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ANDREA BOCELLI lyrics - Sacred Arias


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Ingemisco tamquam reus, culpa rubet vultus meus, supplicanti, supplicanti parce, Deus. Qui Mariam absolvisti et latronem exaudisti, mihi quoque spem dedisti. mihi quoque spem dedisti. Preces meae non sunt dignae; sed tu bonus fac benigne ne perenni cremer igne. Inter oves locum praesta, et ab haedis me sequestra, Inter oves locum praesta, et ab haedis me sequestra, statuens, statuens in parte dextra. et ab haedis me sequestra,

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?


AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the left with a face full of death. We slanged out fang mouth bang out now. This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl. Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it? Same scape as the walls crawling with paranoia's plaintiffs. The robo-komodo promo Zen patience a-alike to this jittery drooling mess. Bitterly unruly on mud hugger alert, he usher dirt to the kick circus. Deflected labor ethic questions peeled at the field workers. Is it raw? Please... does a priest need a ten-foot pole to baptize little Linus minus the lap ride and tease? Evolution is a leader depleter, seeker needy sheep idol feeder beware, once complete you might not want to be there. Dead straw to gold bar spin fiber. Lost and fond in a smitten kitten's incisors. They Aphrodite all over the burgle of a purple heart compartment. Marched a burgundy carpet alarmed and far to parched to bark it. Lil' Abner. A real firecracker. Grows to throw 'bows with vehicular hijackers. To eavesdrop plots cops hired a wire tapper. That's a whipper snapper trapped beneath my grip on the fire ladder. Took drums over to deril' to once over the line tones. Punch toothy ticks 'til they find homes like three ruby clicks. The roof is on fire where snoopy sits right now. You should have shot yourself in the foot when it was in your mouth. [CHORUS] Thieves in the strobe deep freeze your pose. For the disease that grows underneath your toes holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed. It goes heave ho. You never got the grit right. Bark fame but you never put the grit down. Hawk styles but you never got the grit right. Put the grit down. Grit right. Get down. This is a never dug disco defamation of dog and pony grappled out chincey, chipping Leo Da Vinci phonies pushing kill of hill bloated. Nobody got you. While biggest brother's watching bigger brother watching big brother watch you. Nothing says circus fun quite like nuclear holocaust over breakfast on the terrace. Hash browns and peril. Old ironsides or good ship lolli-popper, Davy Jones still got a locker, ak, the opera's more than docs and soccer moms. Now before you kick your feet up, I married and divorced mother nature after sweet-talking that old hag out of a pre-nup. This information's neither braggadocio nor secret, just know as of now the world is technically not yours, peanut. It's a day in the life of the carnie dog-faced boy escapist. Living large, watching Springer, smoking beedies wrapped in bacon. At night his get busy disease leakage peaketh. Merk the he say/she say, BK Jesus turn peg legs to Adidas on the down stroke. And they like 'what's up with the name?' I tell'em y'all made Bazooka Tooth I's about to ask the same. But before you curfew the city and shut down every block, I'd like to say I still Aesop the fuck out of the Rock [CHORUS] This is a never dug disco. Spread feelers. Tonka zonk Gepetto bred beezers. Jeepers, gee wilikers, goshes galoshes, Christ, god almighty. They tore his limbs off kilter, still the hostage moshes slightly. Hung off the balcony by the skin off his doctor's psyche. He hopes it holds but knows the locusts kamikaze nightly. He woke, corroded buggy facial, insect chopper biting. He's only bones by the time the ungodly body's sighted. He saw the puddle, full color hideous monster Viking. He used to survey if the vermin dined on others like him. He found the fucks indigenous to him and awfully feisty. He grew old awkward grinch and settled into bonkers nicely. I alert vital spider works to cultivate grit, ship the bulk rate shit. Herbie the love bug drugs pulsate whips. Tie in spite for commoner idiocy and good old-fashioned biblical plague. We move units off your pagan escapade. And it's pits to the peg legged. Megas eclipse cripples so that pimp limp's wheel chair basketball when 15 minutes fizzles. Your flimsy frame marks hip-hop's second most tragic event and will 'til Jam Master Jay's resurrection and second death. [CHORUS]


AESOP ROCK "Skelethon"
Don't fool with his cool I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill Tabletop frames on dutch tilt, crush kill MakerBot coin-op arcade punk Talkin' arcane science, dark age pulp Four eyes card face, bark Aes iron on [?] Pork rinds orange age, Jarred brains die alone No Mulligans, crow bars bird cage Cold, colonize Mars on Earth day And surface from the cellar door like worms into the petrichor Messenger, better get a vessel for a Tetris score Zilch, cowabunga homies call me "press ignore" Devastating energy exploding off his Tesla coil Farm baited breath and tempermental tremors That taught a man to wave with 10 percent of his fingers And I never lost tic tac toe to a live chicken For the footage, I'm off cam dynamite fishin' For diamondback rattles in his holy grail Evoke colony collapse via gross betrayal 3 wolf moon shirt, two shoes one sock Wore the same hoodie everyday like Mumm-Ra Buh-dum-bum, follow the regenerated rebel flesh [?] Out of sorts, out of water, suicidal tetra fish Who stood by the conviction in his we should be together less forevermore Before we are the severed heads of civil war And basing [?] radio ricochet off the silver foil Trash can fire looking for a kill to grill or spoil Quickly, purveyors of fine hijinks I know, this is why we can't have nice things I prefer to skip the pleasantries Flip the diner table, dip in time for final jeopardy No shit Oh and don't fool with his cool Ma, can we get a pool? ... Is that a no? Okay, magpies, Hoarders, and allied forces Who lick zig-zags being dragged by horses Transcribe stories in patterns of pins dropping Skinned boars and exaggerated limb-lopping Slow Mozart, no I've never heard a knocking Might've burst in on it, splits or skin popping [?] Opt out, sober on the eve of no saints day Locate and aim for the token propane tank Bang! Followed from a pulling of hair To a homecoming sullied by a skull on a spear It spun a human resources issue to public affair Reciprocity is a pestilent compulsion to bear And ultimately unfulfilling, concurrently that rigid upper lipping grudge or crippling [?] The wonder twins are bitching Armchair hater, I wouldn't piss on your coffin But when I see your picture I draw dicks on it The ozone breakaway tux Holds chicken wire ribs and paper mache guts Pipe cleaner mustache, fork hands, google eyes Macaroni gas face, no plan to humanize You are now rockin' with the worst Nothing up his sleeve, nothing here is what it seems Paranormal weather, mysteriously disappearing bees Not to mention the collateral delirium it breeds Jeez, forgive him and he dicey past He from a tiny town called Deaths Icy Grasp And he don't get out much but when he do it's beetlemania Do not be asleep at the feet of his feelers radius Too charitable, offerin' the average joe some real estate Between the big mouth billy bass and jackalope Cozy in a moment of bliss Snatch the food off your plate, snatch a goat off a bridge No shit

Plastic Soldiers

AESOP ROCK "Music For Earthworms"
[Sample: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Verse 1:] The sound of silence versus the sound of War Echo death shock-renegade Crooked cynic tyrant Your ignorant bias is my Goliath Starving alliance seeps under the skin The seven deadly sins That seven elements of the malevolent The relevance of Graphic endeavours Drastic measures took for defence My secrets unfolds codes of conduct, raid Blade runner, intima-dating figment in the minds of the malignant Your opinion, not significant, bludgeon Poetic potential draws dotted lines between hunter and hunted Liquefied thoughts seep through the cracks in side-walks Lieutenant cynic consist of anonymous all this seems famished Vanished in gritty streets til' city seeks, sleep, head, rush Scope, infra-red touched Temple's the torment Pressure point contact Crush the dormant with missing links Syncopate movement, Our troubled blockade ends but I'm blemished in the blueprint Behold of the hideous I'm assaulted by the anthems of the lesser Concerned, I squinted through tinted pains of pressure Transcend, backlash, jet black ink bleeds to breath abstract interpose passages Database entries slip through the fingers, you're forgotten A faceless figure shall put among an infinite citizens capital coward branded in the backbones of the stranded As Ace's hungered for upper handed plan strategy: strike force Pays quicken upon asphalt light source sun burst beams A portrait of pillage Multiple put-downs paint burn marks on perception Indulge indefinite challenging chapters never before have human eyes looked upon The unbearable weight Contaminate little thieves Heaves, breath, the last gasp And I last grasp, but trace through your trickery, pinpointed Technique cast on the fresh but it's now thickly anointed, vicious cycle Ya'll spinnin if you tread before you think The center of my web is pen and ink It's the merciless, masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists The masquerade merging separate flows of music's martyrs Threw my flag into the ground and claimed your land for starving artists [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Zero Zero" from "Zero Zero"] Dear Colleague I am so very sorry that my son has made such an exhibition of himself with your daughter It really does seem quite out of character Although I have to admit it is quite funny Of course he's really got into trouble with his supervisor But I'm afraid he's only got himself to blame It really... [Verse 2:] All I see is little plastic soldiers with little plastic holsters Spit on plastic cultures belittled by sarcastic vulture swarms Warning I'd skip your stepping stones down by the sea shore It's that scarlet welcome carpet that I fiend for My dreams spore schemes each more malicious than the pre-ceding Red skies bleeding acid this is best inspired by your doubt All through flood fire and drowning tied rapidly into humid winds Lucid lens bend sigil spectrum's drippin' shades of rays I prayed for days lacking discolouring [?] Bigots may seems to scare me I dissect voids my friend drawin' cranes with metal flanks [?] Walkers cross Battlestars I travel far my radar flips Eye of the storm following scraping my backbone I try to spring clones leaving em like tendrils, that require, More than a click-click five While figments of malignant spine pleasuring quick to pigment puddles Gathered in gutters Type B-negative whirlpool I swarm fool like you, poetically puncture As still in dreams while empires fall apart He a cyborg killing machine with wires in his heart I'll never know of you Emotion reads close encounters I run The last classic example of a love of mic and sample Trampled pride is resurrected with ample improvement motor movement mandatory Not a question of should I But I passively consumed the role casted by masters of supreme sources Crafted by supreme forces Seemingly dream catcher Aesop Rock computer Hacker! See you lack a dispatch to request back up Collapsing scaffold mad pole crusher russian robot recruits We shoot starving artists 'de trops' and intrude I am waterfall I'm excluding inaudible slaughter calls Venomous survey calibrating mics for lurkin' [Sample x8: Freestyle Fellowship - "Heavyweights" from "Innercity Griots"] Style messiah, Hot like a volcano with fire [Sample: Mike Batt - "Whispering Fools" from "Zero Zero"] This young man is clearly a genetic throwback He seems to be experiencing primeval urges and feelings which frankly Unless we can terminate will contaminate others And threaten entire structure of our society

The Greatest Pac-Man Victory In History

AESOP ROCK "Bazooka Tooth"
[Chorus] Get up to get down now Get up to get down now (like this) Get up to get down now (like this) Get up to get down now (alright) I don't wanna do it anymore Couldn't do it if I tried, wouldn't do it if I wanted it Hey I don't wanna do it anymore Couldn't do it if I tried... [Verse 1] Okay The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer beneath these Pac-Man's with acid behind his molars Little white tab hollering, little white flag waggling Inorganic pat on back, trim the panic flat on backer Back to back like Mad Hatter magic Rabid mastif collaborative Splatter bachelor fabric fatter with Cabbage Patch lit (Dark days) Banded Louie-Louie (Park blades) Chemically bent-up but eager to crash for that one, two, three repeater Good morning Vietnam Whose couch is this, whose house is this, who are you down with bitch? I'm sorry, dog, I dreamt the foulest shit There was this rabid foot talismen drowning out of my armspan What's fouler was the other farmhands growing gills and shark fangs What's fouler was my torso stripped to ribbons in the marshlands But I'm up now Let's get this window pane and shut the fuck down Down by the river where the litter sits And lionheart critters smoke dope and act like illiterates I ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my skin looks crazy Pocketbook mirror, courtesy Amy Spiders in the mattress, paisley sunglasses, dialing eyes green Ice grill that could burn through your picture-in-picture widescreen Poison late late show starring Aes and his jigsaw face Twelve hour solid gold entertainment Other shit to sell from other ships that sell they DD paper (Space Invader) This one's for the labor days worked for rent and rolling papers Only the illest beats leak asbsurdly out the boombox The daytripper anthem goes: "Wake. Drop. Walk to Aquarium." Whistle while you work like a canary lung All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy to carry drugs I sorta see it as my last flash summer Skateboards and sloppy psychedelics and big numbers Good times, good people All airbrushed on a collapsible easel Peace man, easy [Bridge] And I knew the permanancy would drift And I knew the ph balance wasn't right And I knew the crash and burn, how to caress it L.S.D. flashed the message And I knew the gash wasn't gonna stop bleeding And I knew the ph balance wasn't right And I knew how September would then affect it L.S.D. [Verse 2] Lazy summer days Like some decrepit landshark dumbluck squad dog lurks sicker, deluded Last sturdy domino leans secluded Don't let stupid delusions lesson super-duty labor students Dragnet lifer solutions Daddy loves sloppy dimensions like son-daughter links Such determinated leopards, successfully disshelved Little soliders developed like serpents despite life sentence ducking lemmings Some don't like sobriety's dirty lenses Some do let sleeping dogs lie still Don't look so damn lackluster Suck defeat Love some damage, load sample delete Late Show, Dave Letterman, shitty diner lip-slide dutch Low self-discipline leader seek that lung self-destruct Life sucks dickhead Lost summer's display laminate showcasing divinity Live system definitive Liturgy soaked the pig lowly, spectactular delight Why, what kind of L.S.D. you like? Your lizard king has spoken (all hail) You in the back, get them up, those trails are necessarily bumped (Summertime) Some'll try and recapture the same flag But I played it smart and recognized the summertime passed [Chorus]

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