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Cenda A Tonda

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Cenda a Tonda jedou spolu na kolech. Jedou na kolech seno jim voni do nosu. Seno jim voni, stejne jedou na kolech vedle sebe. Jedou vedle sebe na kolech celou cestu z kopecka. Seno jim voni, jedou z horniho konce. Tonda a Cenda jedou na kolech pro me. Jedeme na kolech ja, Cenda a Tonda.

Se Tu Sei Cielo

Angelo Branduardi
Se tu sei cielo è a te che tornerò e sul tuo seno le ali piegherò... Per il mio sonno sei notte e sole al mattino e tiepida pioggia sulla terra che ho. Se tu sei vento vento di mare... prima tempesta e poi riparo. Il tuo passo leggero mi segue sulla via, sei tu che cammini sulla terra che ho. Se tu sei tempo con me tu passerai, bella stagione, profumo mi darai... e vendemmia per noi L'autunno che verrà, poi le foglie cadranno sulla terra che ho. Ma tu sei cielo e a te io tornerò e del tuo seno il nido mi farò... sei la strada accogliente che il mio passo sa già e sei vento, sei tempo, sei la terra che ho.

La Vita È Inferno All'infelice

La vita è inferno all'infelice... Invano morte desio!... Siviglia! ... Leonora! Oh rimembranza! Oh notte ch'ogni ben mi rapisti! Sarò infelice eternamente... è scritto. Della natal sua terra il padre volle spezzar l'estranio giogo, a coll'unirsi all'ultima degl'lncas la corona cingere confidò. Fu vana impresa! In un carcere nacqui; m'educava il deserto; sol vivo perché ignota è mia regale stirpe! ... I miei parenti sognarono un trono, e li destò la scure!... Oh, quando fine avran le mie sventure! O tu che in seno agli angeli eternamente pura salisti bella, incolume dalla mortal iattura, O tu che in seno agli angeli salisti bella pura non iscordar di volger lo sguardo a me tapino, che senza nome ed esule in odio del destino, che senza nome ed esule in odio del destino, chiedo anelando, ahi misero, chiedo anelando, ahi misero, la morte d'incontrar... Leonora mia, soccorrimi, Leonora mia, soccorrimi, pietà, pietà, pietà, del mio penar. Leonora soccorrimi, pietà, del mio penar. Leonora mia, pietà, pietà, del mio penar. Soccorrimi, pietà, de me.

Pongámonos De Acuerdo

No estas en condicion de poner tus condiciones yo no estoy para dar ni para resivir sermones no estamos en hora de complasencia ahorita tengo ganas de acabar con tu pasiensia tu guardas tu postura yo sigo en mi posision tu ego esta en la luna y el orgullo entre los dos si para ti es juego de resistencia iremediablemento esto para mi es un adios pongamonos de acuerdo nos vamos a querer o aya vamos a dejar o de nuevo aparentar que aqui no a pasado nada o amargarnos la vida si se vive un dia a la vez mejor deja que mis pies me alejen de este camino que es la cenda equivocada ya no te encuetro el lado no se por donde empezar si empiezo por el final creo que seria lo mas prudente a menos que por 21unicavez tengas una idea cuerente pongamonos de acuerdo nos vamos a querer o aya vamos a dejar o de nuevo aparentar que aqui no a pasado nada o amargarnos la vida si se vive un dia a la vez mejor deja que mis pies me alejen de este camino que es la cenda equivocada ya no te encuetro el lado no se por donde empezar si empiezo por el final creo que seria lo mas prudente a menos que por 21unicavez tengas una idea cuerente

Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

CRADLE OF FILTH "Cruelty And The Beast"
hear me now all crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her Like an amorous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection 'Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas More. Whore. More Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw

Battle Cry

JOELL ORTIZ "Farewell Summer"
How many times I gotta tell y'all I'm second to none. No magazine's top ten cause I'm negative one. So I don't pay attention to them dumb folk Cause I'm a always be in first like the clutch broke I'm from where the cut-throats cut coke Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke And guess what? That's who I hang with, so when you speak INDUSTRY - I don't know the language But play the beat and I'll show you why I'm head honcho Ya'll gettin' away with murder like the white bronco Bunch of trash inbetween hooks Bars too cute to be gettin' all these mean looks Put the hottest rappers all on one stage together See who'll hold their arm up like Che Guevera I rhyme hotter and I say it better I'm a winter cold war I'm a product of the Regan Era Day thinkin till the page inkin' My 16 free ya'll I'm hip-hop's Abe Lincoln. Fam I don't know what they thinkin These niggas got me fucked up like I spent all day drinkin I'm a boss not a loss yet You're little lemons in a race with a souped up corvette I'm so hot I could stand still and pour sweat in the North Pole fully naked with my balls wet I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex You're bluffin, I play Poker I'm callin all bets Local boy, when's the last time you all left? I don't even know where the FUCK I'm goin' on tour next Last month Canada, before that? Europe I had Waffles out in Belguim, you ain't had Syrup Every time I write it's another flight Another whore with my kids on her underbite Another "YAOWA!" chant when I touch the Mic Another Magazine spread, yeah you fuckin right I'm on my grind like a pair of in-line skates Get on tracks and go banana's like a Primate Baboon, Gorilla, Chimpanzee, I'm Wild Ape King Kong under your skin, I'm bout to Sky-Scrape But the sky ain't the limit I could teleport through my mind any minute Take you to a place where the Lions go "ribbit" All the frogs "roar" and the fire is frigid I'm outta this world - don't belong here What heir'ing the thrown if I taught you from a small chair? Family, you niggas got it twisted Flow out of the box, yours chicken and a biscuit Gave me chicken pox when I listen, I be itchin' to cripple your career like a ligament is missin Dawg I'm on a mission like an intimate position When I swing it's Knock Out's I ain't gettin' a decision From here on it's locked ya'll a prisoner to spittin Can't escape my bars no visitor's permitted Welcome to Hell where Joell holds a pitch-fork And you burn in eternal flames for your bitch talk Dick in my hand I'm pissed off But I ain't bucklin', 'Everyday I'm Hustlin' - Rick Ross One day the whole globe will know I'm Clark Kent Underneath the shades on a Project park bench Superman when I grip the Mic The only way I'm slowin down is if I blow a pound of Kryptonite From now on I'm a bully I'm a pick the fight Let them pick you up off the ground when I check ya bite You'll become a little memory, gigabyte Me and these beats got married, I'm Mr. Right Little man you spit aight, I'm on fire You gotta little buzz - Miller Lite Man there's so many words runnin' round my brain If I don't put them on a track I would go insane Maybe that's why everything I say is crazy And everyday I wake up, with a naked lady With a V.I.P. band on my right wrist Pants on the flow, J.D. with a slight sip Left in the bottle tele-key on the night stand I go to the bathroom to pee and then I scram I live the life of a rock-star They ain't wanna let me through so I became a Cop Car Put the Sirens on every time I touch a pen Everybody move like dope - that's a fuckin '10' My peers know I'm gonna win. This music's like my first crush, for years I wanted in I'm here. Oh boy will you taste the wrath I'm a make it ugly like what's underneath Jason's mask I listen to alot of mixtapes and laugh All Ya'll nigga do is whine like Jamaican ass Every night I celebrate, we take a glass of Champagne to the brain Sometimes we take a bath Victory feels far better Than Defeat, you niggas weak, Solar's Letter I'm harder than a fonz-lebber My worst rhyme's 30 times rougher than your hottest bars ever I could front like a car fender Cause everything I'm on DJ's pull up like the bar tenders New York I'm the answer to your prayers Head Nod music, leave the dancin over there Project Shit, ain't no Mansion over here Just Murder on the strings, Charles Manson on the Snare I'm hungry the game's like a Food Court I just gave ya'll a loose hundred, Newports. Chea Joell Ortiz Who feel they... Who feel they better?

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