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Alibaba (Andrzej Zaucha)

Ali Baba, Arab z bajki, nie chce wina, ani fajki,
Ali Baba spi, choc gra muzyka.
Ali Baba chrapie w barze, choc arlekin tanczyc kaze,
Chociaz prosi go w te noc ksiezniczka.

Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, zdmuchnij z brody reszke snu.
Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, zatancz ze mna tam i tu, i tam, i tu.
Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, razem dobrze bedzie nam.
Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, zatancz ze mna tu i tam, i tu, i tam.

Polksiezyc juz na niebie zgasl i słychac ptaków gwizd.
Kto zatrzyma czas? Tylko twist, twist, twist!

Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, zdmuchnij z brody reszke snu.
Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, zatancz ze mna tam i tu, i tam, i tu.

Wtem ksiezniczka znika blada i skonczona maskarada,
Na ulicy snieg i wicher swista.
Ali Baba w paltociku, bez czterdziestu rozbójników
Idzie sobie w swiat i gwizdze twista:

Obudz się czarny Ali Babo, ...

Polksiezyc juz na niebie zgasł ...

Obudz sie czarny Ali Babo, ...

Ali Baba! Ali Baba! Ali Baba! Ali Baba!

Srbin Je Lud (The Edsels)

Ne bi oni ni mrava zgazili
oni nikada ne gaze mrave
ali bi tebe unakazili
ali bi tebi dosli glave

Da l' je moguce, ne vidis nista
jesi li ocoravio
izadji malo iz dvorista
zar si zaboravio

Ref. 2x
Srbin je lud, Srbin je proklet
jednom ga ubijes, on 'oce opet

Zar su ti vrane mozak popile
il' su ga dobro isprali
onaj i ono Titovo kopile
dzelati a zrtve ispali

Zivot kraj tebe protice
Srbija u Evropi je
ali to te ne dotice
ma nek' se vrate krvopije

Ref. 2x

Ref. 2x

Loretta (Will Smith)

(THIS IS A TRUE STORY)

[CHORUS]

Loretta, wrote a love letter to a stranger thought that he would change her life
Thought she would be his wife OH Loretta
Never ever meant him no danger, her love for his sustained her
Thought that he would change her life
Miss Loretta, a young girl, I never really met her,
A fun girl, a real go-getter, I heard a gold Jetta
A full with books & herb or so I'm told, hooked on my every word
Oh so bold, a love letter cleverly worded in a jacket pocket
Wrapped inside a platinum locket
In the shape of a heart with pictures of me
Had it inscribed, "no us, no him then no me
She fell in love with the Prince of Bel-Air
Fantasy was to see me & to be with me there
So she wrote a love letter to me & then she signed it Loretta
Said, "I gotta go get him, Will is my Soulmate"
We gotta be together how could we not be together
But wait if I send the letter I mean how will I be sure if they give it to him
What if they don't give it to him, that would ruin everything
I gotta take it to him myself

[CHORUS]

She packed all that she owned into the back of her Jetta,
her backpack, her cellphone & a love letter
Most of her stuff was done up with pictures of me on it with a phrase "It's gonna be" on it
Her mother begging her please come home & then Loretta resenting her
Leave me alone Ma! I won't leave my destiny unfulfilled
"You're just jealous be cause Daddy ain't as sweet as my Will",(click)
To the front gate at NBC, in June & July, backstage at MTV,
she would drive anyplace that they'd mention I'd be
Told herself, "strive for love & God eventually
he would give me to her & her to me, this was meant to be
14 months outside every event that I'd be at, she'd still keep missing me
& now she's getting high with more frequency now
rage rumbling inside got to be with me now
then she heard I married Jada, she took her love letter out & wrote down,
"PS - I hate her."

[CHORUS]

Kodak Center, where the Oscars is at, she's sleep getting woke up by the cops in the back
By a dumpster didn't even greet 'em with fear, grinning ear to ear, said "my husband meeting me here"
"You know him, he's nominated for his flick 'Ali' & it'll be hell to pay if you pick on me!"
"Don't put that stick on me!", "Hell no I'm not leaving, get your hands
off me. Don't make those things click on me"
Kicking & screaming, "You intervening, this is fate. Mister. What you mean that I ain't?"
"What you mean it seems like I ain't"
"Ooh, your like my Mom & our love is gonna survive ya'll hate. God gon' take me to my destiny."
"Ya'll only seeing one side of me, Will gon' see the rest of me, he gon' see the best of me."
'If I could only get him next to me, he gon' bring my blessings to me, I know it."

[CHORUS]

Bird (Air And Alessandro Baricco)

Bird, è il suo nome Bird.
Vecchio pistolero, il più vecchio.

Con strade sulla faccia, camminate da infinite sparatorie, diceva Shatzy.
Gli occhi deglutiti dal cranio, e mani di ulivo, le mani veloci, rami d'inverno.
Stanchi.
Il pettine, al mattino, bagnato d'acqua, rigare i capelli bianchi all'indietro, trasparenti, ormai.
Polmoni di tabacco nella voce che piano dice: Che vento, oggi.

Niente di peggio che non morire, per un pistolero.

Guardarsi intorno, ogni faccia mai vista può essere quella dell'idiota di turno arrivato da lontano per diventare quello che ha ammazzato Clay "Bird" Puller.
Se vuoi sapere quando si diventa un mito, allora ascolta:
è quando ti ritrovi a duellare sempre di schiena.
Finché ti vengono incontro da davanti sei solo un pistolero.
La gloria è una scia di merda, dietro la schiena.
- Sbrigati coglione, - disse senza nemmeno voltarsi.
Il ragazzetto aveva un cappello nero, e in tasca qualche stronzata che era il ricordo di un odio lontano, e la promessa di una qualche vendetta.
- Troppo tardi, coglione.

Con queste strade sulla faccia, vecchiaia vigliacca, a pisciarmi addosso la notte, il male bastardo sotto il cinturone, come una pietra rovente tra la pancia e il culo, non viene mai giorno, e quando viene è un deserto di tempo vuoto, da attraversare, come sono arrivato qui?, io.

Come sparava Bird.
Teneva le fondine al contrario con il calcio della pistola che usciva in avanti.
Estraeva a braccia incrociate, la pistola destra nella mano sinistra, e viceversa.
Così, quando ti veniva incontro, le dita a sfiorare il calcio delle pistole, sembrava una specie di condannato, qualcosa come un prigioniero che stesse andando al patibolo, con le braccia legate davanti.
Un istante dopo era un uccello rapace che apriva le ali, una frustata nell'aria, e il geometrico volo di due pallottole.

Bird.



Cos'è allora questo strisciare nella nebbia delle mie cataratte, costretto a contare le ore, io che conoscevo gli istanti, ed era l'unico tempo che esisteva per me.
Lo scarto di una pupilla, le nocche sbiancate intorno a un bicchiere, uno sperone nel fianco del cavallo, l'ombra di un'ombra sul muro blu.
Ci ho vissuto eternità, dove gli altri vedevano attimi. Per loro era come lampo ciò che per me era una mappa, una stella dove io vedevo cieli.
Io pensavo dentro pieghe del tempo che per loro erano già ricordo.
Non c'è altro modo, mi avevano insegnato, per vedere la morte prima che arrivi.
Cos'è allora questo strisciare nella nebbia delle mie cataratte, costretto a spiare le carte degli altri, mendicando battute dalla mia sedia, sempre quella, in seconda fila, la sera a tirare sassi ai cani, in tasca soldi da vecchio che le puttane non vogliono, li prenderà un mariachi, quando verrà, che sia triste e lunga la tua canzone, ragazzo, dolce la tua chitarra e lenta la tua voce, io voglio ballare, questa notte, fino al tramonto di questa notte, io ballerò.

Dicevano che Bird si portasse sempre dietro un dizionario.
Francese.
Ci aveva studiato tutte le parole,
una dopo l'altra, in ordine alfabetico.
Era così vecchio che aveva già fatto il giro e adesso se ne stava dalle parti della G, per la seconda volta.
Nessuno sapeva perché mai facesse tutto quello. Però una volta, a Tandeltown, dicono che si avvicinò a una donna, era bellissima, alta, occhi verdi, c'era da chiedersi come fosse finita lì. Lui le si avvicinò e le disse: Enchanté.

Clay "Bird" Puller.
Morirà in un modo bellissimo, diceva Shatzy.
Gliel'ho promesso: morirà in un modo bellissimo.

Alina (4lyn)

this one is goin out 2 all our peepz out there
who brought us 2 tha next level,2 da 4lyn-level.
and had our backs 4 mad years.
Now ist time 4 us 2 take it back and pay dues
and pay respect 2 all our families,friends and fans...

u saw me trippin on da mic,everday.
see where i am now?
got a heavy-debut out now, POW!
it´s been a long time,like rakim said wayback.
and i met a lot of people,sum of them were cool and sum were w**!
paperchasin-idiots-i saw em slime,
and rootless-wannabe´s,i saw em try 2 rhyme.
i met people wit´ no backbone, try 2 dig in ma pocket.
and i met people,no matter what,they knew how 2 rock it.
I dedicate this track 2 all the people who gave me love.
2 mom,peter z.,n-dog up above.
nastee-naughty and p-dog 4 holdin´ it down...
brompton-city-old-skool-roots by tha pound.
and john ,i wish ya**could be here...
cuz without u,theres nothing the same out here.
people like u make dis life worth livin and i
love u 4 dat 4 lookin after me and watchin ma back..peace.

and 4 my peepz i truly care,cuz without
some of them i wouldnt be here,be here.
and they all know how i feel...

2 ma mentor,teacher and my idol-ma cousin guido
i hope u got away from suicide.
found a better crib? I hope ya**is gettin well.
life is hard these days,yo,it aint hard 2tell.
mr chips&coke and ma bro harmfull..
a&b represented and a dream came true 4 4lyn,
kane,deee and chi,nah mean?
without u guyz i´m nothing in dis musical dream.
carolyn and ma girl hardknox-4 stayin true 2 da game
and knockin suckers out da box.
my sikk-kids-greenspan in full effect.
flow-rock and DMK-2 me u guyz are all of dat.
sir mad-here comes trouble indeed!
the dealers in double-h. C.I.T.Y. 4 sellin mad weed.
thanxafukkinlot 4 bein there when i needed u da most.
ronnie brazko,4lyn and i´m ghost..

and 4 my peepz i truly care,cuz without
some of them i wouldnt be here,be here.
and they all know how i feel...

now i take it wayback,bust sum shots,21, rhyme-salute 2 all ya guyz
who´ve been down wit da fizzour lizzyn squizzad,check this out..
2 all our families 4 stickin behind us-4 all ya love,time and all
of ya trust,come on.
miss wicked,dominic,la famillia-4 real u know how we feel.
ali,sir kellner,olb, thorsten&nela king 4 lettin us do what we want in our own swing.
2 bartek,boone&crew and mer-le,deep down in our hearts,what else can i say?
yo,my g-town-homiez,i feel ya..my love and inspiration from brownstown,samira!
all the clubs we´ve played in and bands we played with,
max and dartman,the whole blue noise-department.
and 2 millie and thomas cornerbreak,it´s only rokk´n´roll,and we know that u like it

Love In Ya Mouth (Ali Kilo)

I met this girl in Atlanta, let me play in her mizzouth
She keep my dick so hizzard, it never goes Sizzoft
From the side to the side, the bitch gon' get it all
From the top of my dizzick, to the bottom of my bizzall
I feel her fingernail when she grab it and beat it
She ready to eat it whenever I skeet it
She did it in the dark but in the light she won't do it
She be unzippin my pants and she be gettin straight to it
No, it was not a dream, even though that's what it seemed
I kick, I scrat, I skit, I scat, I screamed
She was really freaky, she was feelin fine
I didn't feel her teethies, I only felt her tongue
Relax, I'm gettin **d by tha massuse
She wouldn't let me gizzo, she wouldn't let me loose
I don't know her she was somebody else
but I was happy that's what I said to myself
But this shit was nothin new, she do it anyway
She didn't wanna talk she ain't got nothin to say but

****Chorus****
Oh ah ou ow ah ah ou love in ya, love in her mouth (x 2)
we makin love sho nuff we makin love all in her mouth (x2)
well can I put it in her mouth, yes ya can (x4)

(rap)

------Chorus-----

I take 3 little bitches and I put 'em in a line
I take 4, 5 ,6 and blow 'dem hos minds
it'll take 1 more before i go for mine
thats 7 bitches get **ed at the same time
as she eats me, son she, she can suck a ding-dong
all day - all night - all evenin long
she said she never done it, she said she neva tried
shes sittin there tellin a mother **in lie
now, how many licks does it take to make my dick split
well, not many licks if the bitch is a good trick
now, any nigga can talk to a bitch and get the bitch to **
but how many niggas can talk to a bitch and get they dick sucked
like me a pimp that u never saw
now how do u say manage trois
when my shit gets soft
she make my shit get long
i dont see nothin', i dont see nothin', i dont see nothin' wrong

~~~Chorus~~~

from the crim,that crima
dick off to tha rima
Bring me all the girls that be **in all 'dem
WITH THA BIG PIZZA PARLER
YES YES Y'ALL
ME DICK IZ NOT TOO BIG 'DEM PUSSY ARE TOO SMALL
ALOT OF WOMEN BRAG
WIPE ME DICK OFF WITH A RAG
NUFF DOIN TO THE PUSSY I JUST HAD
AS SHE HOLLA 'D LIKE SHES DYING
DICK UP TO HER SPINE
hush and stop that crying woman there will be no cryin'
ummmmm, I can be your lover to man
ummmmm, no one else can do it like i can
ummmmm, girl give me just one try
hurt me hurt me well I wont cry

Sete Anos (Ludov)

Abraçada ao seu caderno espiral
Pouco antes do inverno
Era frio mas fazia sol

Quando veio já pegou na minha mão
Foi tão bom te encontrar ali no meio
Da multidão

Te conheci
E morri de rir da tua risada
Mal percebi e além de ti
Lá não via mais nada

Nosso amor já sabe ler e escrever
Já é grande o bastante
Pra deixar a gente viver

Te conheci
E morri de rir da tua risada
Mal percebi e além de ti
Lá não via mais nada

Nosso amor já sabe ler e escrever
Já é grande o bastante
Pra deixar a gente viver

Te conheci
E morri de rir da tua risada
Mal percebi e além de ti
Lá não via mais nada

Kiss The Sky (Tatyana Ali)




Listen...
Close your eyes, and take my hand.
I know you're wondering, but you will soon understand.
See, love needs time to crawl low, and time to run free.
That's why we should get away so we can chill privately.
Through the week you go your own way, and I go mine.
Never truly enjoying each other; never a chance to unwind.
So, give your heart to me and my hands right now.
We'll search for tomorrow under a silver cloud.

Refrain:
At last we're alone.
And I want to fly so high that I kiss the sky all alone.
And I want to fly so high that I kiss the sky all alone.
It's quiet as the morning raindrops on the ground.
We'll bless so gently with the love that's all around.
And I'm so glad to know you the way I do
My special friend...we become much closer the more time we spend together in love.
The one I think of, when I'm farway, you brighten my day.
And now that you're here, my jets stand clear.
Want you always near by my side as we hide away.
Refrain.

Close your eyes; relax your mind.
Let's find the time to enjoy each other's love.
Take my hand; follow me; make it last forever and ever.
Refrain.

Interlude: Kiss the Sky (Tatyana Ali)

I wanted to make an album about love.
Not love only in the **ual sense,
But love through friendship,
companionship,
and even the love of God.

I think of this album as a journey through the seasons of love.

The first half, with songs like "Boy You Knock Me Out" and "Daydreamin'",
represents the excitement of the dawn of new love.
You know, it's kind of like Spring time.

And,. now, we're moving towards dusk: the Autumn of Kiss the Sky.

This half of the album commands a more intimate space.

So, welcome to Kiss the Sky...

More Than A Woman (Aaliyah)

Passion, Instant
Sweatbeads, Feel me
Cupid's shot me
My heart beats racing
Tempt me, try me
Feel So Excited
Thought of Ali
Is yours entirely

Chorus:
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than you'll ever
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than a lover for you
I'll be
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
I'll be more
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you

Midnight grinding
Heart Rates climbing
You go, I'll go
'Cos we share pillow
Taste me, feed me
There's still no separating
Morning, **s
Newborns in your
Closet

Chorus:
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than you'll ever
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than a lover for you
I'll be
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
I'll be more
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you


I don't think your ready
I don't think your ready for this thing
For this thing..
I don't think your ready for this thing
You're not ready for this thing
I don't think your ready for this thing
This thing, this thing
I don't think your ready for this thing

Constant pleasures
No scale can measure
Secret treasures, keeps on getting better
Do ya wanna fall with me
We can to foreign lands
Your hand, in my hand
Do ya wanna fall with me
We can be like Bonnie and Clyde
Me by your side

Chorus:
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than you'll ever
I'll be...
More than a lover
More than a woman
More than a lover for you
I'll be
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
I'll be more
I'll be, more than a lover
More than a woman
More than enough for you


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