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R.I.P

Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
 
Don't know what's going on pero me siento peligrosa
Feel it in my veins, aye-aye
Me vale tu opinión porque mi boca iba de rosa
Drama's dead to me, bye, bye
 
Why, oh, why would I waste my time?
Why wasting my time? (Why, why?)
Perdiste mi atención porque no ando de curiosa
I only wanna feel good vibes
 
Ay no me duele decirte que (Que)
Ay, I'm so done with you
 
R-R-R-R.I.P. to the bullshit
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel me
 
R.I.P. to the bullshit
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel
That you feel, that you feel me
 
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
 
Todo lo que di–, dije-dije me lo ahorro
Todo lo que di–, diga-digan (Bye, bye)
Me hablan al oído y yo lo saco por el otro
Todo lo que di–, diga-digan (Bari-bom)
 
So why, oh, why would I waste my time?
Why wasting my time?
Perdiste mi atención porque no ando de curiosa
I only wanna feel good vibes
 
Ay no me duele decirte que (Que)
Ay, I'm so done with you
 
R-R-R-R.I.P. to the bullshit (What?)
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel me
 
R.I.P. to the bullshit (What?)
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel
That you feel, that you feel me
 
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
 
Don't waste your time on what they saying, no, no (You don't need to)
A gente veio have fun
Y así es cómo yo muevo la cadera (Muévelo, muévelo)
Biri-bam, biri-bam, que se mueva, o no pisen, I'm done
 
R-R-R-R.I.P. to the bull-
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel me
 
R.I.P. to the bullshit
Brush it off like cool whip
Raise 'em up to the ceiling (Oh yeah)
'Cause I know that you feel, that you feel, that you feel, that you feel me
 
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom (Ooh)
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom (Oh, no, no)
 
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom-bom (Ta-Ta-Tainy)
Bim-bari-bom-bom, bari-bom
 

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Tennessee Square

Red ribbons hang in a Tennessee square
Old people laughing and singing and dancing down there
 
I'd like to join them, I got no money to spare
So I sit here and watch from the porch
Drinking whiskey in Granddaddy's chair.
 
Ferris wheel lights look like pictures I'd seen in a book somewhere
Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I'm going nowhere
 
I'd like to join 'em, I got no money to spare
So I sit here and watch from the porch
Drinking whiskey in Granddaddy's chair
 
It's difficult to go on knowing you're out there somewhere
Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I'm going nowhere
 

Kein Blick Zurück

Zu viele Nächte, schlaflos und kalt
Zu oft die Faust in der Tasche geballt
Zu viele Feuer nicht entfacht
Zu viele Dinge nicht zu Ende gebracht
 
Die Leinen los, kein Blick zurück
Am Horizont, da wartet das Glück
Der eine kommt, der andere geht
Kein Blick zurück wenn der Wind sich dreht
 
So viele Zweifel, so viel verloren
So viele dunkle Träume geboren
So viele Tage ohne Gesicht
Zu veile Mauern, zu viel Verzicht
 
Die Leinen los, kein Blick zurück
Am Horizont, da wartet das Glück
Der eine kommt, der andere geht
Kein Blick zurück wenn der Wind sich dreht [x3]
 

Break it on down

[Verse 1: Brother Marquis]
Now let me break it on down and tell the story
When they say '2 Live,' your mama gets worried
When they speak of us, the negative get mentioned
But we don't care; thanks for your attention
An underground sound, talkin' shit off the street
That Ghetto Style with a hard-ass beat
Our explicit lyrics tells it like it is
If you don't like what I'm saying, get the fuck outta here!
Luke Skyywalker, the man, not a myth
The king of the ghetto, down with the clique
As he gets mixin' he don't like attention;
He just likes to hear crowd participation
Pumpin' up the people, makin' them one crowd All in one motion, screamin' out loud
Together as one in every townSlash' em on up, Luke!
 
'Break it on down!'
 
[Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice]
The definition of a good DJ
Is one who rocks the beat so the rhymes I say,
To get the party jumpin',is how I get paid
Benefits of a hit is when I get laid
Mr. Mixx is the one to get things goin'
So the rhymes we say will always be flowin'
Maximizin' the effect of our vocals
Whether nationwide or even local
His cuts and scratches taken to the extreme
Can only be matched in another's dreams
Doin' things with his body that couldn't be done
Rockin' the masses all for fun
He's always needed after every show
The Treach DJ, the only one you should know
Step to the Mixx and get the crowd off the ground
Come on, Mr. Mixx, and 'Break it on down!'
 
[Verse 3: Brother Marquis]
If you ask me to rap, rap for you I'll do so
I'm the type of nigga that'll break it down slow
I rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci
Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see
 
This is not a tale and I'm not a character
Just a kind of MC who loves to harass ya
Out my dome, I'll start thinkin'
Get so funky 'til I start stinkin'
I don't think slow when it comes to rhymes
When times create, I shift to overdrive
Now all the competition, they're my last worries
I'll take 'em out quick, fast and in a hurry
Now I can go the distance, I can go the length
It's not the weak, because it's all in the strength
You don't know? You mean you ain't heard?
Yours truly, Marquis, can 'Break it on down!'
We'll make you feel the beat
 

Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet, in the box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
Daddy works a long day
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, 'Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits', yeah
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
 
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run, run – run, run, run
Run, run – run, run
Run, run, run, run, run!
 
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet