to me.

[refrain]
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.

[solo]

[bridge]
Say, can't you see?
You belong to me.

[refrain]
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.
Here is the playce you belong to,
and we're playing this song for you.
Don't try to run away,
'cause we want you to stay.

[outro]

There are Bad Times Just Around The Corner (Noel Coward)

Verse 1

They're out of sorts in Sunderland
And terribly cross in Kent,
They're dull in Hull
And the Isle of Mull
Is seething with discontent,
They're nervous in Northumberland
And Devon is down the drain,
They're filled with wrath
On the firth of Forth
And sullen on Salisbury Plain,
In Dublin they're depressed, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts
For Drake is going West, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray-hurray-hurray!
Misery's here to stay.

Refrain 1

There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no good whining
About a silver lining
For we know from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.

Verse 2

From Portland Bill to Scarborough
They're querulous and subdued
And Shropshire lads
Have behaved like cads
From Berwick-on-Tweed to Bude,
They're mad at Market Harborough
And livid at Leigh-on-Sea,
In Tunbridge Wells
You can hear the yells
Of woe-begone bourgeoisie.
We all get bitched about, lads,
Whoever our vote elects,
We know we're up the spout, lads.
And that's what England expects.
Hurray-hurray-hurray!
Trouble is on the way.

Refrain 2

There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
There are black birds over
The grayish cliffs of Dover
And the rats are preparing to leave the B.B.C.
We're an unhappy breed
And very bored indeed
When reminded of something that Nelson said.
While the press and the politicians nag nag nag
We'll wait until we drop down dead.

Verse 3

From Colwyn Bay to Kettering
They're sobbing themselves to sleep,
The shrieks and wails
In the Yorkshire dales
Have even depressed the sheep.
In rather vulgar lettering
A very disgruntled group
Have posted bills
On the Cotswold Hills
To prove that we're in the soup.
While begging Kipling's pardon
There's one thing we know for sure
If England is a garden
We ought to have more manure.
Hurray-hurray-hurray!
Suffering and dismay.

Refrain 3

There are bad times just around the corner
And the outlook's absolutely vile,
There are Home Fires smoking
From Windermere to Woking
And we're not going to tighten our belts and smile, smile, smile,
At the sound of a shot
We'd just as soon as not
Take a hot water bottle and go to bed,
We're going to untense our muscles till they sag sag sag
And wait until we drop down dead.

Refrain 4

There are bad times just around the corner,
We can all look forward to despair,
It's as clear as crystal
From Bridlington to Bristol
That we can't save democracy and we don't much care
If the Reds and the Pinks
Believe that England stinks
And that world revolution is bound to spread,
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
And wait until we drop down dead.
A likely story
Land of Hope and Glory,
Wait until we drop down dead.

[When Noel later used this number in his Las Vegas cabaret act, he adapted it to the American milieu, as he did with many of the topical numbers]

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner
[American Lyric]

Verse 1

They're nervous in Nigeria
And terribly cross in Crete,
In Bucharest
They are so depressed
They're frightened to cross the street,
They're sullen in Siberia
And timid in Turkestan,
They're sick with fright
In the Isle of Wight
And jittery in Japan,
The Irish groan and shout, lads,
Maybe because they're Celts,
They know they're up the spout, lads,
And so is everyone else.
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
Trouble is on the way.

Refrain 1

There are bad times just around the corner,
There are dark clouds hurtling through the sky
And it's no use whining
About a silver lining
For we KNOW from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our sprits down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're going to unpack our troubles from our old kit bag
And wait until we drop down dead.

Refrain 2

There are bad times just around the corner,
The horizon's gloomy as can be,
There are black birds over
They grayish cliffs of Dover
And the vultures are hovering round the Christmas tree
We're an unhappy breed
And ready to stampede
When we're asked to remember what Lincoln said,
We're going to untense our muscles till they sag sag sag
And wait until we drop down dead.

Verse 2

They're morbid in Mongolia
And querulous in Quebec,
There's not a man
In Baluchistan
Who isn't a nervous wreck,
In Maine the melancholia
Is deeper than tongue can tell,
In Monaco
All the croupiers know
They haven't a hope in Hell.
In far away Australia
Each wallaby's well aware
The world's a total failure
Without any time to spare.
Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!
Suffering and dismay.

Refrain 3

There are bad times just around the corner,
We can all look forward to despair,
It's as clear as crystal
From Brooklyn Bridge to Bristol
That we CAN'T save Democracy
And we don't much care.
At the sound of a shot
We'd just as soon as not
Take a hot-water bad and retire to bed
And while the press and the politicians nag nag nag
We'll wait until we drop down dead.

Refrain 3

There are bad times just around the corner
And the outlook's absolutely vile,
You can take this from us
That when they Atom bomb us
We are NOT going to tighten our belts and smile smile smile,
We are in such a mess
It couldn't matter less
If a world revolution is just ahead,
We'd better all learn the lyrics of the old 'Red Flag'
And wait until we drop down dead.
A likely story
Land of Hope and Glory,
Wait until we drop down dead.

Precious Blood (Gene Chandler)

All these things I want the most.
But they're usually one step ahead
of my reach
But they always stand close enough
to take me to the next ** trance

'Cause when it cuts it
really does My soul has
spared the blood yeah yeah
Don't know how long it's
gonna take but I'm gonna
need need need a little more
one day

Sometimes I just want to
know faster than my precious
blood will let me roll. Is it real?
Oh tell my is it wrong for me
to keep these dreams Strong is
my mind

'Cause when it cuts it just
get's deeper baby Like when I
go to touch you you're
further from me yeah yeah
I ** wait and wait and
wait I'm gonna get me get me
get me a little more one day
Oh It's laying tiled in me and
when I see it there it makes me
want to

No one realizes. to me it does
When it sees me there it's the
only thing I can do stop it in it's
place just live through this hell
we live

Weaving the isles they get heavy
on me weaving the isles they just
hold the pain. Weaving the time
I get heavy get weak. Weaving the
isles they just hold the pain it is
no game all in all it comes back
to me

No one realizes but me with
every sip of poison I take it's
so real in me nobody else
but it burns in me strong is
my mind

'Cause when it cuts it just gets
deeper like when I go to touch
you just get further me
yeah yeah don't know how long it's going to take but I'm gonna get me get me a little more one day

Tak Ingin Dilupakan (Xavier Cugat)

aku bagaikan ada di saat yang terendah
menjadi bagian kisah terhempas dari cintamu
tersiksa cintamu yg tlah dinikmati orang lain
menjadi bagian tawa dan cemooh semua orang

Bridge :
dengarlah lagu dari orang yg tak mau putus asa
dengarlah lagu dari orang yg tak ingin dilupakan

reff:
menepis hari yg sedih
yg membuatku lupa akan arti harga diri
caci makilah atau kau buatku tersenyum
tuk hadapi kenyataan

angkat kepala yg tertunduk malu terasa berat
lawan sendiri arus kemenangan orang lain

Back to : Bridge and Reff

reff2:

menepis hari yg sedih
bagaikan berdiri di tepi jurang batinku
doronglah aku atau kau raih tangan ini
tuk hadapi kenyataan

menepis hari yg sedih
menepis hari yg sedih

Back to : reff

Bebas (Boney M)

Sudah tinggalkan
tinggalkan saja semua persoalan waktu kita sejenak
tuk membebaskan pikiran
Dan biarkan..
biarkan terbang tinggi sampai melayang jauh menembus awan..

sementara tinggalkan semua aturan yang kadang trlalu mengikat dan tak beralasan teman
memang, memang benar teman
kita perlu cooling down dan melonggarkan pakaian

Reff:
Bebas lepas kutinggalkan saja semua beban dihatiku
melayang kumelayang jauh
melayang dan melayang..

bagaikan anak kecil yang berlari bertlanjang bebas
keluarkan suara suara canda tawa dan senyum puas
berteman siraman hujan di lapang yang luas

tak gentar gelegar petir yang mengaum buas
yang penting yang penting semua senang kawan
sejak kehadiranmu uh uh bumi terkekeh riang
dadaku berdentam
dididididam dididum dagadagadaga digidum digidum

Kita saling berpandang berpegangan tangan erat
Dan biarkan tubuh tersiram hujan yang lebat
Dan pekat di bawah naungan awan nan gelap

Terkadang menyilaukan di kala kilat lewat
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