A keresés eredménye

Wound of History

Eyes covered up, they think we can't see.
Ears covered up, they think we can't hear.
And truth is in my heart, agony on my chest.
Can't stand any more! Can't stay silent any longer!
 
If warm tears can rinse away the dirt,
If warm blood can help win freedom.
Let the roar today be remembered tomorrow,
Let the whole world see the wound of history!
 

King's Supreme

[Stanza 2: Ensi]
They told you the scene was dead?
But in steel a heart still beats, like Gundam
Like Cassano I contribute to this scene
The flow reaps like a machete in a jungle
It stretches like Dhalsim
The number of fights is proportional to the goals
And if you ask me 'how many years yet til your leap forward'
I know I'll probably never take it
But I'm among monsters like Frankenstein, mister
My band plays live at the Titty Twister
Come tonight, sister, with your hipster friend
their bones will go 'crack' like cipsters[1]
I have a thousand rhymes that glue you to your chair like a thriller
Frank Miller rap, you're laughable - Ben Stiller
And don't play indian in front of Tex Willer[2]
 
[Chorus: Salmo]
Ever heard of ma-ma-machete crew?
Beheads like Mujaeddin
Hardcore on the beat, we're king's supreme
This people know how it is
No mercy on stage
And this is all I have
(all I have)
 
[Stanza 3: Enigma]
As usual it's gotten late here
I feel it from my view getting cloudy
I make mazes in audio
I'm the minotaur that fucks Arianna, ah
I cry inside, but
I grow harder within with music in my soul
What I write comes alive and writhes
When I rhyme Satan appears in Fatima
Genuflected for the life that rips
Paragraphed like codes in algebra
to highlight an environment that should be rebuilt
From the cathedral to the teacher's desk
generations keep losing themselves
And how many bodies do you see with the sign 'for sale'?
How many hits before we get back on track?
But you won't exterminate us, like the Kennedies
 
[Stanza 4: Bassi Maestro]
Yeah, we keep our feet on the ground
With our middle fingers on display we're still in war
Like fucking spartans, higher than Pantani
You can't see me from two meters away
you don't deserve my raising a hand
I don't have metric, but tsunami
I only hang out with the true, and you love me
I'm tired of those who catalogue and dialogue
those who live of lies in a fable
I'm tired of those who put up talks
without reaching conclusions
These sounds are contusions
white deaths for your taskmasters
We're those who exploit them, call us pimps
You oppose? You die!
 
[Chorus: Salmo]
Ever heard of ma-ma-machete crew?
Beheads like Mujaeddin
Hardcore on the beat, we're king's supreme
This people know how it is
No mercy on stage
And this is all I have
(all I have)
 
[Stanza 5: Rocco Hunt] [3]
Achieve a high school diploma through the concert money
Every lyric's a bomb, don't know if you know it
Voice expands, blaze this joint
I fall asleep at night trough the troubles
These faces are pale[4], coke killed you
smoke the cheese, I can fly
Bring over the weed, bring the tequila
Crack kills you if you smoke it
[....][5]
..away from the black cars (watch out!)
Hawks are bastards[6], you don't see them but they're there
away from tactics and schemes
[...][7]
 
[Stanza 6: Gemitaiz]
When I join a song they say
'Look at this asshole
he killed the track once again
he smokes joints that look like swords, his rhymes are tacky
defy him and you'll get fever like Travolta'
They say I copy the americans
jut because they suck at attacking
and don't know how to defend
I'm with number 9, more or less where you can't arrive
You ask: 'where does this guy take his flows?
Who knows? Maybe I come up with them?
We have no cash but we're full of rap, we're sticking it up
Every rhyme by Gemitaiz is huge like Nicki Minaj's ass
Asshole, I beat you, though obviously higher[8]
Your every rhyme is below seven
I put it below the seven[9]
heel strike (bye)
 
[Chorus: Salmo]
Ever heard of ma-ma-machete crew?
Beheads like Mujaeddin
Hardcore on the beat, we're king's supreme
This people know how it is
No mercy on stage
And this is all I have
(all I have)
Ever heard of ma-ma-machete crew?
Beheads like Mujaeddin
Hardcore on the beat, we're king's supreme
This people know how it is
No mercy on stage
And this is all I have
(all I have)
 

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