Letras ... Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in ...Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We're the best, yet we're stigmatised as a menace. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion. Break @ 1'38.
ES:
Cruising down the street con mi low rider
Los compas en la esquina chambeando se la cargan
Like Misterio un one-eighty con capucha
Por que tal vez en la próxima vuelta se reviente una lucha
Prepara los guantes mijo
You dont know where I came from
Viviendo en el downtown desde que yo recuerdo
Donde nadie duerme y el trabajo es eterno
Pero con una sonrisa siempre lleno de sueños
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Ando con la clicka escuchando hip-hop
Traficando rimas soy el mejor en la pista
Rapero mejor que yo tal vez no exista
Con una sola palabra yo los borro de la lista
Leveling the game its tremendous my flow incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artist that are horrible
At the expenses of everyone else
Mejor trabaja
Factura en el hood
O mejor vete pa' tu casa
Que pasa?
Levanten las manos arriba toa' la raza
Fabricamos cohetes que no existen en la Nasa
Volamos hasta aviones, construimos las casas
Y aun así nos consideran toda una amenaza
Se nos alteró la situa
Pasando por Tijua
Me ven en una troca nueva y siempre me averiguan
Hoy es día de muertos así que a brindar
Por los que se fueron y no están pa' que nos rinda
Cabalgando mas allá del sol
Donde la luna se esconde
Mira a tu alrededor
Cruzamos la frontera
Por un futuro mejor
Así que prepárense
Que llegó lo mas chingón
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Somos los más chingones
EN:
Cruising down the street with my low rider
The homies on the corner putting in the heavy work
Like Misterio, a one-eighty with a hoodie
Because maybe in the next turn a fight might break out
Get your gloves ready, kid
You don't know where I came from
Living downtown since I can remember
Where nobody sleeps and work is endless
But with a smile always full of dreams
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
I'm rolling with the crew listening to hip-hop
Trafficking rhymes, I'm the best on the dance floor
Maybe a rapper better than me doesn't exist
With just one word, I erase them from the list
Leveling the game, my flow is incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artists that are horrible
At the expense of everyone else
You better work
Get billing in the hood
Or better go back home
What's up?
Raise your hands up, everyone
We manufacture rockets that don't exist at NASA
We fly their planes, we build their houses
And yet they consider us a full threat
The situation got tense
Passing through Tijuana
They see me in a new truck and always inquire about me
Today is the Day of the Dead, so let's toast
For those who are gone and are not here, so that it serves us
Riding beyond the sun
Where the moon hides
Look around you
We cross the border
For a better future
So get ready
Because the toughest have arrived
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
Letras ... French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with ...French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm.
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre
Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Letras ... Explicit language. Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
BACK IN THE DAY Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Oogo
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days (repeat) Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore, but some days I sit and wish I was a rubix cube
Small minded nigga's always be talking. He had to go overseas to do his walking. Fuck y'all I hope you live to do his walking. for hating on success your bullshit is often.
You think you know me from a style that change Like climax's that we living this life time is strange. Edit profile, safe mode will rearrange like the groups that I done been in Where do I begin?
Katskillz was III Natural soul build with my brother, then we add Madwreck to form the Others. Started great, but late we got off of the page, so i Took the stage instead of turning to rage. Almost quit this shit, the diabolic flip, heading to the palace of Prime in Southtropolis. Popodapolis, the father of Asha's gift was the best thing I done in my life so bust this.
Ever been to the store and brought a rubix cube? I compare myself to that shit dude. When you try to figure me out, the color's which squares level's raise like metal gear, open and beware.
It's like you straining your vein Attaching to brains To put it down man you can't play these games. What up cuz-o I manifesto Turn in to slick-co Asshole, rude, crude, figure the rubix cube.
(Chorus) Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore… Back in the days
Letras ... Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Male & female singer, electronic rhythm, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Subete baila como me gustaBajalo baile como me gusta (la noche es para bailar)x4 Rompe, mami wana dance so i hit her with the choke, ask if i want chance for romance i sayokay, ask me if the party gon stop and i said no way, no way, olay en la fiesta, we can do what eva que mi casa es sucasa, shake it fa me baby que menea a tu chapa, chapa menea tu chapa paestamos cocinando con la grasa hook Papi, i know that you likin what i'm doin how youwatch me, revin up el moto and i shake it like its high speed, y hace frio when you sip it como iceespeed it up slow it down, nicely wepa, wepa, yo ando loca en the fiestaestamos cruzando la jeepeta, petaand when i hit em with the choke choketo la gente rompa (Mix break) Hook
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Tout pour la victoire, Crois en toi.Tout pour la victoire, Crois en toi.Rester sûr de soi, Concentration au maximum,Explosion des stats, À faire crier les masses. C'est le moment de croire en toi,Sinon qui le fera ?Qui t'entendra le brasSi tu ne le fais pas ? Redoubler d'efforts, Courbatures mentales et physiques,Se sortir des cordes Quand c'est la vie qui te cogne.Faut rester sur ses appuis, Ne pas dormir sur ses acquis,La feignantise taquine, Combatif aux aguets. Flèche dans le mille, Objectifs recentrés,Training day every day, Il n'y a que ça qui paye.Toujours plus encore, Aller péter le record,Sprint final Usain Bolt, Décrocher la médaille d'or. C'est tout pour la victoire, Tout pour la victoire,À toi d'écrire l'histoire.Tout pour la victoire, Tout pour la victoire,Une lueur d'espoir. Tout pour la victoire, Crois en toi.Rester sûr de soi, Concentration au maximum,Explosion de tes stats, Faire crier les masses.C'est le moment de croire en toi,Sinon qui le fera ?Qui t'entendra le brasSi tu ne le fais pas ? Problème à bras-le-corps, Surmonter le râle-bol,Quand la vie est hardcore, Y croire encore, encore.C'est le début de la partie Qui finira au tapisOu le king sur le ring. Allez, petit, faut tenir le rythme. Il n'y a plus d'énigmes à ces questions,Craquer, c'est hors de question,Ramener la médaille à la maison,Rester la seule option.Pour mes proches, une dévotion,Pour eux, jamais perdre ma détermination. Tout pour la victoire, Crois en toi.Tout pour la victoire, Crois en toi.Rester sûr de soi, Concentration au maximum,Explosion des stats, À faire crier les masses.C'est le moment de croire en toi,Sinon qui le fera ?Qui t'entendra le brasSi tu ne le fais pas ?
EN All for the victory, Believe in yourself.All for the victory, Believe in yourself.Stay self-assured, maximum concentration,Stats exploding, making the masses shout. It's time to believe in yourself,Otherwise, who will?Who will hear your cryIf you don't do it?
Redoubling efforts, mental and physical strains,Breaking free when life hits hard.Stay on your toes, don't rest on your laurels,Laziness taunts, be vigilant and alert. Bullseye, refocused objectives,Training day every day, that's the only way.Always push further, break the record,Usain Bolt's final sprint, clinch the gold medal. It's all for the victory, all for the victory,It's up to you to write the story.All for the victory, all for the victory,A glimmer of hope.
All for the victory, believe in yourself.Stay self-assured, maximum concentration,Stats exploding, making the masses shout.It's time to believe in yourself,Otherwise, who will?Who will hear your cryIf you don't do it?
Grapple with problems, overcome the hardships,When life gets hardcore, believe even more, and more.It's the start of the game,It'll either end on the matOr with you as the king in the ring.Come on, keep up the pace. There are no more puzzles in these questions,Breaking is not an option,Bring the medal home,Remaining the sole choice.For my loved ones, a devotion,For them, never lose my determination.
All for the victory, believe in yourself.All for the victory, believe in yourself.Stay self-assured, maximum concentration,Stats exploding, making the masses shout.It's time to believe in yourself,Otherwise, who will?Who will hear your cryIf you don't do it?
Letras ... Chinese rap. Nostalgic & serious. Sung in Chinese Mandarin,. A song ...Chinese rap. Nostalgic & serious. Sung in Chinese Mandarin,. A song about the hardness of life: "Urban life is complicated and impetuous".
Baby don't worry my mind is not thinking about dirty I'm sorry my appearance didn't reach the level you want just look a little bad In fact, I’m gentle, I’m pretty good at feelings I am not simple you are not simple Of course it's not easy for you and me to be different
dogc
I'm no gentleman You, playing the game with me seem chocked I've been tired of hearing so many lies You look smarter than I thought Constant growth makes me uneasy dont look for me Nobody helped me cross these dangerous waters You should go to Tinder It won't be long before I see it all so baby just chill it's better to caress each other pick a time tonight or now Don't wait while the weather is so cool Open your heart, everything else should be thrown out keep boom ba put on some hip-hop to adjust the atmosphere Turning on the music with a big bass is like an earthquake How can we miss your role in my city oh my baby we need to do be ready for the shockwave
hook
Baby don't worry my mind is not thinking about dirty I'm sorry my appearance didn't reach the level you want just look a little bad In fact, I’m gentle, I’m pretty good at feelings I am not simple you are not simple Of course it's not easy for you and me to be different
Yuning yn
Different people have different faces People who are not simple will be favored I don't have the rhetoric and sweet words I can only put you in my heart I won't deny my feelings, but I'm quite ugly But I will never fight with you I hope neither of us will leave between us No matter what hardships and obstacles, you will still be there Listen baby please open your heart You have to trust that I will never let you down Understanding and helping each other, so we will not feel tired The future will not be as rigid as others love don't stop It contains a romantic surprise love don't trap There is no need for traps in relationships If you want to get closer please express your true self move enjoy all good things will come
hook Baby don't worry my mind is not thinking about dirty I'm sorry my appearance didn't reach the level you want just look a little bad In fact, I’m gentle, I’m pretty good at feelings I am not simple you are not simple Of course it's not easy for you and me to be different
Letras ... Romantic love song in Spanish. Kizomba/ Zouk. Male singer, synth & ...Romantic love song in Spanish. Kizomba/ Zouk. Male singer, synth & rhythm.
Ayer la vi cuando pasaba,Ayer la vi sentarse allí,Quiero acercarme but I feel so shy with you girl,Me hace daño estar sin ti Si esa mujer supiera… lo que despierta en míLa manera en que me mira,Como me hace sentir,Quiero tenerla cerca y robarle un beso,De eso…. Es Lo que despierta en mí, Ayer la vi cuando pasaba,Ayer la vi sentarse allí,Quiero acercarme but I feel so shy with you girl,Me hace daño estar sin ti Todos los días me desvelo… pensando en ella,Su bello cabello… es que tan bella… aahhMe impresiona no me deja dormir1, 2, 6 in The morningCome on girl,You now me love you so, I’m Gonna be with you, So let’s dance… Come on, Come on, Aunque se detenga la noción del tiempo,Lento… Al danzar del viento… Ayer la vi cuando pasaba,Ayer la vi sentarse allí,Quiero acercarme but I feel so shy with you girl,Me hace daño estar sin ti Ayer la vi cuando pasaba,Ayer la vi sentarse allí,Quiero acercarme but I feel so shy with you girl,Me hace daño estar sin ti
