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ABRAHAM MATEO lyrics - Who I Am

Mi Circo

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Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show. Quiero saltar sin miedo a tu boca, Y caminar por la cuerda floja. Hoy hasta el limite te voy a amar (te voy a amar). Quiero domar a esa niña fiera, Y demostrar que en el fondo es tierna, Hoy soy el mago que te hará vibrar. Baby, a ti me quiero lanzar, Baby, lanzarme y no regresar, Baby, siento que soy inmortal Y que tú eres mi dama. Baby, si no acierto, Yo paso del cielo al infierno. (Ohh) Pero ya mi miedo, No existe el amor sin riesgo. (Mi circo será) Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, (Mi circo será) Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. (Mi circo será) Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, (Mi circo será) Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. Saltaré a tu piel, Sin temor, volaré. Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin. Subiré al cielo de tus besos, Y un salto mortal daré sobre tu cuerpo, Sin duda alguna tú mi circo serás. Baby, bajaré al fondo del mar, Baby, encaminado a tu amor. Baby, y trataré de escapar de tu boca, de tu voz, nooo.. Baby, sin tu abrazo Soy solo un triste payaso. (Ohh) Baby, sin tus labios Yo nunca volaría tan alto. (Mi circo será) Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, (Mi circo será) Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. (Mi circo será) Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, (Mi circo será) Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. Saltaré a tu piel, Sin temor, volaré. Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. Mi diversión, mi sonrisa, girl you know, Puro espectáculo es verte en acción. (Mi circo será) Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, (Mi circo será) Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, (Mi circo será) Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin. Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin, Ladies and gentlemen the show must begin.

Ladies

J. COLE "The Warm Up"
[Verse 1:] Yea, ay, look When she talk she so closed minded all she want to do is shop she so clothes minded Wanna cop the latest before them other hoes find it Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it Probably cause she so fine it will blow your mind she black and Pocahontas Laid back and blow that grind Ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it so any other nigga that a tap, will know it's mine I put in work overtime, let me cut mow the lawn Guarantee I blow your mind She try to play me til she learned I wrote a rhyme That's that nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed The rap form Lebron, "Oh girl that boy the bomb! No chain around his neck but better watch out for the charm Your not my daughter um, but you can be my baby Summertime, wintertime, anytime we looking for them ladies [Chorus:] Ay with your fat ass booty and your curly ass weave! Yea, I ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves Yea now clap your hands one time if you know you look good Yea if your from the suburbs of the hood [Verse 2:] Yea, she said I got a man Well baby I don't give a fuck See me I understand, and I ain't trynna spilt you up! Okay give me your number And later I'm a hit you up If you sleep I get you up Ride over and pick you up If it's clean I'll lick you up! Yea do you research I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my tee shirt Just came home from getting my South Beach on You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on She tryna get her freak on come up on his ski jet You scared of that water of you just scared to get your weave wet Barely got your feet wet Guess I know where we headed Tryna see throw it back let's check your reflexes Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for! You can be my cuddy buddy - baby what are friends for I spend up the tempo them other niggas lazy Can't fuck with nothing younger than the 80s I'm grown and I'm looking for some Ladies [Chorus:] Ay with your fat ass booty and your curly ass weave! Yea, I ain't tricking but I got a couple tricks under my sleeves Ay now clap your hands one time if you know you look good Yea if your from the suburbs of the hood (Ladies, beautiful Ladies, ohh Ladies, all of you ladies)

Guaranteed

DILATED PEOPLES "The Platform"
Ah HEY, all-- Attention, ladies and gentlemen *cut and scratched* [Evidence] (Iriscience) Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night When we put down the mic Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but they style ain't pure (A carbon copy) That's right Rak it comes out so sloppy (Plus for from crisp) So I leave you wit this [Evidence] Yo to me it don't matter how dope you write or look MC's without a voice should write a book You heard me properly, claimin that shit you didn't, oh really? My crew's more dedicated than Rocky training in Philly Put your gloves on, about to get more than can withstand The comp they left baffled coffee shops in Amsterdam I never got redemption from an honorable mention So my lyrics hug the beat wit the tightest suspension (watch out) Don't fear on turns, of course floor the corners Yo, that's my drive, got tracks like beehives You can't pass my gate, a great mistake, you paid the cost You bigger than me? You screaming Shorty No Mas Yo, some think I'm clever Others think I'm the one who makes too many references to weather/whether... Or not I'm feelin this beyond words explain Yo you set up a battle outdoors and pray for rain Attention ladies and gentlemen *cut and scratched* [Evidence] (Iriscience) Expand and Dilate, so by the end of the night When we put down the mic Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but they style ain't pure A carbon copy (That's right Ev, it comes out so sloppy) Plus far from crisp (So I leave you wit this) [Iriscience] Aiyyo you speak like who you hang wit And piece like who you paint wit Everything is merging, no matter who you bank wit Imagery battle hymns, political poetry Platform show, by now maybe you know Who don't scheme, but knows more lines than coke fiends Closing dark plates, it's hot and smoking Sneaky green slow flow, thought provoking Leaves mics, turntables and stages broken Dilated y'all, Irisciece y'all wide awake Babu revolve while Rakka rocks the break Revolution is a cycle to turn, vital to learn Next time other neighborhoods are liable to burn Toys meet the same fate steppin in range Ain't your folks hollering at you 'bout playin wit flame? Can't be contained, front row's insane Alchemist load the track, Irisci bullet train Attention ladies and gentlemen [Evidence] (Iriscience) Expand and Dilate, so at the end of the night When we put down the mic Thinkin D-Dilated Peoples brings heat That's guaranteed heat for sure, a pure mix-ture Some try to do the same but they style ain't pure (A carbon copy) That's right Rak it comes out so sloppy Plus far from crisp (Babs leave em wit this) *DJ Babu scratching* Can we do it again 2x My goodness Ladies and gentlemen Babu's on one's and two's HEY

Bad, Bad, Bad

Kool Moe Dee "Funke, Funke Wisdom"
[ VERSE 1 ] Since the day I was born I was on a mission Never played out of position or wishin or missin I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes I - I was talkin way before I could crawl or walk And what the ladies heard, wasn't baby talk I'd drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb Highly explosive, but notice, I was cool and calm Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun Was just beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug I stood up for a while, then I started walkin I heard the ladies say, Look who's talkin That's right, baby, you can leave me alone Cause if you can't please me, don't tease me, cause I'm bad to the.. [ female voices repeating ] Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad (Big bad..)

No More No More

AEROSMITH "Toys In The Attic"
blood stains the ivories on my daddy's baby grand ain't seen the daylight since we started this band no more, no more [2x] store-bought clothes fallin' 'part at the seams tea leaf-readin' gypsies fortune-tellin' my dreams no more, no more [2x] Holiday Inn, lock the door with a chain you love 'em and you hate it but to me they're all the same no more, no more [3x] baby I'm a dreamer found my horse and carriage stalemate jailbait ladies can't refuse you love 'em then you leave 'em with your sold out reviews no more, no more [2x] sweet-talkin' bar room ladies disease slippin' with her lips slidin' down your knees no more, no more [3x] *** screamer bound to a wife in marriage baby I'm a dreamer found my horse and carriage ladies hold the aces while my lovers call it passion the men call it pleasure but to me it's old fashioned times they're a-changin' nothing ever stands still if I don't stop changin' I'll be writin' my will it's the same old story never get a second chance for a dance to the top of the hill babe I'm a dreamer found my horse and carriage

Broken Hearts

John Cale "Last Day On Earth"
Welcome to the Caf¨¦ Shabu. Permit me to introduce you to some of our regulars. Starting on my immediate left, ladies and gentlemen, here in Caf¨¦ Shabu, you'll note a poet, a man of words by trade. And yes, that's a refugee from an unnamed political philosophy, come here to spread his message of joy and peace amongst us. Thank you very much sir. Over here, next to him we see a lady who has traded-in a lifestyle of the rich and famous for work with underprivileged and exceptional children which I am sure makes her very pleased with herself, ladies and gentlemen. Sitting next to her a man of letters and words and moods. A man who spent most of his life deceiving himself and now finds himself facing six years in rehabilitation prison and a death sentence on the outside. Sitting next to him on a banquette, a ballerina. She's had two grapes, a raisin, and a chicklet, and she's full. In fact, she's been stuffed for years. Next to her are two spinsters knitting their way in and out of various predicaments coloure d by the excesses of their ancestors. And close by them, some surreal painter's brooding over the very over-emphasis of colour-violence. Violence on the blue end of the scale. Next to them, two off-duty detectives checking each other out. Next door to the sugarholics, see them shivering, see them staring into the distance, see them growing, oh, see them go comatose. Insulin please, Maitre D'! On my immediate right several politicians smiling lizard-like, see them assure themselves that their status is indeed quo. Rip up the cheques said the Maitre D'. See if I care. I do this for the company. I've got no-one to trust any secrets to but myself. In the basement, in the vault, in the attic on the walls are the pictures I take in part-payment for my time. And the waitress reminds you that in the backroom bathed in red, glowing with the speed of light that reflects the demands of the living for the dead, are our angels, a host at your service to meet your every need. So order up, the waitress said. Our great caf¨¦ serves everything.

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