ПЕСНИ

[KiLLobaIt]

Штиль

Dm C/a
Штиль . Ветер молчит,
Gm Dm
Упал белой чайкой на дно

Штиль. Наш корабль забыт

Один в мире скованным сном


Pre-Chorus

B C
Между всех времен без имен и лиц
B C C/a
Мы уже не ждем, что проснется бриз





Штиль. Сходим с ума,

Жара пахнет чёрной смолой

Смерть одного лишь нужна

И мы вернёмся домой.


Небо, плоть и кровь вновь насытят нас

А за смерть ему может Бог воздаст.




Припев:

Riff 1:

Что нас ждет море хранит молчанье

Жажда жить сушит сердца до дна

Только жизнь здесь ничего не стоит

Жизнь других, но не твоя




Нет, гром не грянул с небес
Когда пили кровь как зверьё
Но нестерпимым стал блеск
Креста, что мы южным зовем
И в последний миг поднялась волна
И раздался крик: «Впереди земля”.

Припев.(2раза) .



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[-=Cr@$H=-]

-=ДДТ=-

F G E Am
Небеса на коне на осеннем параде
F G E Am
Месят тесто из тех, кто приставлен к награде
F G E
А по ящику врут о войне.

Я живу на весах в это качество года.
Моя песня, конечно, дождливого рода.
F G E Am
Моя песня не спета
F G E Am
И не одета...

Моя песня - ответ письмам Анны и Лизы.
Брызги ветра висят на промокших карнизах.
Собрала их губами весна
F G E Am
И исчезла она.

Я с бедой на плечах доползу до дороги.
Умереть - ничего, если выпить немного.
Но мещает уйти от тебя
F G E Am
Наше я.

Где опасность и бред, там живые могилы.
Нас за верность и хлеб поднимают на вилы.
Этой осенью платим за свет.

Пляшем на виражах, повороты веками.
И никому нет конца, даже тем, кто не с нами.
Наша песня с тобой в облаках.

И пока ничего-ничего не случилось,
Я вчера еще помнил, что жизнь мне приснилась.
Этой осенью стала она...

И если вокруг одно лихо...
И если кругом слишком тонко...
Люби всех нас, Господи, тихо.
Люби всех нас, Господи, громко.

Иногда наша жизнь заростает цветами -
Это значит, мой друг, он прошел между нами,
Но увидеть его не легко...

И если вокруг оно лихо,
И привычное нам слишком тонко,
Люби всех нас, Господи, тихо.
Люби всех нас, Господи, громко.
Люби всех нас,Господи, тихо.
Люби всех нас, Господи...

 

[emo]

Green Grey
Эмигрант

Голос тих, остался хрип
Свет сквозь стены мягко постелил
У ворот сидит старик
Выход в рай условно сохранил

Эмигрант увидел мир
Overtime давно прошел
Перепутал час и миг
Тонких линий не нашел

Заметал следы молвой
Был готов пустить лису на воротник
Растворился каплей в молоке
Руки умывал потом речной водой

Эмигрант увидел мир
Overtime давно прошел
Перепутал час и миг
Тонких линий не нашел

Эмигрант увидел мир
Overtime давно прошел
Перепутал час и миг
Тонких линий не нашел

Перепутал час и миг
Тонких линий не нашел
Не нашел
Не нашел

 

[SILENCED]

DDT "Контрреволюция"

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Контрреволюция, наехав на нас, довела до больницы - вырос живот
Рок-н-ролл стерт, я учусь играть джаз, но меня рвет – полный рот нот
Старости нет, есть только усталость, от баррикад ничего не осталось
Скупые коллеги, любовь на панелях, бутылки от пива на рок-батареях
Контрреволюция ставит вопрос, как подключить к тебе мой насос
Шелестит шоколадками вечная глупость, твоя дальнозоркость, моя близорукость
Справедливость еды и вечная жажда, как выйти сухим из воды этой дважды
Жить по писанию, но веруя в «если», эксгумируя спьяну великие песни

И многое здесь переварено в студень, умные мысли надежней великих идей
Контрреволюция не всем, как людям, а каждому, как у людей
И лучшие чувства давно не с нами, доскреблись до чистилища, разбирая завалы
И, как водится, вслед за погибшими львами бредут, разбирая их кости шакалы
Северный ветер рвет ваши тени – Че Гевара, Вольтер, Гарри Поттер и Ленин
Контрреволюция добра и гуманна, но очень туманна и не постоянна
Есть в демократии что-то такое, до чего неприятно касаться рукою
Хрипит перестройка в отвоеванных кухнях, ждет, когда и эта стабильность рухнет

Утонул наш Титаник в шампуне и водке, тусуясь на майках дешевой рекламы
Попса носит модные косоворотки, пробитые кровью погибшей Нирваны
Поглупевшее время, заела икота, я тоже буржуй – у меня есть холодильник,
Пятнадцать гитар, осень, ночь и будильник, но мне не до сна, изо рта лезут ноты.
Дураки называют нас совестью рока, циники видят хитроумный пиар
А я не желаю дохнуть до срока, у меня в глотке рвет связки дар
Все возвращается на круги своя, рок-н-ролл - это когда-то ты да я
Но контрреволюция всегда с тобой, лежит в постели третьей ногой,
Сексуальной ногой, виртуальной ногой

И только, и только осенний дождь в окно
О сколько, ты знаешь, сколько мне без тебя дано

 

[Chemist]

[50 Cent]
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus (2x)]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

[Verse]
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck
But homie ain't nothing change hold down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that nigga roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood then the ladies saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bridge]
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.

[Verse]
And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fucking be

[Chorus (2x)]

[Talking]
[Laughing] Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga
G-Unit


"P.I.M.P."

[Chorus]
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]

[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

[Chorus]

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH

 

[Chemist]

Наркоманская uppy_dog
Am
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Вот и - дет ка - ра - ван

C
По зыбучим пескам,
Dm
Он везет анашу
E
В свой родной Пакистан.

Пакистан, Пакистан,
Солнцем выжженный край,
Мы везем тебе дар -
Анашу принимай.

Анаша, анаша,
Анаша - жизнь моя,
Нам с тобой, анаша,
Даже смерть не страшна.

Караванщик Али
Забивает косяк,
Две затяжки крутых -
И "уехал" чувак.

Где-то там за горой
Показался конвой.
Караванщик Али
Вынул маузер свой...

...У Али была дочь,
Наркоманкой была,
За косяк анаши
Отдавалась она...

...И погибло в песках
Двадцать тонн анаши,
Остальное скурил
Караванщик Али.

Вот умру я, умру,
Похоронят меня
На крутом берегу,
Где растет конопля.

Наркоманы придут,
Урожай соберут,
А на следующий год
Конопля зацветет...

:kos:

 

[^^^_Zuzuka_^^^]

Артель Рэп Террора

Неуловимая птица удачи,
Прилетай, сука, почаще,
Как обычно, мимо моих окон,
Не замечаеш или просто не хочеш?
Развести свои крылья над моей головою.
Там хорошо где нас нет с тобою,
Я тебе припомню за уделение вниманья,
Как 12 стульев,
Наверняка не знаеш, где на халяву поимееш
И поиск продолжиш.
Птица удачи, подари мне 2 тонны костюмчиков разных
Цветов и фассоннов, и суку которая поведётса на всё что ей скажеш.
Что б отсосала как в сказке,
Жизнь ето не Пушкин,
Не всё так красиво, так мило,
Как в книжках, про аленький цветочек,
Надо ещё поборотса с такими как ты,
Которые хотят осуществить все свои мечты,
Кулаками, мозгами, зубами,
В ход всё идёт - идиот, давай заколотим.

Последняя надежда тает,
О том что люди - братья,
Лучшим другом человека - шалудивый пёс - собака,
Однако, вот вечер незаметно вдруг настал,
Сказать точнее - наступил комуто прямо на яйца,
Фортуна повернулась снова жопой, а комуто отдалася без базара,
Раздвинув свои ляшки, плана затяжка и комфортно в критические дни.
деньги, деньги кругом правят деньги,
Всякая фигня набивает себе цену
С разных сторон как может давит реклама,
Происходит пропаганда, агитация хлама.
Людям в страшных снах будут видется кошмары,
Как собачий корм едят и подтираютса прокладкой,
Горячая 10-ка по ящику без пульта,
На сломаном диване, вот ето вот загоны.
Птица счастья завтрашнего дня, выбери меня, выбери меня,
Я буду звать тебя печужкой кормить тебя попкорном,
Когда ты падла сдохнеш закопаю на поле.

Мои подруги поголовно потаскухи,
От скуки время вместе, безпробудной лести,
Принять бы грамм 200,
Безумная улыбка на лице, о чём она мыслит непонятно,
Наверно торкнуло. Башню, башню, башню снесло.
Теперь настало время грубых приколов, загонов,
Убитый наглухо уже не человек,
Дешёвый одеколон на себя вылил, что суки все подохли,
Ничего свытого нету, ничего уже не греет.
Что бы народу такого сделать плохого???
Мысли дегенерата знакомы всем до боли.
Козлами считают нас в натуре,
Люди обкуритесь плана, что б жизнь не была поганой,
Родина Вас любит, скоро всех она погубит,
Взять бы ствол в руку и завалить по жизни суку!!!!
Птица удачи прилетай ко мне почаще !!!!!!!!!!!

 

[^^^_Zuzuka_^^^]

Artist: The Genius/GZA
Album: Words From The Genius
Song: What Are Silly Girls Made Of

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
A neck full of gold, material things huh
That's what silly girls are made of

Verse One:

On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine
A slave of mental death of only she was divine
Walking down my ex-block, the block Munroe
I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
So I started to rain on this young girl's brain
Causin her a great mass of physical pain
She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap.
No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt
She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
You say, "FTF is always there."
Yes FTF meaning face-to-face
The main headquarters of your local place
Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
To support the foolish habits you abuse everyday

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Two:

There has never been a dame in my entire life
My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
There has never been one who tried to disrespect
Especially a member of the opposite sex
Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out
But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
Silly girls, they think guys are soft
But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
And just from obtaining the common sense
You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
Other than dense they play slightly bold
But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself
They break down, and they start to cry and said
"Oh! I don't believe this guy!"

Chorus:

Now what are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"Guys with cash" "can rock my big a--"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

Verse Three:

Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off
Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
And attitudes, like you can get anything
You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
You're young you're dumb and you used to be innocent
when young, now take a look at what you've become
A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
Out the pocket of thenext girl's man
Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
And playin it off, like everything's Oreida
You come out late at night and roam the streets
like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
Is that what you do for a living get paid?
C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty

Chorus:

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of
"He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too"
Is that what silly girls are made of?

What are silly girls made of made of
What are silly girls made of

First of all, don't leave home without it
Without what?
The gold card
I'm tryin to tell you now
I don't lay on my back for free
You know as they say
If you wanna Taney
Ya gots ta pay

Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
Baby let's talk about your assets first
Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
What kind of car you drivin baby?
I got a new Yugo
A Yugo? C'mere
You go, get in your Yugo
and get on out of here!
Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and Bud Light money
Bud Light money? A Yugo? A thirty-five hundred dollar car?
And you steppin to this? I take only Benz's and better love
Forget about the love it's all about the money
So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
That's where it's at
Yeah, money

 

[^^^_Zuzuka_^^^]

Artist: Inspectah Deck
Album: The Movement
Song: City High

[Intro: Inspectah Deck (sample)]
(Everybody on the grind, son) 8 million stories in the naked city
(Everybody trying to eat) (It's always gonna be a struggle, in this hustle)
This is just one (Trying to bubble, trying to live this) Realize..

[Inspectah Deck]
We dance with the wolves, wrestle with the pitbulls
For fistfuls of dollars and cents, we empty pistols
Plotting out elaborate scams to get our hands on some
Lofts of land or maybe, thoughts of plans and they be
Forcing my hand to make me, off this man
I never claimed killer, I came iller stayed realer
Our chance grows, traveled the globe, fans applauded
But my heart still roaming the streets, they still calling
Boat names with cocaine dreams screaming "I own the game!"
I'm so stained Novacaine doesn't slow the pain
Lost so many I don't fear death, no tears left
Numbers of my years left, blessed to be here left
When they said "At fifteen he'll be already dead"
I'm here heavy head steady sipping Rémy Red
Wild fellow trying to keep my mind settled
Child of the ghetto, survived where nines echo

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
I'm just a city guy living fly getting high
Live it till I die getting by, whipping by
Stand solidified big times to different sides
Here's your ticket right, follow if you feel my vibe... (My vibe)

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, we caped up, ten in the lab, weapons to blast
One with the city, fight for sections of land
Can't sleep till the check's in my hand
It's still a hustle, bare knuckle grind knee deep inside the struggle
I don't give a fuck about much but my beloved and such
'Cause nobody to trust but us
It's New York life, walk like what you talk like
Or you might get tossed right off the ninth floor
Every day is war, rhoaming through the wasteland
Focused, trying to make grands
Hammers poaking out the waistband
In this cash race, they can't stand the pace
I plan to make millions and marinate
Across town my Fam is straight
Cash rules, so naturally it had me
The temptress teasing me, I lust badly
She said "You want professional and records sold? Let it go"
And I replied "This is the only life I'll ever know..."

[Hook: Inspectah Deck]
(It's the only life I'll ever know... You know?)
I trust, in no one but us
Trust, in no one but us
Trust, in no one but us

[Inspectah Deck]
Yeah, years later, hey I made it, no explaining how
Walking forward through the fire while it rain down
We claim Sex & Slang and aim weapons
But still trying to live the +Good Times+ like James Evans
And, we'll stick you for your shine
(Hustle) Nickel for a dime
(Trouble) This you're gonna find
(Muscle) If you wanna grind
(Struggle) Digits on the mind
(Couple) Figures for the crime
(Scuffle) Fists or with the nine
(Bubble) Living on the line (The line, the line...)

[Chorus]

 

[^^^_Zuzuka_^^^]

Artist: Killah Priest f/ Hell Razah
Album: Heavy Mental
Song: Science Project

Live my life (4X)

*42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually*

[Killah Priest]
Five brothers they were layin in the lobby
And one had a shotty
Greed made em thirsty for money
So he plot, with his gat cocked
I need a knot, shit is gettin hot
The others said, "What could we do?
It's on you"
He stared em down as he passed 'em the brew
"Hmm, maybe you see my view
Follow me upstairs on the eighth floor
and I will show you the door"
"The eighth floor, how is that?"
"That's where my cousin, is slingin crack
Be grand whatcha y'all niggaz is, puss?
Y'all seem shook, to have niggaz ambushed"
One other kid said, "You sound like a savage
Couple of years ago you spoke mathematics
I peeped your ways now you carry automatics
and try to give niggaz traffic"
Peace...

*another conversation breaks out*

[Killah Priest]
He stepped on the elevator
"I see y'all crab niggaz later"
...
"Call your cousin, and warm him of the setup
before the brother gets wet up"
...
*gunshot*
He ran to the pay phone
Hopin that nobody stayed home
He tried to dial, the niggaz started bustin
On the corner while them other niggaz hustlin
He jetted back to his projects
*automatic gunfire*
He heard the sound of a tec
*automatic gunfire*
He heard the sound of a tec!
("Oh shit!")
He heard the sound of a tec!
*single blast*
He heard the sound of a tec!
*automatic gunfire*
He heard the sound of a tec!
*automatic gunfire*
He heard the sound of a tec!
He heard the sound of a tec!
*gun blast*

[Hell Razah]
Gun science projects
Lifestyle science projects
Port Queens science projects
Parkhill science projects
Queensbridge science projects
Lefrak science projects
Life in a science project
Life in a science project
Life in a science project
Albany science projects
Bushwick science projects
Stapleton science projects
Go on a science project
Kingsboro science project
Bushwick science project
Sumner science project
B-Boy science projects
Saint Nick science projects
Webster science projects
Polo Grounds science projects
White crawls science projects
Tonka science projects
Life in the science projects
Life in the science projects...

[movie clip]
In the beginning, we lived as we could
Friendless wanderers that we were, we cheated and stole
in order to live
We knew heat hunger and cold
And slept under the stars
Then, as time softened my sorrow
I began to put to use the skills I had learned in the school of life
and in my father's house
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