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Imanol lyrics

Mendian Gora Haritza

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Mendian gora haritza ahuntzak haizean dabiltza itsasoaren arimak dakar ur gainean bitsa. Kantatu nahi dut bizitza usteltzen ez bazait hitza mundua dantzan jarriko nuke Jainkoa banintza. Euskal Herriko tristura soineko beltzen joskura txori negartiz bete da eta umorez hustu da. Emaidazue freskura ura eskutik eskura izarren salda urdina edanda bizi naiz gustora. Euskal Herriko poeta kanposantuko tronpeta hil kanpaiari tiraka eta hutsari topeka. Argitu ezak kopeta penak heuretzat gordeta goizero sortuz bizitza ere hortxe zegok eta. Mundua ez da beti jai iñoiz tristea ere bai bainan badira mila arrazoi kantatzeko alai. Besteia datozen penai ez diet sunk bota nahi ni hiltzen naizen gauean behintzat egizue lo lasai.

Orreaga

Benito Lertxundi
Benito Lertxundi Orreaga Zuhaitzetan den ederrena da oihan beltzean pagoa'... Orreagako mendi gainetan badabil euskal-gogoa: Galernen eta gerlen artetik mendetan barna xut doa, pagadoietan ixilik ontuz Europakoen geroa. Zonbat gerlari, sarraskiz gose, odolez eta suz hordi, Europatarrak zanpatu nahiz iragan denik hor gaindik! Ibañetako mendi lepoa heitaz mintza baladi, aipa letzazke lehen-lehenik Arrolan eta Karlandi. Buru-gabetu, bihotzez hustu jendalde lehertuekin, mundu guztia nahiko zuten, beren azpiko bategin. Euskal jendeak, denengatik xut, gogor jeikitzen du jakin mendi gain hautan, burua gora, gizonak gizon dagotzin. Indarkeriak ezarri mugak kraskatzen hasi orduko, Euskal gogoa noiz da jauziren arranoaren pareko? Azpilkueta bezain kartsuko eta jakintza gaitzeko gizon libroak noiz ote dire Orreagatik jaliko? Zoin den pizgarri mendietarik jauzika doan xirripa... Euskal-semeak, Aiten gogoa bihotz guziaz hurrupa! Altxa burua, denek bat kanta: Euskal Gudua gaur aipa: Entzunik zuen irrintzina, xutik jar dadin Europa!  

Renovadores Feat. Majid, Acorn, Jokeren

OUTLANDISH "Outlands Official"
Majid: I got the recipe to be the greatest mc you see My tongue is sword my ammunition the vocabulary I’m the type you just sit back and listen when I’ve heard enough of your shit I take your mind to prison cause when I drop my poetry everybody gets frantic I put you down bitch like the ice did Titanic I handle this ruff rugged and raw I do a lot of crazy shit cause I like to explore take things to a limit that’s definitely unheard watch your speakers as the air gets filled with verbs hit the curb cause you getting something you don’t deserve ugly as a mother fucker like the singer from the Verve Todos me miran reconocen este estilo siempre en español en la cima yo estoy fijo latino orgulloso con formulas que complican tu forma de pensar sin saber que significan representar es fundamental, es algo que siempre hago y pase lo que pase tengo outland por mi lado ven conmigo y déjame enseñarte el camino y descifrarte las entrañas de este laberinto formado con palabras soy representante de un sonido que queda para la historia clavado en tu memoria personaje carismático, como Napoleón discantar estos versos es mi profesión Acorn: I come right-n-exact with a mighty impact The name is Acorn Blasting´ off roofs when I brainstorm Don’t stay calm Never forget it, kid, prospects are limitless pathetic kids, y’all careers are as short as a minute is Let it be dark for a minute, when I kick yo ass it’ll spark in it, You’ll never receive a medallion with a mic carved in it, often it is cats like you I feed my rancor with You shouldn’t have been a poet, but a dancer, kid The only things bugging´ me be the eternal Q´s, so now I search for tools that make fire, so I can be burning´ crews, at first I chew ya nerves in two, then I turn into a pyromaniac and serve ya crew wit hell till they desert in two, I bring out the worst in you, make you turn baby like some perverts do, I’ll keep being annoying till the earth is thru breathing and Armageddon comes bursting thru, Outlan and A make you run home early like if you had a curfew...WHUT! Me dhashatkard Jab phi kareeb na hona bekhabarr Warna kalam karrde ka je sultan tera sarr Tu mujhse darr Na larna warna kaat doon ka teri jarr Kacha jobake tujhe phaink do ka Waqas ali se na le banga Tu guli ka lafanga me hoon jadookarr Eik nazar se tujhe na raib kia To mera naam waqas nahi Tere baas sans nahi pyas nahi Mere saat jang karne ke liye tere baas hatiyarr nahi Abey tu sonn Tu ga nahi sakta mere gunn Mujh chasa banna chata hai kute tu hoga tunn Dekho zara eik baat zara bata tu hai kia shay Janta nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me Eik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon Ye bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoon Harr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe hara doon Zindagi ke bare me eik do cheeze tujhe bata doon (Translated) I’m a terrorist Whenever you near Don’t be unaware Or this sultan cut´ll cut your head of Be afraid don’t step or I’ll separate you from your roots Eat you raw and spit you out Waqas ali is not the one to mess with You just a street punk And I’m a magician If I don’t make you vanish with one stare then change my name You ain’t got the breath it takes You ain’t got thirst it takes To go to war with me you ain’t got the weapon it takes Yo listen you cant sing my song Wanna be just like me you must be high Look at yourself then tell me what you worth Did you forget I’m a terrorist One wrong look and you’ll burn Letting you that I am what you call black magic In every single battle you’ll loose Letting you know a thing or two about life Jokeren: Når jeg kaster mit dub op så rynkes der på næsen af mc’er Der har svært ved at kapere en hvid knægt der kaster w’er Men i ’94 var vi ved at producere For Mack 10 og MC Ren og kan du se hvor jeg vil hen Vi lavede Westside Slaughta House med Cube og WC Og når jeg hælder øl ud er det for Ben og Eazy-E Og når jeg glor ondt på din ho og råber get the fuck out Tænker jeg på Gangsta Dresta, Compton Crips og B.G. KnockOut Når jeg står op i boksen på et track med Outlandish Tænker jeg på min lokale diner’s tuna melt sandwich (mon ikke jeg gør) Så lad vær at spille dum knægt for nu kender du the deal du har hørt det fra Den Gale AKA Madness 4 Real I be the great Dane Half moro - half Viking Faithful slave of GOD He my only heart I gave Riding like a storm Crossing the sea to the jungle of N.Y. With my sable attached to the 5 mics on my back right Paying dues – second generation bout to present the newest trend Illest form representing hip hop thru the millennium And then some – extra large – legendary like biggie smalls Leave my sable by his grave El moro salutes the greatest one

Herria Eta Hizkuntza

Xalbador
Iragan egun batez, Ostatu batean, bi lagun ari ziren ez ta bai betean; biak ziren euskaldun zintzoak ustean, halere ezin adi elgarren artean; entzuten egona naiz umore tristean. Ez dut osorik hartu baten parabola, erderaz mintzo baitzen, berak jakin nola: gure herri maiteaz zuela axola, hau, bere gain beharra, bertzen men dagola, <>, frantsesez ziola. Bertzea oldartu zen euskara garbian: <> Bi gizon horietan, zugaitz onekoa batek ondoa zuen, bertzeak ostoa; gauza arraro hori ez dut gustokoa, mendian bizi arren, dut ikustekoa gaztainaren aldaxkez janzirik pagoa. Bat herria goratzen arrotz baten gisa, arrotz nahiak berriz herriaren hitza; gureak ja egin du, gaiten garbi mintza, lainopean bezala galduak gabiltza ez daizke bi nagusi batean zerbitza! Elgarri direlakotz bi gizon jazarri, gauza bat bera dute bi pusketan zarri; erakatsi nahi dut nik puskak elgarri, gure hizkuntza eta gure Euskal Herri Konparatzen baititut izaite bateri. Anai-arrebak entzun ene ahotsa: izaite bat ez daike hezur utsez osa; herria da gorputza, hizkuntza bihotza; bertzetik bereixtean bitarik bakotxa, izaite horrendako segurra hilotza. Batzu herriaz orroit, euskaraz ahantzi bertzek euskara maite, herria gaitzetsi; hikuntza ta herria berex ez doatzi, berek nahi daukute konpreniarazi bata bertzea gabe ez daizkela bizi.

Shanivaar Raati

ARIJIT SINGH
Ishq mein tere, announce kar diya Ho tere liye dil kudiyon ka bounce kar diya Haaye Ishq mein tere, announce kar diya Ho tere liye dil kudiyon ka bounce kar diya Bechain sa hota jaaun Par main ye samajh na paaun Main jaagun, mere bin tu kaise so jaati Shanivaar raati humein neend nahi aati Shanivaar raati humein neend nahi aati Shanivaar raati humein neend nahi aati Shaniwaar raati humein neend nahi aati Main jaagun, mere bin tu kaise so jaati ta da da da... oye.. ta da da da... oye! Shanivaar raati humein neend nahi aati Shanivaar raati humein neend neend neend neend... [Wajid:] 11 baje se 12 baje hain Sab so gaye, mere naina tere bin hai khulle Shaniwar raati mainu neend nahi aati Total 1600 taare maine gin gin hai daale Main toh jaagta hoon rehta Jaane kaise tu so jaati Shaniwar raati mainu neend nahi aati Dheere dheere pyar mein tarakki ho gayi Tere sang baat meri pakki ho gayi O tu jo mili din mein sitaare chamke Ladki tu mere liye lucky ho gayi By God main kahoon Tere saath main rahoon Seh loon koi faasla, teri doori na sahun Tu aaye na milne toh haaye meri jaan jaati O jaati, haan jaati, oye jaati, oye jaati.. ...oye... oye... Shanivar rati humein neend nahi aati Shanivar rati humein neend nahi aati Jaise-taise hafte ke din 6 kate Din aaya saatva to lene laga karvate Shaam saadhe saat baje khwahish jage Saadhe aath hote hote dil na lage Time waste na kar, Seedhe aaja tu idhar Bada kiya intezaar, ab hota na sabar Ab thodi si deri haaye meri jaan jalaati jalaati jalaati jalaati... Ta da daaun daun... oye... hoye! Shanivaar rati humein neend nahi aati Shanivaar rati humein neend nahi aati Main jaagun, mere bin tu kaise so jaati Shaniwar rati humein neend nahi aati.. oye oye... neend neend neend neend I can not sleep!

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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