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"[NaNe] - un cantaretz foarte tanar 19-20 de ani. Adora foarte mult animalele , mai ales cainii .... putetzi gasii hi5-ul sa vedetzi ... NaNe knta melodii mai mult despre vitza in romania , ceea ce este foarte adevarat. Mai toate melodiile lui snt dedikte vietzii murdare din Romania , despre tineri ce se drogheaza , despre copii saraci , despre batranii care nu au casa , despre fete care se porstitueaza pt. a produce bani shi maai ales despre conducerea tzarii ! Pe mn m-a fashcinat acest tanar cantaretzz ink din prima melodie care am auzit-o .... Nane - Nu Le PaSa !"

Penibil.

Raku - P-astea trag

[Refren]
Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. 
Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea
Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. 
Des eu praf, d-astea fac c-astea-mi plac, p-astea trag. 

Născut pe unşpe iulie în anul şapteşnouă 
M-apropii de-o varsta nouă, cu-o experienţă nouă. 
Cu tot ce am pe carcă să o-mpărtăşesc vouă, 
Fiindcă eu nu pot să mă prefac că plouă. 
N-am putut să fiu uşă de biserică, 
Dar m-am trezit uneori că ţin un soi de predică. 
Şi-am dat sfaturi, eu fiind plin de greşeli 
Deşi nevrând să-ţi fac rău, aş fi putut să mă-nşel. 
Orice simt-gândesc-spun-fac se aude, 
Caut să fie deopotrivă şi n-aştept laude. 
Vezi tu, îmi cotezi textul cum crezi la bursă, 
Pentru ce-am greşit voi fi judecat la Sursă. 
Că printre vechi am zeci de rânduri pripite, 
Azi mi le contrazic deci să le treci prin site. 
Şi am descris ce-am dezis mânat de conştiinţă 
În rest încerc acest LP a fi spre folosinţă. 
În "mediul vitreg" vedeam prea mult negru, 
Dar un remediu mi-a fost sediul familial integru. 
Că-n cele mai grele clipe am primit de la părinţi 
Toată afecţiunea lor de oameni încercaţi şi uniţi. 
Nu-mi place armata, mi-am luat permisia, 
Ma prefăceam că munceam, mi-am dat demisia. 
Televizorului i-am cam evitat emisia, 
C-am senzaţia că mă tulbură cu transmisia. 
Civilizat ca un sălbatic indian apaş, 
Te rog frumos cu pozele în pace să mă laşi. 
Că scopul e-un mesaj, eu-s o non-vedetă, 
Contra implantului de cip, clonare si anti-rachetă. 
Abordat pe stradă atunci când nu vorbesc, 
Evit polemici inutile ci nu caut să jignesc 
Şi de pe vremea când nu câştigam un covrig, 
Cânt să ştii că nu sunt exclusiv pro-câştig. 

[Refren]

Dedic acest album celor ce-l iau la plic 
Şi urez salariu mare celor care şi-l iau şi ei la clic. 
Şoarecilor ofuscaţi de lângă tastaturi 
Cu pace de la gaşca mea de graşi ca Raj Kapoor. 
Oricui o fi, familiei şi prietenilor mei, 
Care m-au susţinut mereu, şi-atunci când n-aveam lei. 
Piese-n care-mi iese un simplu joc de glezne, 
Dar miez cu veste despre ceea ce nu mai vezi des lesne. 
Despre cele rele doar să se spele aş spune, 
Că m-aş bucura să pot să văd numai lucruri bune. 
Nimic? Atunci să ştii c-averea mea e-n spirit, 
De mic sec la eşec pot să o iau de la zero zilnic. 
S-apar iar ca Sisif resimţit pe bit 
Interpretând romanţa cu ştanţa "desluşit". 
Să sară praful de pe tobe când începe 
Ca un Zeppelin trecând peste stepe de ţepe.

Ol' Dirty Bastard interrupts Grammy's

Ol' Dirty Bastard storming the stage at the 1998 Grammy's while Wyclef and Eryka Badu are presenting the award for song of the year after Wu-Tang Clan lost in the category best hip-hop album to Puff Daddy earlier in the evening.

R.I.P ODB.

Wu-Tang Clan - Can It Be All So Simple


[Intro: Raekwon the Chef]

(Can it be that it was all so simple then)
KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick
Nineteen ninety three exoticness
KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical
Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight
Yo!!

[Verse One:]

Started off on the island, AK Shaolin
Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin
Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now
Rae gotta get a plate now
Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one
Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey
If niggas know the half is behind me
Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto
Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto
In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
Pushin the big joint from down South
So if you're filthy stacked up
Betta watch ya back and duck
Cause these fiends they got it cracked up
Now my man from up north, now he got the law
It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)
And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
(Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )
Fuck that

[Chorus]
[Raekwon] Dedicated to the winners and the losers 
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Raekwon] Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Ghost Face Killer] Dedicated to MPV's phat!
(Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
[Raekwon] Nigguh, yeah, yeah!

[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]

Yo!
Kickin the fly cliches
Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots
Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
I'd rather flip shows instead of those
Hangin on my living room wall
My first joint, and it went gold
I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
Plus the spot light
Gettin my dick rubbed all night
I wanna have me a phat yacht
And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
But for now, it just a big dream
Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
My thoughts must be relaxed
Be able to maintain
Cause times is changed and life is strange
The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
Receivin all types of calls from upstate
Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
Settlin for lesser
The god left lessons on my dresser
So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
Continue to make hits with Rae and A
Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
[Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
Word up 
It's on like that]

(Can it be that it was all so simple then)

Wu-Tang Clan - Triumph

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life, standin firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?
In the line of fire holdin back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin
Tell your story walkin
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

[RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebrum cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA]
War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Givin sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission 
Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, black nobled you Ali
Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? 
Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth
Ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer
Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick
Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland

Wu-Tang Clan feat. Paulissa Morgan - Gravel Pit

[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

[HOOK: Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

[Meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]

[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Meth]
And I'm the motherfuckin Hott Nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen

[Meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...

[Ghostface]
E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout

[U-God]
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shit

[Meth over hook to end]

Are tot ce-i trebuie unui videoclip rep: femei, haine de blană şi...dinozauri.

PS: Aici e definiţia "gravel pit"-ului.

Mesaj către fraieraşi

Nu vă mai obosiţi să mă-njuraţi că am moderare pe commenturi, inapţilor.

Pace.

Despre puţoi

Puţoii. Ştiţi ce-s ăia? Sunt genu' de persoane cu drepturi prea multe şi prea mari. Puţoii sunt caracterizaţi de ego exagerat, moacă de prost şi impresii de "cool". Puţoii sunt fie cei care se iau de tine pe stradă când te întorci beat acasă, fie martalogii cu drepturi de moderator pe un forum mai mort decât Silviu Brucan, fie şomoiogii cu gangsterisme de vedetă, mai ales atunci când vorbesc cu cei cunoscuţi. Limbricii şi cocalarii sunt puţoi. Indiferent de ce vi se comunică, puţoii nu ştiu ce vorbesc. Chiar sunt imbecili. Se cred "uber-heavy metal". Nu, nu sunt. Şi nici nu vor fi. De ce? Pentru că primesc la 20 de ani bani de gel de păr de la mami. Coaie, nu zice nimeni să nu iei bani de la mă-ta, da' nu-ţi cumpăra gel de ei, for fuck's sake! Hai mucles, sunteţi penibili, puţoilor.

Dăspre năravu' moldoveanului...

Aşa. Deci revolucion, cum ar zice fanii Che Guevarra. Nu o să încep cu căcaturi gen "suntem alături de voi", pentru că nu-mi stă în fire să fiu chiar aşa de ipocrit. Las asta pentru alţii care cred ca ajută cu ceva dacă se strang 200, 2000 sau 20 de milioane într-o piaţă din Bucureşti cu motivul de a merge la Mec după aia. Nu. Io-s aici să le urez succes "fraţilor de sânge"(că dacă nu-s găozar până la capăt, nu fac nimic - tre' şi urătura asta, are efect), deşi nu cred c-o să iasă mare lucru. Deja "protestează paşnic" acuma. Ce mah? Spargeţi-le capetele dacă sunteţi zmei! Credeaţi că speriaţi pe cineva doar cu atât? Mă rog, nu-i datoria mea să apreciez "curajul neestimat", da' îmi dau şi io cu părerea, ca toată lumea de altfel. Ni se reproşează de către cunoscătorii vieţii care habar n-au pe ce lume trăiesc că nu facem suficiente lucruri pentru noi, în altă dezordine de idei. Păi tu ce faci mă? Te duci să ţipi ca bou' pentru libertatea/sănătatea altcuiva, însă când vine vorba de tine spui "lasă mă, noi să fim sănătoşi!". Bravo, ai făcut treaba. Scoateţi toate boxele în stradă, băgaţi "Fight the Power" de la Public Enemy şi GO OLD SCHOOL ON THEIR ASS. Pula mea, mai avem şi pretenţii. Mie-mi place România. În Republică n-am fost încă, aşa că nu mă pot exprima.

Aveţi grijă de voi. Pace. România vă aşteaptă. Labii fosforescente pentru toată lumea!!

CunninLynguists - Seasons

[Intro]
One-two
It's Masta Ace, Cunninlyguists
We about to get into the seasons
The seasons of hip hop
How we gonna start it?


[Masta Ace]
As we Spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could say this man was the greatest fan
When shoelaces were fat, and all the rapper's faces were black
And light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed
When it blast...they must move
You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove
And songs started to drop - Ain't nobody start at the top
Before Preme (DJ Premier) learned the art of the chop
This is way before SP's...and MPC's
And long before CD's and MP3's
The game started to bloom and blossom
And masters ready for the cermony, like a groom in costume
Growth from the rain of the previous years
I took notes from what I heard through these devious ears
Yeah


[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although the skin was tanner
"Fuck The Police!!" jumpin over radio scanners
It was hot in the shade, wet paint all over the canvans
Fuck Vanilla Ice cones, we had T, Cube's Amerikka's Most
And wanted that Chronic on the Left-Coast
Talent pools were full and fresh for swimming
Backstrokin' through Dark Sides and Illmatic beginnings
Them lemonade stands would make you street platinum
It was 2 Live... Florida crews caught heat for rappinţ
But free speech pollination kept bees colonizing in hives
And stung Delores Tucker right in her pride
The Tribes ocean splash was rising the tide
Strictly 4 My Niggaz that were ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful


[Chorus]
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Play me in the winter, play me in the summer, play me in the autumn, any order"- Ladybug, "9th Wonder"
"Seasons Change, mad things rearrange" - Lauryn Hill, "How Many Mics"
"Trees bright and green turn yellow brown, autumn caught em
See all them leaves must fall down" - Andre 3000, "13th Floor/Growing Old"


[Kno]
As the East vs. West winds blew, causing two
Legends to Fall like maple leaves from escalated beef
Assumed that the worst was over
Til these cats started wearing shiny costumes like the 31st of October
The weather's colder, but the word jacket/jack it
Is what they did to people's styles, not what they covered they backs with
Tactics of the skill impaired
No Limit to what they'll do when the green is scarce
Some be Thanksgiving for who they know, while others get jerked for loot
Cause gettin' signed ain't a turkey shoot
No respect for the pilgrims who paved the way so you could rock that
Just pop crap and Plymouth Rock-Rap
Beyond gimmicks and fake plastic tits
Outkast and Raekwon dropped fall classic discs
Born to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K


[SOS]
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Winter brought along platinum causing the ice age
No more Gold, no more YO! MTV RAPS
Now we got R&B cats stealing classic rap tracks
In winter it's snowed in like the temperature's below ten
Citizens open up shows for more snowmen
Scrawny boys rock bubblegooses to pose like grown men
And you can catch freezer burn from women when they show skin
Jolly, fat, white men get paid when rap hits the shelves
And artists themselves get treated like Elves
Matter of fact, Santa's gotten so greedy when a rapper sells
You even need clearance to sample Jingle Bells
What the hell! You need cells and 2 ways for chicks to bone ya?
And so much ice on ya body that you can get pneumonia
Even at the beaches of Daytona it's gotten colder
But it's about time for the cycle to start over (echo)


How we gonna start it?

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Promoe - These Walls Don't Lie (Graffer's Anthem)

A-1-2, A-1-2
But you don't stop
Then let the short shot
Production: DJ Large

And Promoe on the mic(on the mic, on the mic)
For all my people(all my people, graffiti writers!)
Goes a little something like this:

It was the last days of summer
Sun shinin' through the window
Life movin' real slow
You know how things go

His friends knew him by the name of Bingo
As he turned up the volume on the hot new single
(Turn it up son!)

From Looptroop his favourite rapgroup
He loved how they represented him yo
The graffyouth from the grassroots
He came from Sweden too

Felt proud when he played
his new friends the latest tunes
Check this shit out man
That he had to download
Cause his local recordstore
Was on the other side of the globe

They didn't carry the stuff
But he felt it was okay to do
He spread the Troop's message
All the way to Australia, dude

And man that couldn't be wrong
When Long Arm and Freedom Fighters
Were his fuckin' theme songs

In the headphones those nights
He spent when he stayed up
Adrenaline Rush
When he entered the lay up, singin...

Bada papa papa...

You know graffiti won't die, die
No, it won't, aha
Because these walls don't lie, lie (They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this piece, aha
He said, to those DVSG's

And stepped in with a grin and a boosted Kangol
Mimicking the king
With the ruler's manners

Fresh dressed

In his newest shoes and flannels
Then began lettin' on
With the loosest cannons

Figurin' this'll be my coolest panel
But when they see it all they see
Is just a gruesome scandal

Erasin' all signs of life
Callin the youth some vandals
They can't handle the truth
So this is how the truth is handled

Deep into the music and his art
Man, his true love
Didn't even notice when the train pulled up

Before the bloodstains faded
On the engine cooler
The very same train
Hit another writer: Olaf

On a different continental: Europe
But then they came to the same place,
That I'm sure of
In this world people always
Looked upon them as a terror
But now 50 000 chariots singin' the chorus, going...

Bada papa papa...
(aha, aha)

Graffiti writers won't die, die, no
(I'm telling you)
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
(They don't lie)
Come on
I'm dedicatin' this song, song
To those gone
Your memory live on(live on)

Bridge:
I know a lot of people
Including myself get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though

A lot of people including myself
Get uncomfortable
When people including myself
Get emotional

But I gotta be true to myself
And to most of y'all
Man I still got love
For graffiti culture though

A lot changed from
The days of Spraycan stories
See me in the yard today
Lost like a freakin' tourist

And I don't claim to know much
All I really know is
We were 17 once
Actin' like we were immortals

Fearin' no evil
People said we had no morals
That's fine, their corrupt world
It really wasn't for us

We just laughed at the bullshit names
That they called us
Hated us, we hated them
And both sides found out what a war is

We were winning in the beginning
Then found out ‘bout the horrors
Don't get me wrong my lover
Hundred percent, no less

Peace to my people
We grow with the knowledge
I bite on death same time
I'm playin' hardish to catch

From South Africa
Writers from New York
Australia, Spain, France
And Germany, up north

Still the same rapper tellin'
Cops to fuck off
And all my writers:
Survive! This my love song to y'all

Bada papa papa...

You know graffiti won't die, die, no
Because these walls don't lie, lie, no
To all my people world wide, wide, yo'
All my writers survive

Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley feat. Stephen Marley & Yami Bolo - Still Searching

[Damian Marley] 
Some gal in a twinkling of an eye 
Dem a ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani 
Oh, come on now 
Tell me how can I 
Love a one dat really don't deserve me 
Na try fi keep and na try preserve me 
Me's a boy could get whole heep a girl ya heard me 
Many are called but only few dem worthy 
Body have to physically strong and sturdy 
Spiritually balanced fi clean and purge me 
Mentally advanced fi always urge me 
Read a couple books and challenge the clergy 
Read a couple psalms up in the morning early 

[Damian Marley] 
Could you be so kind 
Then show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
A little child has grown 
And he'g got love on his mind 
But what he'll never know 
A virtuous woman is hard to find 

[Stephen Marley] 
And dat's when she said 
She feels the pain 
And she'll never fall 
In love again 

[Damian Marley] 
So if you is a gal with whole heep of value 
What a valuable nice and decent gal you 
When I get you I'll be glad I got you 
Then stand firmly inna your life like statue 
Seen some old tings seen some young tings 
Seen some little silly go and come tings 
Seen some one night just for fun tings 
What an indecent piece of someting 

[Ziggy & Damian] 
Be so kind 
The show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searchin' for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
Some say that love is blind 
But he keep saying "Not This Time" 
So all we need is love 
To keep his heart in line 

[Stephen Marley] 
But that's when she said 
Lord I feel the pain 
And she'll never fall 
In love again 

[Damian] 
You have some gyal ah come pon man premises 
And ah fling up dat ting that's between di knees 
And ah fill up man head with false promises 
Oh dutty bungle please 
Couldn't want to run that so fast with ease 
Been there done that my main squeeze 
Is natural, simply natural 

[Damian Marley] 
Could you be so kind 
Then show me a sign 
I've been searchin' and it's so hard to find 
Decent values with a decent wine 
Decent jubee running it down the line 
Maybe it's my mind 
Maybe I'm blind 
Maybe it's the way that I've been spending my time 
I'm still searching for a fine peace of mind 
Decent jubee running it down the line 

[Yami Bolo] 
A little child has grown 
And he's got love on his mind 
But what he'll never know 
A virtuous woman is hard to find 

[Stephen Marley] 
Cause that's when she said 
She's feeling pain 
It seems they have fallen in love again 
That's when she said 
Lord I feel the pain 
And now they're standing in love again 

[Damian Marley] 
So tell me ah when price tag gone pon ay nanny 
Gyal ah love man for Benz and ferrari 
Little one eyed brethren weh name Omari 
Couldn't get no loving since him sell stary 
Some gyal in a twinkling of an eye 
Dem ah ready fi come pull down me Karl Kani 
Oh, come on now 
Tell me how can I 
Love a one dat really don't deserve me