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Quarashi Album



2002
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Until there was you we didn't know what to do
but I don't give a fuck about the things that I blew.
Sucker mc don't you love me,
wanna have me, wanna que me, one two three.
It's just a modest proposal from a boy anti-social,
scraping the skin of our culture, civilized vulture.
Do me in, don't make me sin,
I'm doing so good I can't go through it again.

I bomb the mic like a fascist, Mussolini
comin' through with no remorse, from the dark you won't see me.
Rise up from the sea like a godzilla
straight up through your mind with my armour plated drilla.
I don't give a fuck what you think about this shit, ain't
in it for the money never out to make a hit.
If you can't take it like I said get a grip
'cause I'm here to fucking stay like the warts on your dick.

Stick 'em up.

So won't you make a man out of me,
I've gotta be, connected computerized son of a bitch,
makes me itch, sucker for life.
I can't decide darkness or light or just a heavenly fright.
Stick it, I'm tired I'm bored,
I'm trying so hard and I can't be adored.
So the sound brakes through from one tone,
gives me no choice I can't be alone.

Stick 'em up.

Like Darth Vader I surprise you with my skills.
I knock your ol' ass out like a bag of sleeping pills.
I got to rip things up like my name was Jack the Ripper.
There's a party at your house cause your mama is a stripper.
Slice through the scene like a knife through peanut butter.
Get your ears cleaned out motherfucker I didn't stutter.
S. W. A. R. E. Z! I got this whole thing right down to a T.

Stick 'em up.

. . .


Now it's your type of mad Jinx, the mad sucker with a tail.
I've got my life worked up it ain't as cheap as one thinks.
I've got links on it, the same internet porn,
Ain't as deep as I've been now I've got Justin in my corner.
I keep up but they don't want me back in
You know my love is so big
I think my head is crackin', smackin'
My face and always givin' me the baseline,
Dead in a day's time, giet back what's mine.
This ain't no rhyme about a junky on run another punk with a gun.
Now when you get it, meet the mad fun.
So get on your feet and get in pack with the deal
The beats on the wheel,
Now how do you feel.
The cool vibe from my lyrical solo
I beat on your chest when I'm bouncing like yo-yo.
This story is old just like the tales I've told.
But mark my words it will turn into gold.

All right, we've got it right all right.
We've got it right all right.
We've got it right all right.

We dig around fanatics, tall and fallen manics
And the planets breaking down with Fod the only mechanic around,
Looking for ground,
Fucking up the program
So now I'm working on my devious master plan.
It's all about these crazy comic reliefs you know
Wooster and Jeeves and modern prophets you never believe,
We get them all on a boat leave out all the rules,
The white pigeons, and sail the ship of fools.

All right, we've got it right all right.
We've got it right all right.
We've got it right all right. x3

. . .


I give a shit about the kick that's been coming from the underground spot
beating the pop up, the fuck up that lays all around.
Now give me sound from the other side
every night it's gonna go on and flow on and on and on and on.

Mister son of a gun I got a run now.
My time is over run you over like a Range Rover.
Oh my god incredible superstar,
throw some lyrics make them run like a supercar.
When you know where I'm at, your fatter than fat,
cause help me god if I ain't the cool cat.
Unequal, it's not even legal
I'm chased by the rap police like Bugsy Seagel.

Baseline, baseline we've got fools on the base and their giving me baseline.
Baseline, baseline.
Baseline, baseline we've got fools on the base and their giving me baseline.
Baseline, baseline

Now we're back in the game.
The Quarashi pain it's plain
I see the suckers fall out and the fuckers call out: Pick me up.
But they don't know what it'sbout.
I do my shit on the mic and I'm pleasing the crowd.
Jump back, get back or else your getting a smack on your face
just like your daddy used to smack you way back in the days.
This ain't no silly ass game I'm playing, hear what I'm saying, now start praying

What we have is breaking us down. (x6)

. . .


I wanna grow up to be a funky Euripides, the fly on the
street, the beat, bat the breeze, what, the ease, what
release, to be or to be not and see not and hear not (tah tah tah)
come on. It's not that a big of a deal, just another mouth to
feed and another breath to steal I feel I'm loosing my grip
about to slip about to fall off the wagon and have another
sip. Periodic fake divines, these times as we see 'em are
packed with cons that can't wait to see him. The cave the
cathedral, the peasant the pope, the hope of the people is
a prayer for dope.

All night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right
to the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say. All
night long we have to keep it up all night long. And right to
the next damn day, we have to do the shit they say.

And we choke in the vomit of our belief and we greave as
we go on in disbelief. In this world in this life that we are
living where it is nobler to take than to be giving. Stop. Get
behind excess stress and no caress this form of society is
making a mess. Moreover, it's over and it's a damn crime.
How many we are killing in the meantime.

So I'm pushed to my feet so I can beat the air that was
giving me heat way back over there. It's only fair to give guy
a slack the big aphrodisiac, the new jack the ever
confusing cool cat. Now see me fly on the Nashville skyline
walking the fine line, reciting a new line, holding my balls
while taking the calls, sorry we're closed. I'm on the bottom
of the Niagara Falls. But I still believe and with so little to
give I don't wanna deceive only Malone to live. We take it
back that the hope is the dope. The dope's the hope in the
shape of a rope.

We wanna dance tonight. We might dance into a fight. We
wanna dance tonight. We wanna dance inside. We wanna
dance tonight. We might dance into a fight. We wanna
dance tonight. We wanna dance inside.We wanna dance
tonight. We might dance into a fight. We wanna dance
tonight. We wanna

. . .


Eg mun vaka yfir ter
Lifa ut I horn
Hvort tel eg nidur til min telji slippur og snaudur stend eg tar
Hvenaer sem er, hvert sem fer, hverning sem er
Hvort sem stendur eda felur mun eg gera tad sem tarf
Komast I hvarf, vopna tig, beygja mig, vikja tig, leyna mig
Finna minn stad, leida tennan tarf
Hvad eigum vid ad gera, efla tru and annan sid
Hvert einasta, seinasta rennur I lengra bil, svolitid mig
Sama er mer, hvort sem er
Hvort sem tad er eg eda tu sem fornar life, hver fer, bintu hnut
Skilur ad, skilurdu tad, tad skilur ad, allt annar madur, betri en I gaer, eg
vildi helst geta daelt ut ur mer… Elskad og saert, truir tu mer tykir tar gott
Finnst ter tad gott
Snuid tvi sem snyr ad mer, fundid mig her og vakad yfir ter

Svona sefur tu saett
Mun eg vaka yfir ter…

Tad er einskis virdi teim sem I haus ad stunda sakir um tad ad sert ekki ennta
komin lengra af stad
Eg skal ekki segja, eg skal ekki tala, eg vil ekki fara
Komdu frekar til min litla syn og vid skulum mala
I tetta skipti kemur salin Steini til ad segja tad sem skiptir mali, tviskipta
salin
Gripa skal fara
Mali sinu til ad sanna, tetta er tad sem eg vil sja, tetta er tad sem eg vil
hafa
Tileinkad ad eilifu, kjaftakleina ein ein er a teini, sama hvoru megin eg hvoru
megin sama sinnis
Rauda spjaldid gefid upp
Sama og to ad eg sa ad fara utaf, koma aftur upp
Guli kenni skoga, mina fjarlaegd, fjarskipti nalagt
Taktu numer, einn, tveir og trir
Hvad vil eg frekar tig
Til ad marka sognina, yfir um tognina
Talandi tungulaust, sjaanlegur, heyri roddina

Svona sefurdu saett
Mun eg vaka yfir ter…

. . .


I'm as big as they come when I'm over the phone. I'm as
clean as they come when I'm fixing my zone, on my own.
Clock my clone, lock my home, cool it. I don't pretend to be
gentle because I fool it. I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to
crack and I be squeezing his throat and I'm beating him
back. We gotta go for attack before he gets far, blow up
the death star and kill the copycat. Now to the next episode
when we are back on the road and we are racing time and
we are cracking the code. It ain't the new player's mode
that makes it worth while. The style we walk the extra mile.

2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't blame the
copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they said, don't blame
the copycat 2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't
blame the copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they
said,don't blame the copycat

I broke the fall and covered you all, so what's that. I make
the call for bouncing the ball, you got that. Mr. Jekyll or
Hyde well I gotta decide which one. I'll get you screaming
like a bitch in case you want some. I'm seconds behind,
behind my own pair of mind you see I gotta catch up if I
wanna be found in me. Holding my brain that looks like
going insane I feel like Dorian Grey and I'm out of the
frame.

Make a false move bitch I make you fall like Niagara Falls,
big and hairy balls, hear my calls, break the dolls. Mr. Hyde
breaking out from my fucked up mentality read the news
tomorrow another lyrical fatality. Lurking in the shadows I
wait for my pray to come. Striking from the darkness I invite
you all to get some. Tall dark and handsome I hold your
kids for ransom. Psycho motherfucker I'll be famous like
the Hansons.
London after dark feel me breathing down your neck,
sending chills down your spine hear my microphone check
one time two time three times. Here it comes. Your life is
nothing now dust you off like bread crumbs.

. . .


(Well, well, well)

Well I'm constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about, Is
cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. I don't get it
seconds are wasted. As for the name of the game that I
tasted, This is the last one, this is the end. A messenger
dead and no message to send. Great wall white whale I
strike the sun now it's done, done, done, the word is now
undone. Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy
from his youth to disaster.Bad, bad, bad brain day and I'm
blessed with the word. It comes to my head in the shape of
a bird. (Yeah, yeah) Do it again where I am in the air.
Getting so drunk in my head that I care. Id est I, et Ego est
he, in a low key, (woo)so what do you wanna be.

I want it all again. x4

(Yes check it out, check, check it out)

Here we're coming, speaking to the gente, going to the
loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and I'll cut
you a line this is a sequel, I check out and shine. Now come
on and every body lets get high. I'm above the clouds living
a goddamn lie. But later on, I'm back at last their grabbing
my t-shirt come on take a rest.Doing this ya'll, doing that
ya'll, until I stand up against something I fall. Bring out the
best every day's a test, 47 temperature the last one is best.

I want it all again. x4

(One, one two, check this out)

Here I am my friends like never before. Out in the back I'm
watching the score. It's twisted, it's true but I love the sick
mother. Keeping her good like there was no other, Brother,
there must be a way, to get through the day, without getting
stuck in the role of the prey. I am still no one locked in the
cage trying to get back the hand that I gave.

I want it all again.

. . .


Get back the fact is that their giving me slack cause I'm the
prophet of naught and the gospel aphrodisiac. Give me
sorrow, I break it into love. You gotta follow, I'm holding our
people above. No time to wait there's the gate proceed.
I've got what you want and I've got what you need. I'm your
musical instrument the public embarrassment, the hand
around your neck and your money unspent.

They call me mister boombastic fantastic. Don't do nothing
drastic you spastic, cause I bomb the mic like a fascist. I'm
not even from America and I bury ya. Light in a coffin as to
not to worry ya. Bury ya make you bounce like a berry ya'll.
Make you giddy in you stomach like your sisters are ba ra
bop. And now you met your match as I drain out your power
and make you stop like a Seiko sports watch.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo

You see the laughing man he's a nut cause he's a Salinger
fan It's the Quarashi plan taken from the Koran. They beat
us up and they wait till we break but in the end this is just
another earthquake. Repent and your lost, forget with all
cost. It's a malady a sickness you can't floss. You gotta
leave it behind, look around find a sign get back on the
track and walk the fine line.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo

Check it check it out here I come not leaving till I'm done
Please stay a little longer and you're gonna get some from
the man from the crew, little boy blue. Wait until it's dark
and we'll be home for you. Now you may fuck up, you
fucking stuck up prick you better watch it before you make
the whole world sick that's it. Making me ill, you know
against your will. I'm throwing rhymes like grenades,
making a kill.

Your a blank zero, forsaken hero you're always gonna be a
motherfucking weirdo

. . .


What do you think about the man that never came, caught
in his own bad game under a new name. You're no better
cause you don't feel shit, you moan and whine until you get
another hit. So what's with the new style. I'll fuck you up and
wait for a new trial. Oh my you think your made you got
you're first laid, can't you see it makes you hate. So step
the fuck back we ain't no joke say what you want you got no
hope fuck Tony Montana we got more dope to spread
around, fuck around, wake up with your nuts bound to my
bedpost KY jelly I'll be your perverted host. Lyrical mass
murderer slitting your throat cutting you up and then bury ya.
Better hurry yall. It's time we took the glow off slap you in
the face
grab your balls and make you cough.

They call you Puto motherfucker. They call you Puto
motherfucker.

It's all crap, a trap, and no way out. It's no use to talk if you
can't scream it out loud. You don't believe you won't hear it,
you don't wanna beat it, you don't wanna act unless you
fear it. Fuck you punk you don't stand a chance, the four of
us are back and it's no fucking switchstance. You better
like it or love it man. Now tell me what you think. Cause this
one I gotta win now put me back in.

They call you Puto motherfucker. They call you Puto
motherfucker.

. . .


Someday I will dive me in. Someday I will take a spin.
Someday I will make it right. Someday I will stop the fight.

It has been thought, it's been thought

I found a god that can teach. Take me along, once again on
that trip. Bring it on and when I'm gone, bite your lip. Is it to
good to be secure? Maybe I should, I think I should find the
cure. It's been thought before.

I found a god that can teach. Someday you will dive in.
Someday you will dive in. It's been thought before. It's been
thought before.

. . .


Welcome to the Quarashi game here I am the noname yeah the same boy
Who doesn't need a frame. I'm surrounded by foes and anything goes so I gotta be
Like Tony Montana on his toes. Up up and down your spinning round and round.
You don't know why your spinning maybe it's the syntha sound, but this is me
you hear the rocking sonic youth theres an eye for an eye and a tooth for a
tooth. Another dimension on a frequency in ecstacy. Biting bastards but in a way
licking sinners ashtray. Trying to get through the Zoo and get no penalty. I
know how to beat because that's for the winners. I'm on the clouds ready to
jump off. in the free fall I see you all looking so small. Stepping on
stepping off. I want to feel my skin, blowing through the wind.

You gotta take it all back we allready got a stack. what a get away deal if you don't know what
you lack and you gotta fix that if you wanna get that up. suck it out of a tube
and don't ever ever stop rocking that type o mad beat we lead the pack from a
rack to a seat. And so was I when I was trying to get by on planet 9 well,
nice try. Tequila flats while I'm flipping my hats I do the new jaywalking
while I feed the stray cats on the one two three a dididumdidi you know you'll
get back when I say open Sesame.

. . .


Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração

Instrumental

Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração
Leva muito amor dentro do seu coração

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