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Nakilala (Freestyle)

Kay tagal ko nang hinahanap
Ang tunay na galak
Sa buhay na ang lahat ay di sapat
Di makapagpasalamat
Ang lahat ng dapat kong gawin
Parang ang hirap sundin
Pilit kong ituon ang pansin
Sa mga ba**na kay ganda sa paningin
Ngunit nang mapasa-akin
Tila walang ibig sabihin

Nang Ika'y aking nakilala
Nawala ang lahat ng mga problema
Kay gaan ng aking nadarama
Pagkat kasama Kita

Hangad ko lang naman na malaman ang sagot
Sa problemang pinasok
Ngunit ako'y takot
Na harapin ang pagsubok
Oh di ko malaman, di ko maintindihan
Kung ano bang pinagmulan
Nais ko lang makamtan
Ang ganap na kasiyahan…

Magmula nang Ika'y aking nakilala
Nawala ang lahat ng mga problema
Kay gaan ng aking nadarama
Pagkat kasama Kita

O kay sarap nang mabuhay
Dahil sa Iyo'y nagkaroon ng kulay
Dulot Mo'y pagibig na tunay
At walang hangganang buhay

Sa Iyo ko lang nakita, tanging Ikaw wala nang iba
Sa Iyo ako'y may buhay, punong puno ng kulay...


Oh Yeah (Foxy Brown)

[Verse One]
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl
Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl
Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty
** y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy}
Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city
Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane
Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane
And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name
"What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet
See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya

1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo
Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo)

[Verse Two]
Check, uhh
It's like I'm in my own **in world, I speak how I feel
Sometimes I feel like I'm just too **in real
I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all
I respect the rap game, but I don't ** with rap bitches
I'm speakin from my heart
It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood
Been like this from the **in start
Since I bust my gun in ninety-six
Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks
Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit
You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch
I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs
But, other than that it's just me and my six

repeat 1

[Verse Three]
I dream filthy
My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey
Uhh, proper set off
Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm
Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy
Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox
Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella
Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face
Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste
Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist
And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe
When Fox come through she have a gun in the place
I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race?
Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin
**, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen
Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n
I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga

repeat 1 - 2X

Get At Me (DJ Quik)

(Now I got to cut ya...) <scratches w/ too Quik Quik Quik...>
Yeah ha ha that's right. 'Cause it's like this
Yeah it's gotta be like this. Nigga.

Verse 1
It used to be a CPT thang (what)
but now it's just an all me thang (yeah)
because I'm tired of this gizame (right)
I'm through playin' for a crew
that ain't got my back
when I'm the one who done
created the sack
Mister You Know Who remember me
I met you when I was P.P.C.
and you wadn't nothin' but a scrub
wearin' plaid pants and bubble gums
and beggin' for grub
and then when ya hips start growin'
you tripped and flipped and skipped out
know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Not even thinkin' 'bout the times
when Kay Kay took yo'**in
'cause you didn't have a dime
Nigga couldn't even say thanks for the trouble
I would've spanked yo'**on the double
'Cause when ya didn't have a place to stay
you little round the way girl
my nigga took yo' way
and that way all my homies had yo' back
Because together they knew we had a fat**sack
but you couldn't stand the guns
Couldn't wait to take ya
<Bitch betta have my> (AMG)
money and run
Kay Kay should've knew the motto of life (what's that)
that ya can't turn a hoe into a housewife (ha ha)
Because you left a lot of people unhappy nigga
You in debt and ya need to get at me

I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it (so ya need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it (huh)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 2
Now I can name a gang of niggas I done tripped with
spent a grip with and they ain't spent shit
and they ain't never brought nothing to the table
But it ain't no puzzle I'm able
but why you wanna take my kindness for weakness
To get my money back
I gotta ride yo'**like Preakness
it ain't that fly
and when ya see me in traffic just ride by
You should've been a pigeon
'cause you duck so well
but next time I catch you I'ma pluck yo' tail
'Cause niggas like y'all show disrespect
by flossin' so you in for a tossin'
You need to go brush your teeth
and change ya drawers and change ya sheets
and stop y'alls bitches
from steadily tryin' ta ride on my mink
And start bathing more than once a week (nigga)
You know who I'm talkin' 'bout bitches
so ya needs to come right with a quickness (come right)
and instead of tryin' to duck and dodge
and be crafty you need to get at me.

I'm gonna let ya know it (hell yeah)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)
I'm gonna let ya know it (that's right)
I'm gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 3
So tell me how we gon' handle this
either we gon' be men or we gon' be scandalous
either way is all right with me
'Cause I'ma show ya that I meant it
when I said that I'm a G Nigga
I don't take ganks too swell (naw)
that's why I went and bought a gang of shells
and if you approach me wrong
I'ma clown first nigga run up <gunshot>
< Referee's voice from Madden '95> "First down."
Damn I wish it didn't even have to come to this
'cause now y'alls on my shit list
right with the white boys in this game
thinkin' they gone get the hits for some chump change
Please huh I didn't believe that you'll trip like that
that's how a gang of niggas flipped like that
so get back fool 'cause I'm going out
comin' out of a straight jacket Blastin'!! <gunshot>
and they gon' have to get at me

I'm gonna let you know it. (hell yeah)
I'm gonna let you know it. (you need to get at me)
I'm gonna let you know it.
I'm gonna let you know it. (you know what
y'all can never get at me)

Now battle
<DJ scratches " too Quick" 'til end>

Choco Latte (Parokya Ni Edgar)

Di ba't sinabi mo sa kin dati na
Mahirap kumain ng tsokolatteng
Natunaw at parang wala nang korte
Kadiri nang kainin, mukha ng tae

Ewan ko ba kung bakit
Mahirap ibalik
Sa original na hugis
Pag nalusaw na sa init.

Parang tiwala pag nasira na
Mahirap nang ayusin pa
Di kayang ipagdikit ang tiwala
Pag napunit!

Parang nangyari kailan lang...
Meron akong nakita'y nakatagong
Regalo sa likod ng auto mo!
Hugis puso na kahon at may red na
Ribbon.(mamahaling tobleron)
At nung aking tingnan para sa yo
Mula kay Christian, agad kong
Binuksan, chocolate ang laman.

At di ko malaman kung ba't kailangan
Itago sa akin ang katotohanan
Ang dami-dami mo palang tsokolate
Hindi ka man lamang nagsasalita-e

Ewan ko ba kung bakit
Hindi ko napigilan
Ang regalo mo'y naubos ko nang
Di ko nalalaman!
Parang tiwala pag naubos na!
Bigla bilaan talaga!
Mahirap nang makita
Kapag minsa'y nawala...

At kahit na pilitin, di mo
Na mapapalitan
Kahit hanap-hanapin,
Di mo na mababalikan
Kahit sabihin natin
Na ika'y napagbigyan,
Wag na lang.

Ewan ko ba kung bakit
Mahirap tanggalin ang tsokolate
Pag natunaw at kumapit na sa ngipin!

Parang tiwala pag namantsahan na!
Mahirap nang linisin pa,
At kayang di burahin
Kahit na anong gawin! Parang tiwala!

Lobachevsky (Tom Lehrer)

For many years now, Mr. Danny Kaye, who has been my particular idol since childbirth, has been doing a routine about the great Russian director Stanislavsky and the secret of success in the acting profession. And I thought it would be interesting to st... to adapt this idea to the field of mathematics. I always like to make explicit the fact that before I went off not too long ago to fight in the trenches, I was a mathematician by profession. I don't like people to get the idea that I have to do this for a living. I mean, it isn't as though I had to do this, you know, I could be making, oh, 3000 dollars a year just teaching.

Be that as it may, some of you may have had occasion to run into mathematicians and to wonder therefore how they got that way, and here, in partial explanation perhaps, is the story of the great Russian mathematician Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky.*

Who made me the genius I am today,
The mathematician that others all quote?
Who's the professor that made me that way,
The greatest that ever got chalk on his coat?

One man deserves the credit,
One man deserves the blame,
and Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...

I am never forget the day I first meet the great Lobachevsky.
In one word he told me secret of success in mathematics: Plagiarize!

Let no one else's work evade your eyes,
Remember why the good Lord made your eyes,
So don't shade your eyes,
But plagiarize, plagiarize, plagiarize...
Only be sure always to call it please, "research".

And ever since I meet this man my life is not the same,
And Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...

I am never forget the day I am given first original paper to write. It
was on Analytic and Algebraic Topology of Locally Euclidean Metrization
of Infinitely Differentiable Riemannian Manifold.
Bozhe moi!
This I know from nothing.**
But I think of great Lobachevsky and I get idea - haha!

I have a friend in Minsk,
Who has a friend in Pinsk,
Whose friend in Omsk
Has friend in Tomsk
With friend in Akmolinsk.
His friend in Alexandrovsk
Has friend in Petropavlovsk,
Whose friend somehow
Is solving now
The problem in Dnepropetrovsk.

And when his work is done -
Haha! - begins the fun.
From Dnepropetrovsk
To Petropavlovsk,
By way of Iliysk,
And Novorossiysk,
To Alexandrovsk to Akmolinsk
To Tomsk to Omsk
To Pinsk to Minsk
To me the news will run,
Yes, to me the news will run!

And then I write
By morning, night,
And afternoon,
And pretty soon
My name in Dnepropetrovsk is cursed,
When he finds out I published first!

And who made me a big success
And brought me wealth and fame?
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name. Oy!
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobache...

I am never forget the day my first book is published.
Every chapter I stole from somewhere else.
Index I copy from old Vladivostok telephone directory.
This book, this book was sensational!***
Pravda - ah, Pravda - Pravda said:
"Jeel beel kara ogoday blyum blocha jeli," ("It stinks").
But Izvestia! Izvestia said:
"Jai, do gudoo sun sai pere shcum," ("It stinks").
Metro-Goldwyn-Moskva bought the movie rights for six million rubles,
Changing title to 'The Eternal Triangle',
With Brigitte Bardot playing part of hypotenuse.****

And who deserves the credit?
And who deserves the blame?
Nicolai Ivanovich Lobachevsky is his name.

My Dogz (Lil' Flip featuring B.G. Duke, Scoopastar, Taz & Will-lean)

[Lil' Flip talkin']
Ha ha, this tha realest shit I wrote
Ya'll say we look like kids
Oh ya'll don't think I heard what ya'll said
You puttin' it on tape, this for my dogz, nigga

I'll ride for my dogz, I'll lie for my dogz
If it come down to it, I'll die for my dogz
I'ma thug with my dogz, I got love for my dogz
What I'm really tryin' to say, don't ** with my dogz

[Lil' Flip]
Grab yo AK's, pumps and even Calicos
I fight for my dogz like we at the Alamo
If you run up on me, I'ma have to tear yo' clothes
So give me what you got, yo' rings and valuables
And if you ** wit my dogz I'ma blow you away
And chop you up like ham and throw you away
I ain't never been no hoe, so stop bumpin' yo' gums
Oh you can't talk shit, when you got a pump on yo' tongue

I cop bricks, in tha six, watchin' flicks wit my dogz
Cause flippin' 2 for 36 and hit licks wit my dogz
Cop glocks, rock blocks, investin' stocks wit my dogz
Sit on docks, boardin' yachts, wit my big shots dogz
I'll take over ya cut wit my SuckaFree dogz
And I'll chop a busta up for APT dogz
I get brains, run trains and switch positions wit my dogz
Grip grain and swang lanes in Expeditions wit my dogz

I ride wit my dogz, I drank and get high wit my dogz
You betta run and try to hide when I collide wit my dogz
I bust AK's, aortas and 45's wit my dogz
Just make you slip, slide and fall and get tied like a hog
I break banks wit my dogz, I make stakcs wit my dogz
We rip a nigga**up, like this track wit my dogz
I floss baggetts, princess cuts and Lexus trucks wit my dogz
And if you wanna live and raise yo kids, don't ** wit my dogz

[B.G. Duke]
Gettin' **ed wit my dogz, I'ma make 'em call tha laws
My baggetts is shinin' and eat you up like Jaws
I'm beatin' through, black crew with wrist roo
C-note wit tha guns and Flip you get the loot
And when I shoot, I shoot to execute
Me, Taz and Scoop, hittin' licks in tha booth
That's what I do, in a bulletproof coupe
If you ain't my dog, then nigga ** you


[Lil' Flip]
Hey, hey, hey..When it come to my dogz, I'll spit on yo' face
And you bet not get caught, wit yo' shit on yo' waist
Cause if I catch you off base, I'm mamin' and choppin'
You might as well give up now, cause when I'm swangin', you droppin'
Nigga get outta line, I'm hurtin' 'em all
I caught fake niggas rough, cause when I'm swervin', they fall
I'm makin' CEO money, while you work in tha mall
And if you know about Flip, then you heard of my dogz
There he go, that nigga right there, he's a hoe
And I'm leave his white T-shirt wit a hole
I'll put him in a finger fold, don't ** wit Flipper, hoe
I'm a kiss you wit a bullet, under a mistletoe

Cockin' back, point him out, watch I'll bust this nigga
Lay 'em tote, 100 shot, we couldn't trust this nigga
Infrared, touch his head, you couldn't duck this nigga
Call tha coroner, chalk him out, cause we done **ed this nigga

[Lil' Flip]
Hey, and we stuck that nigga, like a chicken, plucked that nigga
finger **ed that nigga, like shit we flushed that nigga

Like a diamond, we crushed that nigga, bust that nigga
And ride wit Lil' Flip, cleanin' up on niggas
Droppin' bullets like rain, wettin' up yo niggas
** you and everythang you love, hoe nigga

[Lil' Flip]
In conclusion, I'll empty out a full clip
You aint known for trampolines, but you gon do a full flip
And whatever you said, I'ma make you take it back
And if you chest get got, nigga I'ma make it flat
So you betta watch out before we run in yo house
And tie you up like tennis shoes, and put a gun in yo' mouth


[Lil' Flip talkin']
For my dogz nigga, ya'll wonder why ya'll don't see me, cause I only chill
wit real niggas, nigga scoopastar, the original star, nigga Taz, Will-lean,
tha chemist, B.G. Duke, Humpty Hump, Les, Snoop, my real niggas, we don't
** wit fraud niggas, Shasta, nigga Myron, ** wit real niggas, you wonder
why Lil' Flip don't be givin' you dap or speakin' to you nigga, nigga you
ain't real, nigga, nigga I'll ride for my dogz....On my arm, nigga

In Clouds (Kay Hanley)

it's easy to get in
too hard to get out
if i get to heaven y'all gonna hear me out
them things that you don't want to hear
ring soft and low upon the ear
what i have in mind

trojan horsies scattered on the lawn
played a minuet now you gotta move along
at once an angel and a whore
now she don't call you anymore
what i have in mind

don't figure it out 'til you're covered in clouds

lavender you know her
like a warm july malaise
where everyone breathes your name
like a worn out refrain

i stopped believing on that freezing night
i tried to find you i tried i tried i tried
them things that you don't want to hear
ring soft and low upon the ear
what god has in mind

don't figure it out 'til you're covered in clouds

Te Amo (Kay Hanley)

i dreamt of i spy
of being a better trophy
the fourth moon of jupiter
it didn't last very long
he's a man of his word so he ain't coming back
when he bought us a world of hurt
nothing i can say about that

when i lived on the bright side
i said i'd never i'd never
get hooked on the twilight
of your faded made songs
now i'm a girl of my word at least i used to think that
when i got off around the bend
nothing i can do about that

where you going love?
where's your burning love for me?
where you going love?
why you burning me to leave?

i dreamt it was july
i dreamt of juniper berry
through fields of lavender
it didn't last very long
'cause he's a man of his word so he ain't coming back
when he bought us a world of hurt
nothing i can say 'bout that

but where you going love?

te amo, te amo
tu en mi alma tiene amo

Stay Stay (Kay Hanley)

it's not too late
are we finally getting somewhere?
say it's not too late
i'm doing the best that i can

stay stay
name the monsoon
my love's a stormy afternoon

there was an empty room
waiting for me to fill it up
but when i did
i guess it was never enough

stay stay
name the monsoon
my love's a stormy afternoon

Mean Streak (Kay Hanley)

don't wanna hear you on my radio
in fact i don't wanna hear your voice ever again
i'm not receiving you through my stereo
and i don't wanna see
your stupid face in no magazines
it ain't easy man and i'm not proud
but it's not beneath me to appreciate
the mean streak that's inside me when it's
so hard to miss you the way that i do
i just want to kiss you
do you miss me?
do you miss me too?
don't want to see you, don't want to be seen
so when you come around
with your sparkly new girl
i duck and weave just like i'm sugar shane
then i trip and fall and disappear
right off of this great big world
and though i try to keep it to myself
it's not beneath me to appreciate
the mean streak that's inside me
when it's so hard to miss you......


Noha by razwan zaidi year 2005.

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