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Gazosa ft. Tormento - Nessuno mi può giudicare
Dalla famosa canzone di Caterina Caselli...soundtrack di Cardio fitness...
MARRACASH - FINO A QUI TUTTO BENE
Marracash - Badabum Cha Cha. -
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EMINEM - Lose Yourself (dal film 8 Mile)
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Easy, no
He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
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Quelli Che Benpensano - FrankieHiNRG (La Morte Dei Miracoli)
Quelli Che Benpensano
Frankie Hi-NRG MC
La Morte Dei Miracoli
Sono intorno a noi, in mezzo a noi, in molti casi siamo noi a far promesse senza mantenerle mai se non per calcolo, il fine è solo l'utile, il mezzo ogni possibile, la posta in gioco è massima, l'imperativo è vincere e non far partecipare nessun altro, nella logica del gioco la sola regola è esser scaltro: niente scrupoli o rispetto verso i propri simili perchè gli ultimi saranno gli ultimi se i primi sono irraggiungibili. Sono tanti arroganti coi più deboli, zerbini coi potenti, sono replicanti, sono tutti identici guardali stanno dietro a machere e non li puoi distinguere. Come lucertole si arrampicano, e se poi perdon la coda la ricomprano.
Fanno quel che vogliono si sappia in giro fanno, spendono, spandono e sono quel che hanno.
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
...e come le supposte abitano in blisters full-optiona, con cani oltre i 120 decibels e nani manco fosse Disneyland, vivon col timore di poter sembrare poveri, quel che hanno ostentano e tutto il resto invidiano, poi lo comprano, in costante escalation col vicino costruiscono: parton dal pratino e vanno fino in cielo, han più parabole sul tetto che S.Marco nel Vangelo e sono quelli che di sabato lavano automobili che alla sera sfrecciano tra l'asfalto e i pargoli, medi come i ceti cui appartengono, terra-terra come i missili cui assomigliano. Tiratissimi, s'infarinano, s'alcolizzano e poi s'impastano su un albero, boom! Nasi bianchi come Fruit of the Loom che diventano più rossi d'un livello di Doom...
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
Ognun per se, Dio per se, mani che si stringono tra i banchi delle chiese alla domenica, mani ipocrite, mani che fan cose che non si raccontano altrimenti le altre mani chissà cosa pensano, si scandalizzano. Mani che poi firman petizioni per lo sgombero, mani lisce come olio di ricino, mani che brandiscon manganelli, che farciscono gioielli, che si alzano alle spalle dei fratelli. Quelli che la notte non si può girare più, quelli che vanno a mignotte mentre i figli guardan la tv, che fanno i boss, che compran Class, che son sofisticati da chiamare i NAS, incubi di plastica che vorrebbero dar fuoco ad ogni zingara ma l'unica che accendono è quella che dà loro l'elemosina ogni sera, quando mi nascondo sulla faccia oscura della loro luna nera...
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
Sono intorno a me ma non parlano con me... Sono come me ma si sentono meglio...
Edited by Nausicaa* - 20/4/2011, 13:03. -
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B.o.B - Airplanes (Feat. Hayley Williams of Paramore)
"Empire State of Mind" Jay-Z | Alicia Keys
Eminem - Not Afraid. -
Hekate.
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Questa e' ancora piu' bella... Sing for the moment
[Verse #1]
These ideas are nightmares for white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
Its so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he dont care
He's a problem child, what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin out
Cos he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
But if he ever saw him again, he'd prolly knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, 2 rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, this house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go
Come on...
[Chorus:]
Sing with me, sing for the year
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
Sing with me,just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
[Verse #2]
Entertainment is danger, intertwine it with gansters
In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Only you're unholy, only have one homey
Only this gun, lonely, cuz don't anyone know me
But everybody just feels like they can relate
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can be great, or even worse, they can teach hate
Its like kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphasis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorney's all gonna turn it to
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose canon
You need to spew, dont hesitate to produce air-guns
Thats why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Swiftly just to get me offa these streets quickly
But all their kids been listen'n to me religiously
So i'm signing cds while police fingerprint me
They're for the judges daughter, but his grudge is against me
If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesnt make sense, Pete
It's all political, if my music is literal and i'm a criminal,
How the fuck can i raise a little girl?
I couldn't. i wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you!
[Chorus]
[Verse #3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
But can it load a gun for you and cock it too?
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault, and i'll get sued
See what these kids do, is hear about us toting pistols
And they want to get one, cos they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves
We're entertainers, of course this shit's affecting our sales
You ignoramus. but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It's fucked up ain't it, how we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
It's why we sing for these kids that don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fucking rap magazine
Who post pinup pictures on their walls all day long
Idolise their favourite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishing they die
Till they throw on a rap record, and they sit and they vibe
We're nothing to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in their eyes
That's why we sieze the moment, and try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it, 'cos we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
Just let our spirits live on, through out lyrics that you hear in our songs
And we can
[Chorus]
[Chorus Without Beat]
[Instrumental]
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Bella! Ho questo CD...America mi pare si chiami....lui è un pischello qui...è uno dei primi CD...certo si vede che è una Bilancia dai lineamenti...secondo me è un ragazzo dolce... . -
Hekate.
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Non so' dove vada a cadere il suo ascendente ma il suo TN parla poco di Bilancia; Urano congiunto al Sole e Luna in Acquario, poi Mercurio nell''arrabbiatissimo' Scorpione, Marte congiunto a Plutone. Vedi qui' : https://vascello-stelleperdute.forumfree.it...786782#lastpost
p.s.; io i Bilancini non li vedo come persone dolci, direi prima dei carrarmati (sono complementari agli Ariete).. -
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Il mio commento sul fatto che sia un ragazzo dolce non ha niente a che vedere con l'essere Bilancia...
Per quanto riguarda l'arrabbiato...sono pose sceniche...mica ci avrai creduto che è sempre arrabbiato...ma canta la rabbia degli oppressi, repressi, sfigati ecc ecc, come era lui una volta, quando era Marshall Mathers...e poi è diventato M in M = Eminem.... -
Hekate.
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Ascolta questo!! Fortissimo... . -
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Bello!!
Bellissima lei!!. -
Hekate.
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Con Rihanna... .