Parole ... Melancholic yet determined & optimistic chicano rap with boom bap & ...Melancholic yet determined & optimistic chicano rap with boom bap & trap influences sung in Spanglish. We're unstoppable. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, female synth onomatopoeic lament, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, snap, Latin & electronic percussion.
ES:
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
De la noche a la mañana trabajando es que se vive
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
En mis venas va corriendo toda el agua del caribe
Me pongo la 10 on my way to work
Mamá is calling me mijo la bendición
Prepárese bien, póngase el cinturón
Si se pone difícil meta el corazón
Aunque a veces sienta que no puedo
Y pase mil noches en vigilia
Nunca jamás retrocedo
Lo hago siempre con insignia
Aunque me duela no me importa un bledo
Lucho por los que amo y mi familia es mi credo
Miramos a todos lados antes de cruzar los ríos
Miramos hacia el futuro el resto quedó en olvido
Miramos hacia a los cielos aunque éste no sea el mío
Miramos hacia adelante
Living working while I'm dreaming out of here
Keep it forward towards to leave the streets
Always worried of one day I'll be defeat
But I'm not giving up so you better take a seat
Esta cañon estos días pa' poder salir de abajo
Ándale sígame no andes cabizbajo
No me importa donde sea, en donde quiera no me rajo
Porque yo lograré que rapear sea mi trabajo
I'll always be the best
Ando rapeando like beast
In this league you're a guest
In the game you're the least
No manches me siento elevado
Siempre lo había buscado
Poder clamar mis poemas
Y ser el mas escuchado
Ver a mamá en la madrugada cocinando la comida
A papá preparando su salida
Pa' salirle al trabajo
Siempre rápido, sin tomar atajos
Pa' que sus hijos
Nunca lleguen a pasar trabajo
Recuerdos llorando en la esquina de mi litera
Se acostaban sin cenar para que yo comiera
Cantaré hasta lograrlo, buscaré la manera
Yo sé que lo lograré por que es que
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
De la noche a la mañana trabajando es que se vive
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
En mis venas va corriendo toda el agua del caribe
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
De la noche a la mañana trabajando es que se vive
Somos indetenibles
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
En mis venas va corriendo toda el agua del caribe
EN:
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
From night to morning, it's working that we live
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
In my veins flows all the water of the Caribbean
I put on the 10 on my way to work
Mom is calling me, son, receive the blessing
Prepare yourself well, put on your belt
If it gets tough, put your heart in it
Even though sometimes I feel like I can't
And spend a thousand nights awake
Never ever do I step back
I always do it with pride
Even if it hurts, I don't give a damn
I fight for the ones I love, and my family is my creed
We look both ways before crossing the rivers
We look towards the future, the rest is forgotten
We look towards the skies even if it's not ours
We look forward
Living working while I'm dreaming out of here
Keep moving forward towards leaving the streets
Always worried that one day I'll be defeated
But I'm not giving up, so you better take a seat
These days are tough to get out of the bottom
Come on, follow me, don't walk with your head down
I don't care where, I won't give up anywhere
Because I will make rapping my job
I'll always be the best
Rapping like a beast
In this league, you're a guest
In the game, you're the least
No way, I feel elevated
I've always sought it
To be able to proclaim my poems
And be the most listened to
Seeing mom in the early morning cooking food
Dad getting ready to leave
To go to work
Always quickly, without taking shortcuts
So that their children
Never have to struggle
Memories crying in the corner of my bunk bed
They went to bed without dinner so that I could eat
I'll sing until I achieve it, I'll find a way
I know I'll make it because
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
From night to morning, it's working that we live
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
In my veins flows all the water of the Caribbean
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
From night to morning, it's working that we live
We are unstoppable
We won't stop
We won't stop
We won't stop
In my veins flows all the water of the Caribbean
Parole ... Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in ...Swagger, groovy & catchy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We're the best, yet we're stigmatised as a menace. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion. Break @ 1'38.
ES:
Cruising down the street con mi low rider
Los compas en la esquina chambeando se la cargan
Like Misterio un one-eighty con capucha
Por que tal vez en la próxima vuelta se reviente una lucha
Prepara los guantes mijo
You dont know where I came from
Viviendo en el downtown desde que yo recuerdo
Donde nadie duerme y el trabajo es eterno
Pero con una sonrisa siempre lleno de sueños
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Ando con la clicka escuchando hip-hop
Traficando rimas soy el mejor en la pista
Rapero mejor que yo tal vez no exista
Con una sola palabra yo los borro de la lista
Leveling the game its tremendous my flow incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artist that are horrible
At the expenses of everyone else
Mejor trabaja
Factura en el hood
O mejor vete pa' tu casa
Que pasa?
Levanten las manos arriba toa' la raza
Fabricamos cohetes que no existen en la Nasa
Volamos hasta aviones, construimos las casas
Y aun así nos consideran toda una amenaza
Se nos alteró la situa
Pasando por Tijua
Me ven en una troca nueva y siempre me averiguan
Hoy es día de muertos así que a brindar
Por los que se fueron y no están pa' que nos rinda
Cabalgando mas allá del sol
Donde la luna se esconde
Mira a tu alrededor
Cruzamos la frontera
Por un futuro mejor
Así que prepárense
Que llegó lo mas chingón
En este distrito somos los más chingones
Puño arriba que aquí somos los mejores
Mi gente viene de todas las direcciones
Y de sol a sol le ponemos los corazones
Súbete al rooftop si tienes los cojones
Living to the limit, en casa tenemos razones
Pa' luchar 100 veces y hacer mil canciones
Que no falte nada y el dinero por montones
Somos los más chingones
EN:
Cruising down the street with my low rider
The homies on the corner putting in the heavy work
Like Misterio, a one-eighty with a hoodie
Because maybe in the next turn a fight might break out
Get your gloves ready, kid
You don't know where I came from
Living downtown since I can remember
Where nobody sleeps and work is endless
But with a smile always full of dreams
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
I'm rolling with the crew listening to hip-hop
Trafficking rhymes, I'm the best on the dance floor
Maybe a rapper better than me doesn't exist
With just one word, I erase them from the list
Leveling the game, my flow is incredible
Climbing to the top to chop those artists that are horrible
At the expense of everyone else
You better work
Get billing in the hood
Or better go back home
What's up?
Raise your hands up, everyone
We manufacture rockets that don't exist at NASA
We fly their planes, we build their houses
And yet they consider us a full threat
The situation got tense
Passing through Tijuana
They see me in a new truck and always inquire about me
Today is the Day of the Dead, so let's toast
For those who are gone and are not here, so that it serves us
Riding beyond the sun
Where the moon hides
Look around you
We cross the border
For a better future
So get ready
Because the toughest have arrived
In this district, we're the toughest
Fist up because here we're the best
My people come from all directions
And from sunrise to sunset, we put our hearts into it
Get on the rooftop if you have the guts
Living to the limit, at home we have reasons
To fight a hundred times and make a thousand songs
May nothing be lacking and have money in abundance
Parole ... Punchy, attitude & bold chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in ...Punchy, attitude & bold chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. We stand united defending what's ours. Male rapper, male backing vocals, brass ensemble, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.
ES:
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
Riding on the bike con los vatos en la acera
4 pretty girls manejando un panamera
Los primos try the rizz on the chicks
Quien pudiera
Pero como Sammy Sosa los batearon para afuera
Hacemos lo quiera pero con lo que se pueda
Vida sin complicaciones esa es nuestra manera
Sonreímos siempre donde quiera y como quiera
La familia y los amigos esa es nuestra bandera
I'm feeling like im flying
Rhyming at my desire
Por mi barrio siempre fighting
Rápido como lightning
In the streets im surviving
While I'm rapping
About rising
I'm the best no pretend I'm on fire
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
Siempre ponemos el corazón
Unidos no importa la situación
Aunque se caiga el mundo y creamos que no hay razón
Estaremos siempre al frente defendiendo
Nuestro honor
Ando con mi clicka making plans
The radio is exploding and the DJ play my tracks
Maybe one day we are making racks
Pero ahora no me importa todo lo hago por mis fans
My mama told me one day
Mijo se que triunfarás
Se que triunfarás
Se que triunfarás
Theres no chance to me
To pick the wrong way
Theres no chance to me
To pick the wrong way
Pues ando chambeando por mi family all day
All day, all day
Mi camino es el rap
Everybody get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We are blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
Mis hermanos quemando dentro e' la traila
Keeping it up
Mis compas y mis hommies no fallan
Always ready pa' la batalla
Full energy on the mic try it out
No te alcanza
Con el flow de mi barrio no hay tranza
EN:
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
Riding on the bike with the guys on the sidewalk
Four pretty girls driving a Panamera
The cousins try the rizz on the chicks
Who could
But like Sammy Sosa, they batted them out
We do what we want but with what we can
Life without complications, that's our way
We smile always, wherever and however
Family and friends, that's our flag
I'm feeling like I'm flying
Rhyming at my desire
For my neighborhood, always fighting
Fast like lightning
In the streets, I'm surviving
While I'm rapping
About rising
I'm the best, no pretending, I'm on fire
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
We always put our heart
United no matter the situation
Even if the world falls apart and we think there's no sense
We'll always be at the forefront defending
Our honor
I'm with my clique making plans
The radio is exploding and the DJ plays my tracks
Maybe one day we're making racks
But now I don't care, I do everything for my fans
My mama told me one day
Son, I know you'll succeed
I know you'll succeed
I know you'll succeed
There's no chance for me
To pick the wrong way
There's no chance for me
To pick the wrong way
Because I'm working for my family all day
All day, all day
My path is rap
Everybody, get low
We got the sauce
From the east to the west
We're blasting on the coast
Drifting the impala low rider
My brothers burning it inside the trailer
Keeping it up
My buddies and my homies never fail
Always ready for battle
Full energy on the mic, try it out
You don't have enough
With the flow of my neighborhood, there's no trouble
Parole ... French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with ...French rap / boom bap. Urban, determined & catchy. Rapper with sampler & rhythm.
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
J'ai vu des phrasés qui s'décalent, des rires, des rides, des vies qui partentPuis des jeunes gazés qui s'débattent, qu'esquivent devant des flics qui parlentLa weed c'est médical, ici l'chagrin est délicatJ'ai la rage contre personne, puisque chacun est critiquableY'a des clochards qui te pé-pom, qui s'font démonter pour 10 ballesDes cons, des bons, des condés sombres et j'ai pas les fonds pour ti-parEsquinté des wagons, des gares, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsChez nous les braves gens s'tapent, mettent les bails dans l'sacAucun marchand d'sable, ouai les vaillants l'saventFaut pas s'en vanter, les enfants baventLe rap tue la jeunesse car les temps sont gravesCombien en font un fond d'commerce en s'pensant bravesA cause de toi saches que des gosses meurent en s'tranchant l'brasLes tours s'encrassent et les gens s'en tapentLes passant passent ça n'les enchante pasMoi j'ai la gueule pour leur emploi, mais pas le cœur qui va avecIci on fume, on tise, on bois, les jeunes s'consument pour faire la fêteLes journalistes j'leur mets des doigts et j'leur souhaite qu'une perquis' les pèteLa politique, la coke, des boites, pendant qu'ils interdisent les pét'Ça fait longtemps qu'ils nous la mettent, ces cons dépensé par les GrecsLes médias flambent ouais quand c'est dead, l'argent dépensé par les dettesIls bougent les vents, marées et mers, ils ont menti, ok c'est netCar on est gouverné en clair, pour du factice par des fennecs
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Dis leur qu'on patine dans la semoule, qu'on s'en bas les couilles des urnesQu'on galère à faire des sous, mais frère, les trois quart sont déçusLes gens marchent et baissent la tête, mais tu sais la vie m'enseigneCe mode de vie nous reflète qu'ici on oublie l'essentielL'état n'est pas facile, c'est pas l'asile c'est l'carnageEn cas j'insiste, c'est pas d'la zik' c'est du partageJ'rap pour les gens qu'ont pas d'cash, la veine est palpableMoi j'suis pas l'pape, c'est pour les coeurs sans pare-balleMalaise palpable et climat d'peur, c'est pour voir les barbares, les tar-baNous des revendicateursIl faudrait qu'on s'rassemble, qu'on s'prête et qu'on s'batteL'état rouspète, faut que tout pète et qu'on s'barre
Ouais le passant passeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes garsMelan Omerta, ouais j'chante et j't'emmerdeEsquinté des wagons, des gardes, dégâts d'mes bombes avec des graf'Écarter les matons mécra, toucher d'la gonz' avec mes gars
On fait parti de ceux qui s'rassemblent pasAucun track sans blaseAjoute un accent grave, par ici ça sent l'gazLa basse s'embrase, chut, l'agent t'palpeReste discret, la loyauté ne s'marchande pasJ'la sens glacée en y passant l'brasIci y'a trop d'gens blasés, oui en s'lassant de boireRageant du passé j'vois des gars sans foiQui jalousent les tracés, qui parlent sans voir
Parole ... Hip-hop. Male vocal. Detroit style. BPM 98.
Everybody Wants
Lyrics by Mattic Madwreck, F.P. & Beat by Oogo
(chorus) La la la Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala La la la la
(Mattic's Part)
I want her in the worst way but first let me talk about her Describe the madam, cause it hit me like what's happen Walking in Le Havre She's the one I Got to have Juggling with my words Hoping that my poking cause a stabbing
Her frame, jabbing to my face open the case and see the best imprint of star elegance Relax, let me tell you something bout yourself Pass over like a passport the password is wealth.
Rich a man would be if he seen you on the regular Up inside his head, got my thoughts perpendicular Endless to your beauty cause the eyes will never lie That's a quote from the Wreckester Your shine can't hide.
(chorus)
Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song Girl you got me singing all night long Girl you got me sanging this same song
La la la That's what I want Lalalalalala La la la Lalalalalala That's what I want La la la la Get nasty with it
Parole ... Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung ...Energetic, lively & groovy chicano rap with boom bap influences sung in Spanglish. Sometimes life can feel lonely, cause you have to work hard to make it happen. Male rapper, male backing vocals, male adlibs, vinyl scratch fx, brass ensembe, Spanish guitar, synth, Latin & electronic percussion.
ES:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
La neta stop
No le juegues al vergas
Que yo no soy la cops
Yo si saltaré la cerca
Hold your breath mijo
Or they gonna find us
Corre hasta al amanecer
Esconde lo que traigo
Make the call to the primos
They know how to do
Solo sigue corriendo
Esa es la actitud
Corazón de león
Carrera de campeón
Una sola razón
Lograr salir del callejón
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If a start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
On the cops
No te fies de él
Solo es un pinche mamón
Trust your own hands son
Pa' que salgas adelante
Hasta en la peor situación
Juh, prende la lección
Recuerda que el diamante
También nació del carbón
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work to hard for make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants go
If I step in it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
Y empezó el descontrol
Escaping from the roof
If you fall you're gonna lose
A run into the car
Start the engine fool
Eeeeergh
Encendimos el low rider
Ahora ando con mis compas
Y no creo que me alcancen
Venimos desde abajo
Y no creo que nos alcancen
Never gonna lose
One, two, three, four!
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Las manos arriba
Que esto empiece otra vez
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
EN:
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
1 2 3 on the street
Start the game
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Hands up
Let this start again
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
Living it up
Living it up
Woh check it yo
Check it yeah
Check it
Check that
C'mon try to follow my pace
For real, stop
Don't play tough
I'm not the cops
I'll jump the fence
Hold your breath, son
Or they'll find us
Run until dawn
Hide what you carry
Make the call to the cousins
They know what to do
Just keep running
That's the attitude
Lionheart
Champion's race
One reason only
To try and get out of the alley
Everything for my mama
Everything I can
If I start again
Again, again
Often you don't make allies
With the cops
Don't trust him
He's just a damn jerk
Trust your own hands, son
To get ahead
Even in the worst situation
Huh, learn the lesson
Remember that the diamond
Also comes from coal
Sometimes life feels lonely
Cause
You have to work too hard to make the honey
Bro
Yeah
Feel the flow
The party is starting
And nobody wants to go
If I step in, it's gonna be a show
But blast the sirens
And the chaos begins
Escaping from the roof
If you fall, you're gonna lose
Run to the car
Start the engine, fool
Eeeeergh
We ignited the low rider
Now I'm with my buddies
And I don't think they'll catch me
We come from the bottom
And I don't think they'll catch us
Never gonna lose
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 ... Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the ...Explicit language. Old School East-Coast Hip-Hop. In the style of the 90's. Male vocal. BPM 87.
CHECK 1-2 Lyrics by Mattic Beat by Mr.Gib
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady
(2nd Verse) I never seen nobody like you Your the one that I choose from your, head to your toes from your cap to your shoes, I figure…
With a woman like this I can't lose Two's for most men set with rules. The do's and don't Have not's I been shot, by a angel with a cannon how'd the phantom get caught?
Like handcuffs on the waist of a cop I'm i arrested? Cause good women are hard to find lucky me has invested like money in Wahcovia Love Being all over ya.
You can't tell is the mission failed? Pitching pennies to the bottom of wells till I excel Let's get up on a cruise boat floating without a sail. So that me and you can gel in heaven and hell swell.
You hit it on the nail and your body got cherry smell. She loving my clientele Queen we rock well and straighten up the frame like muscles on Mele Mel.
I'm not a MC who talking all that junk about who can beat who sound like ah punk I just get down and I go for mines and say check one two and walk down the line It's so much baby yea give it sometime and say check one two and walk the thin line My lady loving me true to mankind and say check one two, she more then a dime say what? She more then a dime Say what? She more then a dime
(Chorus) Check one two And walk down the line (Repeat) Check one two There is a thin line (Repeat)
I been in my car driving miles ad miles Thinking bout your eyes and the way your face smiles
Yo I been in my house walking room to room night to afternoon and this is what i consume Your sweet perfume, sit under a full moon, Feeling beams catching photograph views of every seen. A dream, it seems that's what i walked into Self denial is destructive when alone with you.
Seize every opportunity, I check one two I don't worry about no dudes really fucking with you. If I was working at the club you would not pay, but we to old for that i got something to say. I take it back like Dilla, my whole being is cool So look at me and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you (what) Look at me, and look at you
(Chorus) It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady This is for my lady See this is what made me This is for my baby This for my baby
It's like Im going crazy This is for my lady Come here baby
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. Old School Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 91.
False Kats
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka
(chorus) False Kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
Coming some where in this world were most kats can not see The maker of the music playing on your cd The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy While walking off the stage I know some kats that ain't liking me.
Calling out my name with that false in they game bullshitting with the talk posing vibes like lames Dames, they acting like they bleeding and they like it that way. It ain't no disrespect I just know what I say.
Come on dog before I put heat on you like Hubie rays We man about this shit why you acting all gay ? Most people they can hear me from the south to the bay. You just started your beats step the fuck out my way.
What moves are you really making ? None at all false kats making music and it sounds appal. So fuck y'all
I could talking bout you man. Your style stinks from your beats and lyrics and, we slap five, but top gate you not my man's Your epidemic smaller then a grain of sand. It's like trying cook rocks in frying pans with no kick up in your product I can't feel it and…
You big sissy, in this game you have no history So fall ….. Back ! All I see is false kats B All I see is false kats B All I see is those false kats standing in my face.
(chorus) You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
You False What's up homie ? Really glad to see, you don't get out much how's that music shit treating you ? What you drinking on ? Need a smoke ? I'm with ya, once you least expect I'm that dude that's going to get you
False kats The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy The trees and the leaves mix with pride and envy
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. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in ...Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in Spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Parole ... Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in ...Explicit language. Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm, sung in Spanish & with a spanglish flow. Latin percussions, flûte & scratch & synth.
Negrita ve.No me esperes en la casa, que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve
Make me introduce pan the beat, You don now how ́s this, Pana black from the hill,San Andres mc, We got all the caleñas crazy, And the paisas wetting, Bogotanas giving away them pussy,
We no diling with non batty man her, Yous bring the whiskey, Make we drying the hold day, And we light up the roof with faller,
Hans up hilla, More more falla.
Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum...
Fake boobs,Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs Fake blond, Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Four o'clock in the morning, Everyone going, Me and my nagger,
Still want some funny ́s, Some une en la pista se, Vamo a seguirla,
My nagger se donde,Straight to my crib now... Ladies in the club se emborrachan, Muestran la tatas, My homes in the Cana, Smoking cigarrillo sin filtro en el balcón, This is the night bitches and rum... Hasta q salga el sol no me muevo,Por q la quiero seguir pasando bueno (bis)
Fake boobs, Fake blonds, Fake ass,
This is what I see every night in a the dance. Fake boobs, Fake blonds,Fake ass,
Sr ortegon that what you like. (bis)Lising up
Negrita ve, No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis) Ah ah ah bitches and rum... Aa a ah bitches and rum... That what you like... Ah ah ah... Negrita ve,No me esperes en la casa, Que yo te caigo mas luego pa ve (bis)
Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm. Latin percussions, flute & ...Latino hip hop over a cuban Son rhythm. Latin percussions, flute & scratch & synth.
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 ... French rap, hip-hop. Nervous, violent & percussive. Male rapper, ...French rap, hip-hop. Nervous, violent & percussive. Male rapper, synth & rhythm. Ideal for team sports, street culture & city stories. Lyrics about adversity & force.
Choc les, ouais, voilà ce qu'ils me disent. Je les entends parler et ils médissent. J'arrive seulement pour rafler la mise, Petit à petit, sur la piste.
Et le succès, je l'ai pisté, Vise seulement la place du premier. Je fais monter la cote, La cote et, La cote et.
Sur moi, tu mises gros, Tu connais déjà l'équipe. Ça criera au complot, Je prends le double, on est quittes.
Et j'fais la magie des chiffres, La somme je la triple. La concurrence, je la dribble, Et le stade est en délire.
Choqué, J’arrive pour tous les choquer, Toute la foule est choquée, J’espère que tu es accroché, Accroché.
Gauche, droite, esquive tous les rageux, Coach m'a rajouté du temps de jeu. Dans l'action, ouais, je me sens en feu, Je suis on fire, fire. J'fais la différence au compteur, Money time, ça tire sur le buzzer. Switch ! Je suis on fire, on fire. Switch ! Je suis on fire, fire.
J'fais la magie des chiffres, La somme je la triple. La concurrence, je la dribble, Et le stade est en délire. Choqué, choqué, J’arrive pour tous les choquer. Toute la foule est choquée, J’espère que tu es accroché, Accroché.
EN Shock them,Yeah, shock them,Shock them,Yeah, shock them, shock them. Shocking them, yeah, that's what they tell me.I hear them talking and gossiping.I'm only here to clean up,Little by little, on the track. And success, I've been tracking it,Aim only for first place.I'm raising the odds,The odds, and,The odds and. You're betting big on me,You already know the team.They'll cry conspiracy,I take the double, we're even.And I work magic with numbers,I triple the sum.I dribble the competition,And the stadium goes wild. Shocked,I'm here to shock them all,The whole crowd is shocked,I hope you're hanging on,Hanging on. Left, right, dodge all the haters,Coach added more playing time for me.In the action, yeah, I feel on fire,I'm on fire, fire.I make a difference on the scoreboard,Money time, it shoots on the buzzer.Switch!I'm on fire, on fire.Switch!I'm on fire, fire. I work magic with numbers,I triple the sum.I dribble the competition,And the stadium goes wild.Shocked, shocked,I'm here to shock them all.The whole crowd is shocked,I hope you're hanging on,Hanging on.
Parole ... Hip hop / rap. Explosive intro. Combative, anthemic, fiery & ...Hip hop / rap. Explosive intro. Combative, anthemic, fiery & motivational. Hip hop song about competition, inner strength & team spirit. Male rapping, bright synth brass stabs, claps & tubular bells. Suggested for team sports, highlights & fighting sports.
Dangerous
Daily departed We came and we started
Armed and I’m dangerous I can’t be guarded
Foul on the play foul and you pay
I cannot be carded
Just aim for the target
Bow bow bow
Chasing the title we Jones
The circle got smaller we came for the victory I
Eyes on the prize
We running low out of time
My watch on a killing spree
Gotta make sure it gets me
We got a chance to make history
Roasting my competition
Just go fishing and get you a boat
We the best ain’t no need for a vote
I walk on the field I help the team get a lead
What you need 6 or we shooting for 3
Showtime yeah I’m ready to speak
More time, I’m ready to be
Goal line, I’m ready to free spree
The lights are on it’s time to perform
You hear that I’m ready
Just listen to the horns
Daily departed We came and we started
Armed and I’m dangerous I can’t be guarded
Foul on the play foul and you pay
Parole ... Hip hop / rap. Hip hop song about commitment & overcoming adversity. ...Hip hop / rap. Hip hop song about commitment & overcoming adversity. Forceful, militant & massive in a winning spirit. Male rapping, heavy beat & agressive synth hook. Suggested for football, basketball, video games & all the team sports.
Blow Out Blow Out, Blow Out, Blow Out, You know what time is, blow out, When you hear the bells ring, blowout, I don’t need nobody’s help, I just crawled back from hell I make the crowd go loco, Scream like the voices up in my head, Blow up, show out, I put the city on time out, Come and see, just what the talk about, Walk on the court, if I step in it’s my house, I’m ready to go when it’s game time, They ready to fold, at the same time, Ran thru the field with the land mines, You think I’m scared to go take mines Know what it takes, for standing ovation, never lose patience, I gotta chase it, All in my bag, yeah that’s the basics, they gotta frown, they need a facelift, You know what time is, blow out, When you hear the bells ring, blow out, When you see the touchdown, blow out, When you see the dogs out, blow out, Blow out, blowout, blow out, blow out, etc. Ain’t no pity anymore, Give me the ball ima double the score, Give the city what they want, Me and the squad we still one of one, Been climbing, on incline, Ima a bit dirty, but I still shine, They broke down, For the tenth time, but I ain’t got mercy, on this side, Thank god, for the long ride, for the hard time, brought the dog out, South side to the north side, Nation wide, they get blown out, When we out it’s a dark time, quite a hard time, for the other side, stand down when we going up, blow out You know what time is, blow out, When you hear the bells ring, blow out, When you see the touchdown, blowout, When you see the dogs out, blow out, Blow out, blow out, blow out, etc.
Instrumental hip hop. Forceful & massive with attitude. Tense beat & ...Instrumental hip hop. Forceful & massive with attitude. Tense beat & agressive synth hook. Suggested for sport report, team sports & fight sports.
Parole ... Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Male & female singer, electronic rhythm, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Subete baila como me gustaBajalo baile como me gusta (la noche es para bailar)x4 Rompe, mami wana dance so i hit her with the choke, ask if i want chance for romance i sayokay, ask me if the party gon stop and i said no way, no way, olay en la fiesta, we can do what eva que mi casa es sucasa, shake it fa me baby que menea a tu chapa, chapa menea tu chapa paestamos cocinando con la grasa hook Papi, i know that you likin what i'm doin how youwatch me, revin up el moto and i shake it like its high speed, y hace frio when you sip it como iceespeed it up slow it down, nicely wepa, wepa, yo ando loca en the fiestaestamos cruzando la jeepeta, petaand when i hit em with the choke choketo la gente rompa (Mix break) Hook
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit sung in Spanglish. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. ...Reggaeton, mambo, hip hop & salsa choke fusion in a Nuyorican spirit. Electronic rhythm, piano, latin percussion, trombone & synth.
Parole ... Romantic, smooth & sensual chill trap sung in Spanglish. Nobody like ...Romantic, smooth & sensual chill trap sung in Spanglish. Nobody like you. Male rap singer, male backing vocals, synth, sampling & electronic percussion.
ES:
Yes, solo quería decirte que ... no hay nadie como tu, you know?
Perfecta
Con tus virtudes y defectos
Causas ese efecto en mi
Completa
Es que me haces feliz
You are the only girl I want for me
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
Eres como un helado
Con crema batida y fresa
A mi solo me importas tu,
Las demás no me interesan mami
Yo se que te vendes caro
Yo de ti no me separo
Hay muchas chicas en el mundo
Pero por ti, yo no les paro
You know, she's the only true girl
I could never lie to her
Yo haría lo que sea
Cuando sea
Por esa mujer
You are limited edition
You have no competition
You are the closest things
I have to a religion
Tus amigas se la pasan criticándote
Porque todo lo que tu tienes, no van a tener
Mami, tu eres única en tu clase
Mami, tu eres única y yo lo se
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
No hay nadie como tu
No hay nadie como tu
No hay nadie, nadie como tu
No hay nadie como tu
No hay nadie como tu
No hay nadie, nadie como tu
Tus amigas se la pasan criticándote
Mami, tu eres única en tu clase
Mami, tu eres única y yo lo se
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
EN:
Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that... there's nobody like you, you know?
Perfect
With your virtues and flaws
You have that effect on me
Complete
It's that you make me happy
You're the only girl I want for me
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
You're like ice cream
With fresh whipped cream
I only care about you
I don't care about the others mami
I know that you sell yourself high
I won't separate from you
There are many girls in the world
But for you, I don't care about them
You know, she's the only true girl
I could never lie to her
I'd do anything
Anytime
For that woman
You are limited edition
You have no competition
You are the closest things
I have to a religion
Your friends keep criticising you
Because everything you've got, they won't have
Mami, you're the only one in your class
Mami, you're one of a kind and I know it
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
There's no one like you
There's no one like you
There's no one, no one like you
There's no one like you
There's no one like you
There's no one, no one like you
Your friends keep criticising you
Mami, you're the only one in your class
Mami, you're one of a kind and I know it
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, no, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you
Nobody like you, nobody like you baby
Parole ... Strong, stimulating & energetic hip hop trailer track with male ...Strong, stimulating & energetic hip hop trailer track with male rapper. Motivational lyrics. Hybrid percussion with trap beat & trailer FX. Build-up @ 0'58 in a powerful mood. Climax @ 1'36. Tense finale. Suggested for action sport & entertainment.
Major league, Where you gotta pay to see,
I’ll give em memories, everybody worship me,
100 degrees the closer you get to the peak,
We on a winning streak,
game time, follow me,
We don’t check the rules no we break em,
Can't be stopped no limitation,
One too many times they tried to bait me,
I turned it around and made the A-team,
All of this power, came from the pain,
I Put in twice the work, but I never complained,
I Hit em where it hurts, cuz I know what It takes,
And if you, scared of the flame,
Dont speak my name in no vein,
This the A-team, best in the game,
Either you Fall in line, or you get rearranged,
We break rules and records, all the same,
We paving the way strongly for all the greats,
Listen to no critics yeah we shut em out,
We got pain and fatigue but never sitting out,
We Going up, touching on the ceiling now,
They can’t bring us down,
Never gon bring us down,
Shoutout to the ones, who always stuck around,
When you put in work, luck is always back around,
This the A-team, put on the whole town, making history, when we go down,
Major league, Where you gotta pay to see,
I’ll give em memories, everybody worship me,
100 degrees the closer you get to the peak,
We on a winning streak,
game time, follow me,
Parole ... Swagger hip-hop, rap with a rock touch. Powerful, determined & proud. ...Swagger hip-hop, rap with a rock touch. Powerful, determined & proud. Electric guitar, male rapper & rhythm. Suggested for team sports.
King
Yeah, I’m a king Yeah, I’m a king
I got the whole land on my shoulder
It’s my time and the wait is over
Feel the weight of the fate greats but you cannot relate
Cause it can’t be molded
Can you carry the praise the shame the love and the hate
When days gets get colder
I been conquering every kinda thing
So you might wanna join this side of things
So all raise for the most High YESSIR
Got the gold of the crown up YESSIR
I’m the king of the town
When the swords get waived then the trumpet sounds up YESSIR
Made it off the ground, cant never let up
They hold me down, kings always get up
High on my horse I’m ahead of the league
Cocky I’m never I’m better then the
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
My crown don’t sway, King, Don’t be testing my faith, You Guessed right I’m him, I got a lot of power in my hands, Move the pawns make em dance, Gather troops in advance, I Gotta tools to make damage, Don’t make me change my stance, Can’t break down my Fortress, Couldn’t break in my focus, Pound for pound I’m gorgeous, Running the town, like Forrest, Hail to the king, All take a kneel, Heavens could sing,
The devil ain’t real, I did it for us, Took care of the bill, Paying my dues, Until I’m concealed
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Treat me like a king I been your majesty
Why my opposition always mad at me
Go get you a crown if you as bad at me
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh)
I’m a king, king, king (oh-oh,oh-oh, oh-oh
