Gilberto Gil – Duplo Sentido Lyrics

Dessa esquina pelo menos posso ver o movimento dos carros
Vim de casa porque estava insuportável pensar
Dessa esquina pelo menos posso perceber o duplo sentido
O duplo sentido do tráfego e não me incomodar
Dessa esquina pelo menos posso ver o movimento dos carros
Vim de casa porque estava insuportável falar
Por telefone (tão distante) com pessoas que eu não posso ver
Por telefone com pessoas que eu não posso pegar
Dessa esquina pelo menos posso perceber
O duplo sentido de tudo
Em todos que vão a diversos lugares
Primeiros, terceiros, oitavos andares
Vigésimos modos de andar
Dessa esquina pelo menos posso perceber
O duplo sentido de tudo
Na falta de unanimidade
Uns vêm pra cidade como eu
Outros voltam correndo pro lar
Vim de casa porque estava insuportável pensar
Na saudade, na saúde, na fé
Dessa esquina pelo menos posso ver como é
E não me incomodar
O duplo sentido na rua é tão claro
Não há que duvidar
O duplo sentido na rua é tão claro
O apito do guarda é que dá

Hella – There’s No 666 In Outer Space Lyrics

You were born so relative
You will die like you were never meant to live
So don’t save face
There’s no 666 in outer space
No one wants you anymore
Your love was just a whore
No one’s listening to the liars
The one’s that died before they were even born
It’s hard to be ignored
When you’re secretly adored
We’re all in need of things
To rule our lives but never be seen
So pick your place
There’s no 666 in outer space
No one wants you anymore
Your love was just a whore
No one’s listening to the liars
The one’s that died before they were even born
Knowing
YOU CREATED THE LIE
Time was written with you in mind
The part of the villain you will play
You’re the one we love to hate
When no one is running there is no race
One life to live one life to waste
There’s no 666 in outer space
We bid you goodnight
See you in 1000 years
We’ll watch you cry
On silver screens in the afterlife
You’ll win the prize
Of best performance by
An actor afraid to die
You were damned by reactions
To creations you lived to defy
We bid you goodnight
See you in 1000 years
You were damned by reactions
Creations you lived to defy
Knowing
YOU CREATED THE LIE Purest of knowledge lays and waits
The last of its craft too much too late
Your day is down to one
The lines of your decline have swallowed their tongues
Harsh enough to freeze the sun
Questions answered with a question
Hell is younger than the heavens?

Kresnt – KRESNT FREESTYLE Lyrics (feat. Young Jin)

HOOK
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
If they throw dirt take a sec… rest in peace
I been chefin in the kitchen with no recipe
I'm the answer bitch no they ain't never question me
Like
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
I been f*ckin hoes like ya boy easy e
Strap on the glove man this dick ain't free
2 dimes like Mister payton I ain't hitting 3’s HOOK
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
If they throw dirt take a sec… rest in peace
I been chefin in the kitchen with no recipe
I'm the answer bitch no they ain't never question me
Like
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
I been f*ckin hoes like ya boy easy e
Strap on the glove this dick ain't free
2 dimes like Mister payton I ain't hitting 3’s
Verse 1
They embellish
All there relics
Tell em ketchup
Like it’s relish
Mustered strength
Not selfish
Never jealous
Got a fetish
Making lettuce
So let us
Hit the moves like Elvis
Tell my face turns reddish
Need to replenish
With her melons
Is that ya wifey
AINT NO TELLING
She go dumb on the dick like she hellen
You can't say that we live in a sensitive time
Take out my dick I can change any feminists mind
Im one of a kind cause
HOOK
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
I been f*ckin hoes like ya boy easy e
Strap on the glove man this dick ain't free
2 dimes like Mister payton I ain't hitting 3’s
Hello mother f*ckers its the K.R.S.N.T
If they throw dirt take a sec… rest in peace
I been chefin in the kitchen with no recipe
I'm the answer bitch no they ain't never question me
Verse 2
They don’t want beef
They don't wanna battle
I got 2 45’s
And the right angle
Watch his life dangle
Let his life dangle
And the M** bring the mac in
But he dont work for apple
I dont want no drama
Just commas
Jimmy neutron
Get ya brain blast
With the llama
City full of politics
Artists ride and swallow dick
Just to be on blogs and shit
Wheres ya f*ckin honour
Ayo L
Bitch We take no L’s
I been f*cking hoes since days of AOL
With the msn messenger
Use to be stressing her
Now I’m undressing her
Messing her hair
Pressing her there
No more finessing
Life is a blessing
Straight to the moon
King Kresnt
Wait, who are you again?

Gilberto Gil – A Rua Lyrics

Toda rua tem seu curso
Tem seu leito de água clara
Por onde passa a memória
Lembrando histórias de um tempo
Que não acaba
De uma rua, de uma rua
Eu lembro agora
Que o tempo, ninguém mais
Ninguém mais canta
Muito embora de cirandas
(Oi, de cirandas)
E de meninos correndo
Atrás de bandas
Atrás de bandas que passavam
Como o rio Parnaíba
Rio manso
Passava no fim da rua
E molhava seus lajedos
Onde a noite refletia
O brilho manso
O tempo claro da lua
Ê, São João, ê, Pacatuba
Ê, rua do Barrocão
Ê, Parnaíba passando
Separando a minha rua
Das outras, do Maranhão
De longe pensando nela
Meu coração de menino
Bate forte como um sino
Que anuncia procissão
Ê, minha rua, meu povo
Ê, gente que mal nasceu
Das Dores, que morreu cedo
Luzia, que se perdeu
Macapreto, Zé Velhinho
Esse menino crescido
Que tem o peito ferido
Anda vivo, não morreu
Ê, Pacatuba
Meu tempo de brincar já foi-se embora
Ê, Parnaíba
Passando pela rua até agora
Agora por aqui estou com vontade
E eu volto pra matar esta saudade
Ê, São João, ê, Pacatuba
Ê, rua do Barrocão

Kresnt – 2 Reckless Lyrics (feat. DIRTY RADIO)

[Verse 1]
You want this and that
Love to mix and match
Gucci Prada huh
I can’t give you that
I got women over seas
But I’m thinking local
Baby save your vocals
Stop thinking hopeful
My life is heart breaks
And marijuana fumes
Tear each other apart
If we in the same room
We need space
We from 2 different planets
And I don’t belong here
I just crash landed
[Pre Chorus]
You ain’t sick but you pop still
No meds but you pop pills
Don’t know how a lot feel
And I can tell that you not real
[Hook: Dirty Radio]
You’re too reckless for your own
Nobody wants that
No I won’t Crawl Back
Crawl Back
You’re too reckless for your own good
Nobody wants that
No I won’t Crawl Back
You Should Go x 3
[Verse 2]
Whatcha saying
Fly through your city got no time to be plane
Your ex he a lame
I don’t watch seinfeld
Don’t stay in a lane
But I’m starting to feel pain
And I know you feel the same
Ay
Put you first
Put up with your worse
Woods got me coffin
Imma need a hearse
Can’t afford to waste my time
This my season
Tweets coming at you
Like you sneezing (bless)
[Pre Chorus]
You ain’t sick but you pop still
No meds but you pop pills
Don’t know how a lot feel
And I can tell that you not real
[Hook: Dirty Radio]
You’re too reckless for your own
Nobody wants that
No I won’t Crawl Back
Crawl Back
You’re too reckless for your own good
Nobody wants that
No I won’t Crawl Back
You Should Go x 3

Swelo – Paper Lyrics

Will you still be alone when that goal's faded? [Verse 1]
Listen
Little Jimmy was a kid with some big dreams
Staying up late at night sketching big scenes (big scenes)
Decides being artist at thirteen
But first gotta go to college cause that's what he
Expected to do when he thought he should be
Can't get to the dream without the degree
Now he's out of the school but his school ain't free
So he gets a new suit, push pause on the dream
And now he's pushing forty, corner office down the hall
Yeah he got a million dollars but lost sight of it all, damn
[Chorus]
Look at how you sold your soul for paper
Look at all the time you've gone and wasted
Look at all this gold, you think you've made it? Will you still be alone when that goal's faded? [Outro]
He'd go up in the elevator
Down, down in the elevator
He'd go up in the elevator
Down, down in the elevator
He'd go up in the elevator
Down, down in the elevator
He'd go up in the elevator
Down, down in the elevator
He'd go up in the elevator
Down, down in the elevator
He'd go up Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
[Pre-Chorus]
He'd go up in the elevator
Make the money
Down in the elevator
Chase the honeys
Up in the elevator
Make the money
Down in the elevator
Chase the honeys
[Chorus]
Look at how you sold your soul for paper
Look at all the time you've gone and wasted
Look at all this gold, you think you've made it? Will you still be alone when that goal's faded? Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
Oh oh oh, oh-oh
[Verse 2]
Bottle, bottle, at the club last night
Got too drunk again
Saw some girls who looked just right
Woke up alone again
[Bridge]
Trying to fill this hole but it stays open
Bottomless pit but I stay hopin'
Try to buy a fix but I stay broken
Come and wake me up when I stay over
Bill, gym, life in an endless loop
Ctrl-alt-delete but he can't reboot
All this screen but he can't refuse
All this screen but he feels abused
[Pre-Chorus]
He'd go up in the elevator
Make the money
Down in the elevator
Chase the honeys
Up in the elevator
Make the money
Down in the elevator
Chase the honeys
[Chorus]
Look at how you sold your soul for paper
Look at all the time you've gone and wasted
Look at all this gold, you think you've made it?

Killers – I’ll Be Home For Christmas Lyrics (feat. Ned Humphrey Hansen)

But Jeanie and Terry weren’t gamblers or dealers or mafiosos or lounge singers. The small, dusty sidecar of Las Vegas. Of course, I had my gripes about leavin’. And those rats; they’d nibbled long enough. His name was Mr Hansen. Now, I don’t know what a mosey looks like, but they packed up their house and their clothes and their me, and they moseyed on outta dodge. I knew I was experiencing something different from the others, but I was uplifted so it didn’t matter. And just like that, from sagebrush, slot machines and Elvis to Footloose, Onion Days and Jewel. Now, it would be easy to describe Mr Hansen as brave. And on a frosty December morning, he explained to us the story of the old standard "I’ll Be Home For Christmas". He didn’t just stand out from the rest; He sung out. Population: blink, and you’ll miss it. Dad got a job in the produce department at the Smith’s Food King, which was fitting since he managed to produce six kids: April, Shelley, Amy, Stephanie and my brother Shane were the other five. After all, this was a man who himself had served his country during the Korean war. The other kids were looking for the nearest escape: they couldn’t bear the embarrassment. The desert fort behind my house wasn’t gonna defend itself. This wasn’t a Home Alone movie, so… I went where the sweet’n’sour chicken was cooked, and the ice cold, caffeine-free Coke was just a fridge away. I was in fourth grade at the time, an age when boys start thinking more like men. I mean, I had a life in Henderson. I was wrapped up in it. But not me. This place called Payson, Utah. You don’t let it go. A nine-year-old can’t just stage a sit-in while the rest of the family checks out. She was born there, after all. A tale of a World War II soldier stationed overseas, writing a letter to his family about the return that he may never make. God’s country. "My mother and father spent most of their lives in Henderson, Nevada. I did my best to fit in, and I did as my teachers said, but that year one teacher stood out from the rest. Kenny and Kevin Hebner were just two houses up. He’s eighty six, but sounds like twenty, and though the other kids might find it funny, he’d like to sing his song for you, and if he doesn’t mind I might join in too."
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Oh Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Oh Christmas eve will find me
Where the love light gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
If only in my dreams I was nine. I felt the isolation of war. But getting up in front of twenty five nine-year-olds and singing a capella? It was 1990, and Vegas was boomin’, baby! They were just two normal people trying to keep up with the pack in a one-hundred-and-sixteen-degree rat race. And there wasn’t a dull moment: I’d had my first fight, my first crush, my first rodeo, but most importantly my first white Christmas. I couldn’t help myself. I saw it struck deep in him. That’s a whole other kind of bravery altogether. And so, for this here Christmas song, I have a friend I brought along. I felt the power of a song, and that’s the kind of thing that sticks with you. But what could I do? Henderson was just like any other town in America, only with slot machines in the laundromat.

Count Bass D – Busy Lyrics

All of a sudden now, nigga, you on his side? I disagree, so I shall keep my feet planted on they necks
Musically speaking, lied and said I was peaking
I make music every day, not just the weekends
From the ’90s to the ’20s and beyond
I flex the brawn, cape on ’til I’m gone
A class by myself, my own lane, my own breed
Mainly use edibles and barely smoke weed
The little Count that could, when they was all high-speed
Allergic to the bullshit in the sea of rap’s ragweed
To all my foes, friends, hoes and naysayers
Introducing the nice guy, the last boss playa
[Chorus]
[?]
May sound cliche
But I gets busy (get busy on ’em)
They can’t stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy (get busy on ’em)
They can’t stop me f*ck that, you challenged his pimpin’, nigga
Nigga, you ain’t never been in no position to say
Where this nigga is at
You know? I’ma call one nigga out in particular
And nigga you know who I’m talkin’ about
You know who I’m talkin about, nigga! No introduction is really needed
[Chorus]
[?] (one two, one two)
May sound cliche
But I gets busy (get busy on ’em)
They can’t stop me
When my perm gets long and gray
I still gets busy (get busy on ’em)
They can’t stop me
For you niggas to come through this motherf*cker
And sit here and say the shit that you’ve been sayin’? You ain’t never been on this nigga’s level
You know who I’m talkin’ about
Talkin’ about you
[Verse]
Huh
Wherever he go, their eyes stay aglow
Big Worm had a Hollywood perm
This shit real, barely gray and still grow
Dwight secure as a brokerage firm
Reap what you sow if you got a good hoe
I’m not Hammer, but they put me in the mix
Malicious tactics, punk shit and dirty tricks
[?] she allergic to latex
Fellas, don’t let ’em keep you from safe sex
Pocket tried to say these niggas give me respect?

Gilberto Gil – Aquele Abraco Lyrics

Alô torcida do Flamengo
Aquele abraço
Alô, alô, Realengo
Aquele Abraço! Pra você que me esqueceu
Ruuummm! Todo mês de fevereiro
Aquele passo! [Verso 1]
O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo
O Rio de Janeiro continua sendo
O Rio de Janeiro, fevereiro e março
[Refrão 1]
Alô, alô, Realengo
Aquele Abraço! [Refrão 3]
Aquele abraço! Todo o povo brasileiro
Aquele abraço! Todo mundo da Portela
Aquele Abraço! [Refrão 2]
Alô, moça da favela
Aquele Abraço! [Verso 3]
Meu caminho pelo mundo
Eu mesmo traço
A Bahia já me deu
Régua e compasso
Quem sabe de mim sou eu
Aquele Abraço! Alô torcida do Flamengo
Aquele abraço
[Verso 2]
Chacrinha continua
Balançando a pança
E buzinando a moça
E comandando a massa
E continua dando
As ordens no terreiro
[Pré-Refrão]
Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha
Velho guerreiro
Alô, alô, Terezinha
Rio de Janeiro
Alô, alô, seu Chacrinha
Velho palhaço
Alô, alô, Terezinha
Aquele Abraço! Alô Banda de Ipanema
Aquele Abraço! Alô Rio de Janeiro
Aquele abraço!

Mimikry – Apornas Planet Lyrics

Jag ber dig vänta lite till
Sen kan du göra vad du vill
Då ser jag inget av det som sker
Då står tiden still
Även om jag önskar mig att fallet vore så
Så tror jag inte att jag kommer få dig att förstå
Att det är vi och inte dom som har satt oss där vi är
Jag skriver ner vad vi gör här
På Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Ja jag skriver ett brev för att ge dig nåt mer
Än dom lögner du ser här på Apornas planet
En sista önskan skriver jag ner
Ta till dig detta ur mitt brev
Allting har en orsak, allting sker av nåt som skett
Så se igenom det du ser
Här på Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Ja jag skriver ett brev för att ge dig nåt mer
Än dom lögner du ser här på Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Apornas planet
Apornas planet
När du läser mitt brev hoppas jag du kan se
Att det finns mycket mer här på Apornas planet

Marcus Miller – Keep ’em Runnin Lyrics

[Chorus]
I keep 'em runnin', drivin' and hustlin'
They think they catchin' up, yeah
I hit them with this other thing
But, you know I keep 'em runnin'
They plan on passin' up
They think they got me down, yeah
I switch it up
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
I keep 'em runnin', drivin' and hustlin' (Drivin' and hustlin')
They think they catchin' up, yeah
I hit them with this other thing (I hit them with this other thing)
But, you know I keep 'em runnin', yeah
They plan on passin' up
They think they got me down, yeah
I switch it up
Switch it up, switch it up, up, up, up
[Instrumental Break]
[Bridge]
I keep them on the run
On the town havin' fun
And when the day is done
We talking a brother been won
I keep 'em runnin'
But, you know I keep 'em runnin', yeah
They plan on passin' up
They think they got me down, yeah
I switch it up
Switch it up, switch it up, up, up, up
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
I keep 'em runnin', drivin' and hustlin' (Drivin' and hustlin')
They think they catchin' up, yeah
I hit them with this other thing (I hit them with this other thing)
But, you know I keep 'em runnin', yeah
They plan on passin' up
They think they got me down, yeah
I switch it up
Switch it up, switch it up, up, up, up

Kresnt – Immortalized Lyrics

[Chorus]
Bitch i got the sauce
I'm immortalized
I'm the boss
I can never live a normal life
I don't gotta lie
When the truth so sexy
You feel the vibe
Now you wanna bring your bestie
[Verse 1]
Ain't no magic anymore man it's looking like 96
Afraid of how they look that’s why they hide in pics
I see a lot of gluten free people
Got no bread
And their shows like cemeteries
Man they just so dead
They really p*ssy who they kidding tho
Meanwhile I'm the goat If you didn't know
Cristal by the litre yeah i'm sipping slow
Not even Raven Simone could see my vision tho
Ya nasty
[Chorus]
Bitch i got the sauce
I'm immortalized
I'm the boss
I can never live a normal life
I don't gotta lie
When the truth so sexy
You feel the vibe
Now you wanna bring your bestie
[Verse 2]
What a life
I paid the price
Matter of fact twice
With some tax
Hold up
You can do the math
Legacy
No body standing next to me
They can't step to me
But they all wish the best for me
I get it though
Jealousy and all that hate
But like Jay said that's a female trait
How you goin hate somebody
When we got the same hours
Nah I don't club
I just want all this power
Like
[Chorus]
Bitch i got the sauce
I'm immortalized
I'm the boss
I can never live a normal life
I don't gotta lie
When the truth so sexy
You feel the vibe
Now you wanna bring your bestie
[Outro]
Bring ya bestie
And they lesbies
They just got 2 9’s on they back like gretzky
Bitch im popping
Look like pepsi
Bitch I got the mother f*cking

Killers – Lightning Fields Lyrics (feat. K.d. Lang)

Last night I saw you dressed in white
Nothing around you
You were standing in the lightning field of love
You were waiting for the lightning to come
And I didn’t want to wake up
I just wanted to run my fastest
And stand beside you
I just wanted to run my fastest and stand beside you
In the lightning field of love
I didn’t want to wake up
I just wanted to run my fastest
And stand beside you in the lightning field
Press your face to mine
Name and raise again
Take the car out for a drive
Run my fastest and stand beside you
In the lightning field of love
Name and raise again
Press your face to mine
Run my fastest and name and raise again
Hold your hand again
Speak your name again
Over heels again
Tell you everything
Late at night I lie in bed
And think about things left unsaid
And all the things that I’d do different
If I just had the chance
Don’t beat yourself up, you laid good ground
Look at ’em walk from scratch to sundown
You put the work in and then some
Where is all this coming from? There’s no end to love
There’s no end to truth
There’s no end to me
There’s no end to you
I just wanted to run my fastest
And stand beside you in the lightning field of love
Press your face to mine
Name and raise again
Take the car out for a drive
(Take me with you to the other side)
Run my fastest and stand beside you
In the lightning field of love
Name and raise again
Press your face to mine
Run my fastest and name and raise again
Give my name again
Speak your name again
Bring myself to just
Tell you everything
Tell you everything
Everything

Kaaris – Se-vrak Lyrics

[Paroles de “Sevrak”]
[Couplet 1]
Le bouchon de liège est dans ton anus et je pousse encore avec mon phallus
Il était temps que tu traces et t’arrêtes, tu n’as laissé que l’trône et la crasse de ta raie
J’serai le numéro 1 j’en fais le pari, je défonce le rap français depuis l’Atari
Depuis 43ème BIMA aucune avarie, y a 963 chevaux dans ma ‘rari
J’suis connu dans toute l’Afrique comme Ipupa Fally, Killuminati comme 2Pac à Cali
On sort du zoo et on encule Daktari, tu m’suces et j’éjacule sur ta carie
2.7 Z.E.R.O Squad, un double f*ck j’croise les oigts-d
Isolation phonique , ça sent la chronique, Therapy Music ta chatte est moite
Je suis dans la cabine, tu dois me féliciter, en séance, tu gaspilles de l’électricité
Beaucoup d’envie et de jalousie suscitées, le cul du mouvement que je dois ressusciter
Je dégaine plus vite, je dois anticiper, ton règne est fini depuis l’antiquité
Rebeu, noi-ch’, babtou et ggas-ni, je leur nique la cke-schnè pour la mixité
[Refrain]
Et je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange
f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, je vends de la drogue, f*ck les shmidts, faut que je mange
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk
Gros billet sur ton gros cul, ton gros cul, ton gros cul, n’est que la face cachée de l’iceberg
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope
[Couplet 2]
Je ne fais que pousser les hit, tu ne fais que sucer des bites
Mon gang est resserré comme dans le PKK, tes fesses sont écartées comme dans un FKK
Abidjan, Brazzaville et Dakar, chauds comme les Boko Haram et Fatah
J’ai un nouveau Glock avec 2 chargeurs, large est le torse dans le débardeur
Pour tailler la barbe, faut un sécateur, peux faire une DP sans qu’il y ait 2 hardeurs
Grosse auto, faut qu’du coco, j’suis tout le temps à la pompe à essence
Tes potos sont dans le ffre-co ou tout le temps en convalescence
Automatique, une seule fois je presse, trop feignant pour passer les vitesses
Je serai le coupable et le complice, mon fils va tirer sur ton fils
Mes douilles atterrissent sur la lune et tes couilles atterrissent dans le presse-agrumes
Gros, je tombe dans le vide, kalashé comme le guide
Le son est tellement lourd qu’il est d’une obésité morbide
Moi je veux des euros, des euros, des euros, des euros, je te parle et c’est déjà trop d’honneur
T’as que des zéros, des zéros, des zéros, des zéros, MC t’auras jamais le tableau d’honneur
Y a des putes, et des putes et des putes et des putes sur le net, ça veut jouer les boycotteurs
Je marque des buts et des buts et des buts et des buts et des buts avec ou sans vocodeur
[Refrain]
Et je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange
f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, je vends de la drogue, f*ck les shmidts, faut que je mange
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk
Gros billet sur ton gros cul, ton gros cul, ton gros cul, n’est que la face cachée de l’iceberg
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope
[Couplet 3]
J’suis sur tous les terrains, j’suis goal et attaquants en 4-4-2 comme les Mancuniens
Original j’fais mal, je ne fais que du sale et je les baise du 1er au 31
Je veux partir pour ne plus voir la nature humaine et je m’arrache comme Ulysse 31
4124 2.7.0. 2.0.31
Ils disent que je ne suis plus leur frelon, que j’ai que j’ai le bras grave long
Que depuis j’ai pris le melon, que je veux lécher tous les mamelons
Je tire dans le plexus pour les galons, les montagnes surplombent les vallons
J’suis dans le Lexus comme dans le salon, t’as l’utérus sur les talons
Glock, barbe grainée, je veux que toute ta filiation décède
Et je n’ai même pas encore dégainé, ma réputation me précède
Je leur crache sur leur crâne pour la garniture et je fais un selfie
J’t’encule ta femme et ta progéniture, telle mère telle fille (Pute !)
[Refrain]
Et je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange, je mélange
f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, f*ck le SMIC, je vends de la drogue, f*ck les shmidts, faut que je mange
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk, et tu twerk
Gros billet sur ton gros cul, ton gros cul, ton gros cul, n’est que la face cachée de l’iceberg
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
[Outro]
Salope, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
J’viens avec la haine pas avec la rage, on a assez travaillé pendant l’esclavage
Salope! 2.7., 2.7

Swelo – Interluude Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
[Verse 2]
I keep my voice down low
So no one can hear me
Cry into the night
Cry into the night
I keep my voice down low
So no one can hear me
Cry into the night
Cry into the night