Parole ... Sipsi (Turkish clarinet), saz (Turkish lute) & singing.
Chamelier, tire tes chameaux sur la côte / Leurs mamelles s'entrechoquant // Son chameau n'a pas de cloche / Son cou n'a pas de grain de beauté / Je ne puis être sans toi, ne reste pas sans moi // Ses baisers sont gracieux ; ils l'ont mordue, la pauvre / Le bracelet d'or et d'argent a meurtri son bras blanc // Chamelier, mène tes chameaux au loin / Maintenant, fais bon accueil à la belle et au riche... // Son chameau... // Mon chameau est trop haut, je n'ai pu mettre la corde / S'il a froid, tire la couverture par-dessus.
I’m gonna beA fixed point in the daylightA fuzzy tree in a big and green areaA misunderstanding in the eyes of the curiousA white street in the brightnessA vehement garden, a squall and silenceA blank page about the meaning An opened sky to the speechless desiresI’m gonna beOlderFinally To smile to whom i wantI’m gonna beOlderFinally 3000 miles, 2 trains, one bus, 2 boatsAnd the light in the morningAnd the humidity of the meetingAnd a vague feeling aboutThe reason of a so long journeyTo smile to whom i want
Was there a boy, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Was there a girl, on way, awake ?Spending time alone, and staying ?Gathering bunch of grass and spray,Beholding sounds and touch the breath,Beyond,The mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight maskMasked boy, white mask, and straight,Mask,Masked boy, white mask, and straight Wandering boy, or girl, or boy and girlAnyway
Parole ... Song. Femal voice, electronics, accordion & rhythm.
No,
not there and not hidden,Foxtake your responsibilitiesI can see youI do, scatter youIt is not the road to be taken, don’t speak, don’t thinkAnd cover your mouth, but show your eyesI have to see where your’ looking atGo on TV the boredom is there to listen to youHow many we have lost, won, received share, to takeShow you on the webHow many evictions this year ? How many flights ? How many expulsion today ?How many expulsions this year?
White, salt, pearle fallFall on the ground,And disapear The day goes, slow downWhere do we go from here ? Hold me and tell me,Why on the ground, and here ? All your fingers inside,As time goes byAs a little wave on my backThe reasons change as clouds Pass all the day so slowly, Hold me and tell me why i go away and far And when the wind gets up, i’m never sure,To walk, on the good side.
Parole ... Explicit language. Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic ...Explicit language. Bewitching & native Hip-hop. Male vocal & ethnic percussion. BPM 100.
10 seconds
Lyrics by Mattic Parks Music by Chomsk'
(Chorus) 6 seconds 5 seconds 4 seconds Mr. Mat your on 3 seconds 2 seconds 1 second Mr. Mat your on
It's like heat from the sunlight, I squeeze the tight life out of you, and got you smiling to So What it do ? Relay the verses right back to you so you act a fool The up with cool, down with school.
Has a list of line of waiters full of haters some rock timberland, some rock with gators Some all natural, but still get their power pulled Reconnection is beautiful thing the mind rule. Duel with this expertise mic handle, out of order generating dudes be lighting candles. Just to catch a swift win now you in the dark, I heard some nigga's waiting for that ass in the parking lot.
So what's the wrong route, escape death I doubt it They after you Only seconds Mattic's after you Only seconds Mattic's after you It takes seconds Mattic's after you To make a track Yo Mr. Fantastic is after you
That's the way of the world Day tripper, your song I skip to the next one because I can't take it no more This is classic encounters Consider the source down to earth til it explodes and bust like grapes. And out of shape fat people other words obesity. To get along with everyone, no you history. You shitting me or can you just not see ? In this life time I mastered the art in my ability.
The originality, exalted and compassionate The expediter Restored to mentor When I the television on I witness all the gluttony. But if I talk about it nigga's just mute the, focus of my sanity, body and soul love and weather, fall apart and build back together. My spirit box's has got a black man's waltz with three little words, I love you At all cost My people whose the boss and do you pay the cost ? Yo check it out now, witness the floss because, I'm about to make another record, and you van hit in about 10 seconds cause…
(chorus) 10 seconds 9 seconds 8 seconds Mr. Mat your on 7 seconds 6 seconds 5 seconds Mr. Mat your on 4 seconds 3 seconds 2 seconds Mr. Mat your on 1 second 1 second No seconds Mr. Mat your on
Parole ... Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female ...Explicit language. Hip-hop/Nu soul. Laid back. male vocal. female voice. BPM 92
THE LIGHT Lyrics by Mattic Parks and Astrid Engberg. Music by Oogo.
Fantastic (multiple repeat throughout song) Oogo Oogo Fantastic Chomsky
I be on the planet I be rocking that shit I be on the planet I be making them hits
MR. FANTASTIC
III beats from the words I speak It's the light from the uh…uh uh
Banka Wax Tailor Mr Gib Mr Fantastic
I be on the Planet I be rocking them beats We be on the planet we be making that heat We be on the planet and the style is unique
Our shit is big ocean and your shit is a creek On your territory I'm ah take ah leak let it all out Top high like Mt. Everest to the peak for you mountain climbers we be on the planet
Yea baby come and give me kiss on he cheek That is the style from beneath Underground, Underground from the PLANET
Parole ... Hip-hop. Wonky music. Video games fx. Male vocal. BPM 92.
GHOST MUSIC Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P Beat by Chomsky
(Chorus) Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music Ghost music
Hey it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music it's Poltergeist music
The like… Ah hell now did I miss it? before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated. I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.
Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule My medulla's like pole vaulter's A high choose Your best tracks, friend can help. In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.
And the crowd the only clap cause they don't want no playback. A universal word describes you as whack. While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger. The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.
Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal. Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will. Death Certificate host, America's most.
Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage. The stage or the living room I abuse it Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands Energy my man let me help you understand
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha They think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you
When they watch ya
How you got to X a man on the stage
Think they got cha they think the got cha
Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd
When they watch you When they watch ya
Music pause people (repeat) Music make's think (repeat) Music make'em think Man you got make them think!!
Parole ... Explicit language. Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick. Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring. I remember the night like it was morning Kat out of line, the vision rewinds He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights Now ah days, that's how they play Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook. Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore. Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl. Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him. Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude. He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam Son lets break out and shake out. Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling outside one through the chest just like a javelin. Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed Fronting in clubs unorganized Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds. 20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus) Now how that sound When you get knocked Down How that sound When they let go rounds From your country all the way to uptown You might get found, man How that Sound ?
Parole ... Explicit language. Laid back Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 88.
At The Wine Shop
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
At the wine shop, on the post up Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt. I say that, but it don't make me crazy It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby
Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so You just want to back it up until my tip explode Whoa !!!! I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.
Lately now ah days women cause trouble Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble Put you on a take off without a shuttle So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.
How many times you been fucked over ? A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker. Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker, after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.
I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop. They say I'm better then a under counter medicine pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.
This one had voice that was raspy smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me. Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth, winked her eye and said it's all on the house Her blouse !!!!
Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles. Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline. She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.
Hit the splif and then she passed it me. Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed. Leaned over said come and get You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.
I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum. She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath Were you off to this time of morning ? You do the math…
Parole ... Progressive Hip-hop with a latin feel. Male & female vocal. BPM 94.
It's Fantastic
Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky
Mattic's Lyrics
(chorus) To the break of Dawn Man we got that fire to the break of dawn (repeat)
Throwing Beams Illuminate the whole seen For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…
The Fantastic Planet we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures. Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills. See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!
(chorus) We make the fore go on and on And on and on and on and on. (repeat)
Parole ... Explicit language. Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus) We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times. Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline. If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ? No ! I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines Well I'll be Damned If you want to know how life is check out the music. It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch. Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash Here today and then they gone fast. All you hear is nigga's run up in your home. Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up, but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up. I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain. Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look. Bless my soul, I attend rock shows. Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help. Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk. Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk. Gas price sky high I wonder why ? Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze God witness cause I see all the last days I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga (repeat)
Parole ... Swagger, rhythmic & determined baile funk Carioca sung in Brazilian. ...Swagger, rhythmic & determined baile funk Carioca sung in Brazilian. A strong criticism of sexism. Female rapper & backing vocals, male ad libs, synth, brass, fx, Latin, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
BR:
Cold Jas, Sangue Bom
Connection Paris, Brasil, Angola
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look that)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
No drama de sexta
O machista observa
O sinal ta vermelho
Ma Nigga tá cego
Tua mente pequena
Sonho com a beg de dola
A luivi na sola
Meu ouro na gola
A bitch do lado só bebe
Meu peito blindado
Feliz em Paris
Cachaça do lado só teyle, teyle
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Conheço nessa nigga
Que alisa minha pussy
O menino malandro
Estudado é gostoso
O boneco bem liso
Teu dick é tão lindo
Parece meu vaso
O menino é malandro
Minha pussy tá linda
A navalha é blindada
Controla essa dica
Segura teu drama
Na cama quem manda é tua dama
Angolana brazuca
Se liga na tua
Essa keta tá linda
Angolana brazuca
Mistura kizomba
Com rap é Do funk
O arrocha kuduro
Rebola a tranquila
Na taça o bandido me abraça
A Bruxa queimada
Ardente bonita bem rica
Fiquei mais bonita obrigada
Nessa sociedade
Bandida temida
Perigosa
Massacraram minhas tias
E as famílias perderam seu mantra
Venderam calcinhas
Bebendo cachaça
Aniquilaram
Não toca no meu bumbum
Não toca no meu batom
Não toca no meu zi zi
Zirigui Dum
Não toca no meu bumbum
Não toca no meu batom
Não toca no meu zi zi
Zirigui Dum
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram
Aniquilaram
Aniquilaram
EN:
Cold Jas, Sangue Bom
Connection Paris, Brasil, Angola
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look that)
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look the)
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look tha)
In Friday's drama
The sexist observes
The light is red
My Nigga is blind
Your small mind
I dream about dola's beg
Luivi on the sole
My gold on the collar
The bitch next door only drinks
My armored chest
Happy in Paris
Cachaça on the side so teyle, teyle
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
I know this nigga
Who strokes my pussy
The naughty boy
Studied is tasty
The very smooth doll
Your dick is so beautiful
It looks like my vase
The boy is naughty
My pussy is beautiful
The razor is armoured
Check this tip
Hold your drama
In bed, your lady is in charge
Brazilian Angolan
Connect to your
This girl is beautiful
Brazilian Angolan
Mix kizomba
With rap and funk
To arrocha kuduro
Rolls the tranquility
In the cup the bandit hugs me
The burnt witch
Fiery, beautiful, very rich
I became more beautiful, thank you
In this society
Criminal, feared
Dangerous
They massacred my aunts
And families lost their mantra
They sold panties
Drinking cachaça
They annihilated
Don't touch the bumbum
Don't touch my lipstick
Don't touch my zi zi
Zirigui Dum
Don't touch the bumbum
Don't touch my baton
Don't touch my zi zi
Zirigui Dum
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
Parole ... Clean version. Swagger, rhythmic & determined baile funk Carioca sung ...Clean version. Swagger, rhythmic & determined baile funk Carioca sung in Brazilian Portuguese. A strong criticism of sexism. Female rapper, female backing vocals, male ad libs, synth, brass, fx, Latin, Brazilian & electronic percussion.
BR:
Cold Jas, Sangue Bom
Connection Paris, Brasil, Angola
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look that)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
Com muita vivência
Toca a recolha com a gangue de sempre
Batendo Tamboré com a bunda de sempre
Bato de frente com nota de 100 (look the)
No drama de sexta
O machista observa
O sinal ta vermelho
Ma Nigga tá cego
Tua mente pequena
Sonho com a beg de dola
A luivi na sola
Meu ouro na gola
A ____ do lado só bebe
Meu peito blindado
Feliz em Paris
Cachaça do lado só teyle, teyle
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Conheço nessa nigga
Que alisa minha ____
O menino malandro
Estudado é gostoso
O ____ bem liso
Teu ____ é tão lindo
Parece meu vaso
O menino é malandro
Minha ____ tá linda
A navalha é blindada
Controla essa dica
Segura teu drama
Na cama quem manda é tua dama
Angolana brazuca
Se liga na tua
Essa ____ tá linda
Angolana brazuca
Mistura kizomba
Com rap é Do funk
O arrocha ____
Rebola a tranquila
Na taça o bandido me abraça
A Bruxa queimada
Ardente bonita bem rica
Fiquei mais bonita obrigada
Nessa sociedade
Bandida temida
Perigosa
Massacraram minhas tias
E as famílias perderam seu mantra
Venderam calcinhas
Bebendo cachaça
Aniquilaram
Não toca no bumbum
Não toca no meu batom
Não toca no meu ____
Zirigui Dum
Não toca no bumbum
Não toca no meu batom
Não toca no meu ____
Zirigui Dum
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram, aniquilaram
Anilaram um sonho bom
Aniquilaram
Aniquilaram
Aniquilaram
EN:
Cold Jas, Sangue Bom
Connection Paris, Brasil, Angola
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look that)
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look the)
With a lot of experience
Pick up with the usual gang
Hitting Tamboré with the usual ass
I face a 100 note (look tha)
In Friday's drama
The sexist observes
The light is red
Ma Nigga is blind
Your small mind
I dream about dola's beg
Luivi on the sole
My gold on the collar
The ____ next door only drinks
My armored chest
Happy in Paris
Cachaça on the side so teyle, teyle
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
I know this nigga
Who strokes my ____
The naughty boy
Studied is tasty
The very smooth ____
Your ____ is so beautiful
It looks like my vase
The boy is naughty
My ____ is beautiful
The razor is armoured
Check this tip
Hold your drama
In bed, your lady is in charge
Brazilian Angolan
Connect to your
This ____ is beautiful
Brazilian Angolan
Mix kizomba
With rap and funk
To arrocha ____
Rolls the tranquility
In the cup the bandit hugs me
The burnt witch
Fiery, beautiful, very rich
I became more beautiful, thank you
In this society
Criminal, feared
Dangerous
They massacred my aunts
And families lost their mantra
They sold panties
Drinking cachaça
They annihilated
Don't touch the bumbum
Don't touch my lipstick
Don't touch my ____
Zirigui Dum
Don't touch the bumbum
Don't touch my baton
Don't touch my ____
Zirigui Dum
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
They annihilated, they annihilated
They annihilated a good dream
