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SOULFLY lyrics - Soulfly

Umbabarauma

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Um, dois, tres, quatro... Umbabarauma homen gol Umbabarauma homen gol Joga bola joga bola jogador Joga bola quero jogar bola jogador Pula, pula, cai, levanta, sobe e desce Corre, chuta, abre espaco, vibra e agradece Olha que a cidade toda ficou vazia Nessa tarde bonita pra te ver jogar Joga bola jogador Joga bola corocondo Favela Pelada Favela Palada Futebol Futebol Futebol Futebol... 'Eis ai a historia de Umbabarauma Um ponta de lanca Africano Um ponta de lanca decidido Umbabarauma' English translation: One, two, three, four... Umbabarauma goal man Umbabarauma goal man Play ball play ball ball player Play ball I want to play ball ball player Jump, jump, fall, get up, go up and get down Run, kick, find a hole, thrill and give thanks See how the whole city empties out On this beautiful afternoon to watch you play Play ball ball player Play ball corocondo Slum Street Soccer Slum Street Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer Soccer... 'This is the story of Umbabarauma An African point man A point man whose mind is made up Umbabarauma'

Rat Race

ANDY MINEO "Uncomfortable"
[Hook - Jon Bellion:] Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah, yeah No, we won't run your rat race This is so disrespectful I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner They talkin' that manure Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa But watch how I maneuver I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments I hear that chatter from a distance, I don't ever listen Cause art critics just artists that never made it What I care what you sayin', I'm too busy creatin' I could tell that ya' some crabs, hatin' on the low Tryna shoot my dream down, cause you never chase your own I think I struck a nerve, matter fact I hit a bone I got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne Oh, so you the king of rap, where your kingdom at? I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back That's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play [Hook - Jon Bellion:] Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah, yeah No, we won't run your rat race It's so disrespectful Hip-hop raised me, I'm talkin' back to my parents I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raisin' standards Raisin' this banner, mama raised me with manners Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raisin' this brand It's hard to stay focused with standin' in front of cameras But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage All glory to the Most High all the praise be Got them other rappers sweatin' like they need the AC It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly There's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims Make a name for myself but never make a difference Now, that's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, no Kiss it goodbye Kiss it goodbye Killin' me Smalls Kiss it goodbye

The Game

JURASSIC 5 "Quality Control"
All right, everybody shut up I said shut up! Now are you ready to play the game NO! Are you ready to play the game YEAH! The Game Playing to survive Aiming to win anyway they can Yo, yo Pass the ball, final casting call First of all, verbal basketball Off the glass, smash your jaw Too fast for y'all You might take a nasty fall Trying to stick with the prehistoric passenger (Foul Ball) All breath, no physical contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court press, hands in your chest Runnin' cause I'm a rebel with the ghetto No fouls just checks, make a brother sweat Word for y'all to earn my reject Get it out of here, attack from the rear Ya'll niggas aint nothin but some bitch ass queers I'll be in your ear, increase the fear Rippin with the shears as the crowd just cheers Bring on the opposition Cause my position is to shut you down As the basketball pounds on the concrete floor Envisioning moves to freak brothers every which way Dominating like Doc J. Pass me the rock, I know just what to do with it It's real vivid, I pivot, through the lane Three hundred and sixty behind my back I take your monkey ass to the rack like Jerry Stack I'm saw by most recruiters and heavily recommended Stickin your best shooters they lower verbal percentage It's takin its toll, 24-second clock control Stoppin this obstacle, impossible I was the number one project in the city Prospect, now thats something that you can believe So be it, whether pro or collegiate, the hit but don't miss Prime time the offense, switch Y'all can't ball, Y'all can't ball Yo ref, where's the tech Man, make the call The game is gettin tight verbal victories in sight What counts is what you write not concerned about the hype My rhymes go baseline so why you tryin to take mine Last man tried just died inside the paint line I bank rhymes, got a call so I flex I'm on the foul line with a few verses left When my flow hits the net, the next brother flex I put my foot in the pavement With the brothers I'm raised with Play with and break dance back in the days with And still in the game with 12 points, 4 assists Get up in the game, in your face like swish Crash the boards with metaphors In the air like a concord Aiyyo what you out for Yo I'm out for the whole score 22 flat seconds for me to win I can't win for losin with this cheatin ass ref [Clip from Laker game] My squad's supreme So I don't need Clyde or the dream Next time you play the game boy pick a better team Your choice is short when you on a concrete court But my mental cohorts is bout to change the whole sport Give me the pill boy, crossover with the skills Wrap around pass, fly right past your grill Take off from half court, in some J5 shorts The rap band with the man when my words play sports Comin' through your lane, with pure skills so stand clear Vocal charge is a mirage, I still stand here Damn near, make your shit look soft like Pam Grier Fans cheer for the paragraph Bill Lambier Show me the rock, so I can show these fool what I got (He's heating up) Fuck that, I'm flaming hot Verbally take you to the blacktop, and wreck shop Turn my game up a notch, pass me the rock 1 on 1, 3 on 3, 5 on 5, horse, 21 It really don't matter cause son you'll still get done Yo you should know better than try to barter with this globetrotter Militious, vicious dunks, I'm Vince Carter And it's the high draft pick, flashin it Still can penetrate and slightly overweight But whatever it takes my shot can elevate No pain, no gain for the brothers with no game

Play With Me

EXTREME "Extreme"
------------------- Ring around the rosie Hopscotch, Monopoly Red light, green light G. I. Joes and Barbies Hide and seek, kick the can Cowboys and Indians Wiffle ball, paper dolls Hacky sack and hangman Do you wanna play with me Tag you're IT, cops and robbers Jungle gym, chutes and ladders Tic tac toe, Mister Rogers Marco Polo, London bridges Simon sez, steal the bacon Time out, trick or treat Electric company Olly olly oxen free Do you wanna play with me CHORUS: Do you, do you Wanna, wanna Play, play with me Play with me Do you, do you Wanna, wanna Play, play with me Play with me Spin the bottle, post office Kiss and tell, dressin' up Playin' doctor, peek-a-boo Two hand touch, cooties Little League, Looney Tunes Scissors rock paper, Zoom Kick ball, stick ball Kill the guy with the ball Do you wanna play with me Buckin' up, recess Jump rope, relieveo See saw, sand box Matchbox, Cheerios ABC's, spelling bees Sesame Street, hockey Duck duck duck duck Duck duck goose CHORUS Jack and Suzi Sittin' in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G First comes love Then comes marriage Then comes Adam In a baby carriage

Hot House Ball

BRUCE HORNSBY "Hot House"
B.R. Hornsby We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball We can dance in the streets any night or day The big ball men built such a nice old park One day we'll celebrate every halloween Our faces as masks everyone glow in the dark Don't light a match, don't play with fire Step real lightly round the barb wire Keep the noise down to hear the meltdown call Living in the shadow of the hot house ball Temper's hot, better pray for rain Better watch out now for the gamma rays Party time at the government gate Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball

A Passion Play

JETHRO TULL
Do you still see me even here? (The silver cord lies on the ground.) And so I'm dead , the young man said over the hill (not a wish away). My friends (as one) all stand aligned although their taxis came too late. There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath ripe with rich attainments all imagined sad misdeeds in disarray the sore thumb screams aloud, echoing out of the Passion Play. All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key: Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play. And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel fell. She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile. And with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound NO-ONE (but someone to be found). All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom. Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room. The cameras were all around. We've got you taped; you're in the play. Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.) Invest your life in the memory bank; ours the interest and we thank you. The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play. Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen. All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand. from your hand..... There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran. also ran..... Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? in the dome..... But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone, you alone..... you alone..... you alone..... you alone..... Lover of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid, why the old dog howls in sadness. And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision. (The examining body examined her body.) Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view. Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do. Tell me: how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded, why the old dogs howl with madness. All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat. And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you. The dressing room is right behind, we've got you taped, you're in the play. How does it feel to be in the play? How does it feel to play the play? How does it feel to be the play? Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out: for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt. Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles --- This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. --- Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, The hare has lost his spectacles, well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he appeared completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began: You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot. No! interrupted Owl, who was wise. I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake? But all the time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! A Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: Hare, you must go in search of the optician. But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, I can't send Hare in search of anything! You can guru, you can! shouted Newt. You can send him with Owl. But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem You can take him in your pouch. But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair. A Passion Play (Part 2 - 22:00 minutes) We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say Please , (politely). They bend at the knees. Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young of ladies lost, of erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth, tied at both ends. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town. A delicate hush the gods, floating by wishing us well, pie in the sky. God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right, right to be wrong. Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs. Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed). Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries More. Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself Hell where no-one has nothing and nothing is- well -meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (freezing). Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain. Occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing). I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (primitive rite) (wrongly). Summoned by name I am the overseer over you. Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that never made impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread. Pick me up at half past none there's not a moment to lose. There is the train on which I came. On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell. Whistles blow and flags wave. A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should). I thank everybody for making me welcome. I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off. Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain. Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I (voyager into life). Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge. Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil. Bring the gods, the gods' own fire. In the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born, renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living BE! Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day. There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-passion Play.

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