MAHMUT ORHAN
Feel Lyrics (feat. Sena Sener)
Stay still until they find it out.
Slow down the sunrise and keep the tone,
Put the cold in my bones,
watch as the fear is flown,
And your mind is beautiful child,
stay still until they find it out.
The smell of wood is in the air.
The 19th century atmosphere.
My hair is up, my feet are bare.
The 19th century atmosphere.
ETERNAL TEARS OF SORROW
The River Flows Frozen Lyrics
Music: Kokko & Puolakanaho
Lyrics: Vetelainen & Kokko & Puolakanaho
Like frozen leaves
We are falling
On to the soil so barren and cold
The rays of sun
No more warming
Our hearts now so cold
Through this field
Of the withered flowers
We go still one more time
The hidden beauty
Forever gone
The river’s frozen once again
So came this time
When moonlight blackened my heart:
I can’t stand this pain
The chain is broken
It’s tearing open my scars:
I want to feel the flame…again
The shine behind
The frozen stream
Reminds me of your eyes
The spark of hope
Still in my heart
Shall dreams become true under the ice?
Chorus
COLIN JAMES
Standin’ On The Edge Lyrics
Late last night I was dreamin’
I was dreamin’ of your charms
And I was standin’ on the edge of love baby
With you in my arms
Well, you whispered sweet things and you told me
You told me that you’d love me and you’d always be true
And that you’d stand on the edge of love with me
And I’ll stand with you
That’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love
And I’m just about to slip and fall
That’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love baby
Waitin’ on your call
Well, a young man’s mind will wonder
And wander off to distant shores
And if you’d just come here and stand with me
I won’t wander no more
Well, I promise that I’ll stop all of my gamblin’
Stop stayin’ out late all night
Might even settle down, baby
Treat ourselves right
Yeah, don’t you know that’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love
And I’m just about to slip and fall
That’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love baby
Waitin’ on your call
One more time, yeah
Standin’ on the edge of love
Yeah, that’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love
And I’m just about to slip and fall
That’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love baby
Waitin’ on your call
Yeah, that’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love
And I’m just about to lose my mind
That’s why I’m standin’ on the edge of love baby
Waitin’ on you one more time
HE IS LEGEND
Stampede Lyrics
We have been moving to cuts and bruises
I’ll sing a song for you, run faster or you’ll lose it
This is our heartbeat, our words are so sweet
You dropped your medicine inside the water that we drink
Mama, tell me do I have a fever?
From the West I see the warrior is asleep
And from the East I watch the witches bathe my feet
Well I head North and saw you dancing in the rain
I woke up in the South and I will never be the same
Mama, tell me do I have a fever?
I looked left to find your fingerprints were gone
And I look right to see something was going wrong
I looked up to see the sun had flickered out
I headed down the road that lead me to the South
Oh Lord, this road I travel
Has made my head unravel
I just want to go home
But this road won’t let me go
Country road take me home
To the place where I belong
I’m so homesick and I can’t see straight
I’m not gonna make it, it’s getting too late
Oh Lord, this road I travel
Has made my head unravel
I just want to go home
But this road won’t let me go
We have been moving to cuts and bruises
I’ll sing a song for you, you stood still so you’ll lose it
This is our heartbeat, our words are so sweet
I cannot wake from you, you will not ever wake from me
Versuri Antonia – Iubirea mea
De ce nu stiu sa iti spun ‘Nu’, cand in suflet doare
Si cum de inca poti sa ma faci sa tresar
De ce sunt eu, de ce mi-esti tu obsesie, oare
Ne face atat de bine raul necesar.(iubirea mea)
M-am saturat sa te iubesc numai in gand
Indiferent de ce intampla, vreau la tine sa
Ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreau.
De ce nu pot sa te uit, de ce mereu in mintea mea
Apari si-mi faci, in loc de bine, numai rau
Si parca nu am puterea sa inteleg
Versuri-lyrics.info
De ce numai prin durere trebuie sa trec.
Te rog din inima sa-mi iesi, nu mai suport
Sa mai indur lipsa de tine, simt ca ma sufoc.
Vreau sa ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreau.
M-am saturat sa te iubesc numai in gand
Indiferent de ce intampla, vreau la tine sa
Ajunga iubriea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori imi zic ca
Vreau sa ajunga iubirea mea, oriunde te-ai afla
De cate ori soarele dispare, de atatea ori iti zic ca te vreauuu.
Versuri Antonia
Video mea
Gucci Mane & Chris Brown released new collab “Tone It Down.” The track was produced by Tripple M.
Wop, wop, wop, wop
VVS the wrist, wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bi**h-bi**h
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Yeah, yeah, VVS the wrist-wrist
Wop, wop, wop, wop
Might steal your bi**h
Gucci Mane feat. Chris Brown – Tone It Down Lyrics
Listen full track below.
(Chorus – Tory Lanez)
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon get it lit, just like the loud pack
And I’m with the s**ts
Pull up with ah stick
Pull up, light the mother**king loud pack
(Verse 1 – Tory Lanez)
I got two bi**hes and they f**king, oh yeah
Soon as you see me, you know what I’m on, yeah
New Lamborghini, that trunk in the front, yeah
Loud pack
Dipping in the gatti, baby
You still got a body, baby
You still riding shotty with the loud pack
And it ain’t a thing to her
I can pull your main bi**h and all I do is sing to her
Yeah-yeah-yeah-oh
Lil T the one to tease me, want the whole thing
Still whipping and the digits long as lo mein
Whipping on the side, I’ma
(Chorus – Tory Lanez)
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon get it lit, just like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with ah stick
Pull up, light the mother**king loud pack
(Verse 2 – Dave East)
We go to Cali smoking Cali, this s**t loud
Backwood on fire, so got my eyes low, blow this pound
First class, I don’t do no more coach
When I was broke I still had smoke
That blunt not done, I hit that roach
Got two bi**hes and they smoking out
We don’t know no drought
I can show you what this dough about
I woke up on a cloud, Takeoff
My diamonds Offset
Got her number, ain’t called yet
Lambo, the trunk in front of it, pulling up, I ain’t parked yet
On Collins couple Haitians close
Honestly we take jewelry better than we can take a joke
Got the head off a eighth of dope
Came back to the crib, back to the face, I ain’t passing it
Before I used to package it
All the smoking, I mastered it, loud
(Chorus – Tory Lanez)
Keep you on my side like the loud pack
Baby where you been?
Dipping in a Benz
Need you right beside me like the loud pack
Party with your friends
Bring em to the crib
It’s all good with me, I got the loud pack
Bring it to the crib, you know what it is
We gon get it lit, just like the loud pack
And I’m with the shits
Pull up with ah stick
Pull up, light the mother**king loud pack
(Refrain)
Say she ain’t feeling my girl
She wanna stay on the low
Cause she don’t want my girl to know, to know
(Verse 1)
I took her out of the Polo
Bought her some Mason Margielas
I think I did it again
I think I did it again
I think I did it again
Oh, my old ways
Go back to old days
I think I did it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
Say I’m ’bout that pussy
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hop in and swim
Pussy good but I ain’t pressed though
I just hit her in my press doors
That pu**y get the MVP
That pu**y get the MVP
(Chorus)
Twenty, I did it again
Twenty just did it again
Twenty just did it again
Twenty just did it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
She don’t wanna f**k with me
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
But she don’t wanna f**k with me
No, no
(Verse 2)
I flew her out to L.A
I flew her right to the view
She fell in love with the view
She wanna sleep by the view
She wanna sleep by the view
(Refrain)
Say she ain’t feeling my girl
She wanna stay on the low
Cause she don’t want my girl to know, know, know
Say she ain’t feeling my girl
She wanna stay on the low
Cause she don’t want my girl to know, know, know
Say she ain’t feeling my girl
She wanna stay on the low
Cause she don’t want my girl to know, know, know
(Chorus)
Twenty, I did it again
Twenty just did it again
Twenty just did it again
Twenty just did it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
She don’t wanna f**k with me
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
I wanna hit it again
But she don’t wanna f**k with me
No, no
(Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Burn my name on my stone, everything
Then make sure you fire it up, fire it up, yeah
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up, everything
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
(Verse 1 – Ray J)
I f**ked around with the devil
Shirt feeling like metal
Inhale that smoke
Then off to the next level
Hoes, I don’t really care for
Real ni**as, I ride for
My ni**as that’s locked up
Money on the books for your survival
Standing next to the taco
Cocaine in the Tahoe
Blood ni**as on beast mode
Crip ni**as from East Coast
Riding round with the devil
On to the next level
Light that s**t up
And burn that s**t right to my soul
(Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Burn my name on my stone, burn my name
Then make sure you fire it up, fire it up, yeah
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
(Verse 2 – Chris Brown)
Light it up, light it up
I was the one that invited them
F**ked around and got bi**hes tipsy, yeah, them bottoms up, everything
Yeah, I got too excited, bro
Bout to start acting funny on your ass
I reaper that G, all that Louis and Birkin
You wanted me to burn you, I did it on purpose
If it was your a$$, get away with murder
Burning letters cause I’m writing in cursive
Don’t care if I’m right, ni**a, f**k being perfect
In love with the Actavis, mixing the Perc, everything
You know that I’m accurate, missing a purpose
And I’ma look back on this s**t cause you worth it
I’ma grow from my mistakes
I’ma grow from it and learn
The old me is all up and flying
Ni**as smoke that OG, let it burn
(Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Burn my name on my stone, burn my name
Then make sure you fire it up, fire it up, yeah
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
(Post Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
(Verse 3 – Bizzy Bone)
Let it rain when I put em in a
When I put em in the game, when I murder them, mane
Got somebody that can put em in pain
When I sneak in the door, never heard em in pain
I’ma call you voodoo when I’m in that mood
And I murder insane
My name, written in blood all day
Yeah
I don’t really wanna raise blaze
Don’t pick up that vase, vase
She done wanted me to chase, chase
Every day that I wake and I bake and I shake that s**t
Hate when I show all the fake that I see
When I break that rib, when I take that rib
And I make that rib, I don’t think that take
Heard my name, take my pain
Take my brain, take my lane
They can name everything
I don’t really wanna be a commodity
But it really don’t bother me
Cause honestly, no sign of me
My prodigy, is all I be
Uh, she’s burning my name
(Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Burn my name on my stone, burn my name
Then make sure you fire it up, fire it up, yeah
Burn that s**t right to my soul
Then make sure you fire it up
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul, oh yeah
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up
Burn that s**t right to my soul
(Post Chorus – Ray J & Chris Brown)
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
Oh yeah, oh, ooh
Yeah, let it burn, burn
(Intro – C. Delores Tucker)
It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene
In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech
Now we see the direct and indirect effects
We see the rise in murder, in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide
We hear the wailing mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers, and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets
If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene
(Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″)
We started off as targets
We had the Congress mad at the whole genre
Tryna get rid of us
Now it’s like we not even trying to be good
It’s like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil
I open windows with hopes that the wind blows….blessings
Set my Timbo’s next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes
The extendo’s on the AK 47 and its…are invoked
It’s time, it’s time to move something
I guess we missed our window to try to prove something
Spot a whack producer across the room
Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon
Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back
Go and toss that bi**h into a dark lagoon
Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon
They ain’t skilled enough to stand the field with us
You gon have to retire me
It’s only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me
I be out here telling the truth
I should sign my autograph with a polygraph
I move in silence
Tryna get to you fore you could brace yourself
Cause I’m tryna put yo a$$ in a body cast
Y’all ni**as lollygag not me
This evening I’m with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner
You eating Church’s Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners
I’m a living legend, you a fidget spinner
I’m getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past M’s
And I’m getting better, tryna catch up and pass em
I be blacking out, you could ask them
Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm
Everything I wear be tailor made to fit, Giraffe trim
Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be ‘Pac
While I’m zoning, stirring the pot
I’m bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman
This bout to be disturbing to watch
While I’m out here swerving the drop
Your favorite rapper bout to get cleaned up, served in a box
Like laundry detergent, pushing round these birds with a mop
Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind
Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a gator pond
Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind
While they denying now, all these heathens be crying bout
Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying
We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out
They feed negativity, we eating vagina while
Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo
Eating while we feed people to lions
The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo
He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk
You don’t wanna play with none of his make-believe truth
They’ll make the iron speak too
He’ll do the R2D2 to your art
Until it’s parts of a easel
Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people
To dissect at Juilliard
I’m the best at who we are, that’s f**king food for thought
Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though
Subpar cerebrals
(Interlude – C. Delores Tucker)
For 400 years, profit came before principle
We marched for our right to at Selma, I was there with Dr. King
Music that glorifies and promotes violence with guns, knives, and drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap That’s it, we march again and we’re gonna keep on marching
(Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″)
I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores
While I’m flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee
Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree
King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me
Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury
While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like Riff Raff jewelry
I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments
I just whiplash new beats
You just the next wave to catch a crazy catchphrase
I’m just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me, net pay
Tell paparazzi I’m charging sales tax to media
In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness
On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor
Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil’s last ingredient
While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to
Better each time I came through like I held back the previous
Look, I’m the real thang
These ni**as just here to provide dangerous detail
If any of y’all MCM’s is any flyer than me here
These ni**as listen to sign language, probably speak Braille
Me, I’m just about to stick my dick in the dirt
Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible
I’m gon relapse for a bottle or being a
Relax for a throttle
One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn’t ask for a dollar
My style lethal ferocious
Streaming out your club when your single drop
Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture
Uh, I broke my key off in the car door
Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off
I’m an angel at squalor
My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who’s been ordered to war
So at 3:45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four
Somebody ask me for change for a dollar
While I spray your ass with four different fours
More layers than 44
Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie’s recording thesaurus
The Virgin Mary took a morning after pill the morning before fornicating the Lord
They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner’s door
Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory
This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face
So when you gon end up getting ate? Like four and four
Icicles is made of blood boiling water alluring gore
I’m here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth
While I shoot the shit as deep as…..though, so it’s four to four
While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for
(Outro – C. Delores Tucker)
We’re beaten with billy clubs and we’re bitten with dogs unleashed by
We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies
Then, and we sure ain’t gonna accept insults from our youth