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Cade seu Boi
03:22
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LYRICS OF CADE SEU BOI
Boiiiiii (Bull)
Põe o Boi na rua (Release the bull on the streets)
Acendeu fogueira (Turn on the bonfires)
Isso é carne crua.... (This is like raw meat)
Coraçao fritando, camrá!!! (heart is throbbing, brother!)
Get ready for the invasion,
mind control from the devious nation,
global warfare,
blast of the nuclear,
bombs going off, everybody better stand clear,
hell yeah media's got this on lock,
like crack head addicted to crack pipe rocks,
young kids sell soul to be top of the pops,
or pop shots end up dead on the block
this has to stop
chop chop, real quick
like 500 years of my people on the slave ship
ain’t that some shhh...
why should I drop what I’m about to say for the sake of a grade A
skunk or purple haze no way
fuck hitla, don’t care about his hayday,
still getting bullied by the local racists,
sparked his mouth and I left them toothless
they call me ruthless, heartless thug,
I was the devil in life form, covered in mud
what's that all about blood?
justice innit?
called him the victim and I was the villain,
is deep when they play with your vision
24/7 bad news on the television,
indoctrination is real in the prison,
gotta stay focussed, complete your mission
CHORUS x2
Our kids are getting robbed,
brainwashed by the clock,
mindstate is getting blocked,
being harassed by the cops,
this really has to…or face the revolution
who wants to be controlled by a demonic institution?
Not me blood,
down for the cause all day blood,
malcolm x and black panther the place blood,
rbg'd up, dead prez status
looking into the eyes of straight up savage,
ravage the street, battle the beast,
call my elite from the north, south, west and east
get deep when we straight oup fighting,
terminator salvation hyp'n
no need for the writing,
straight up off the chester
creative like Alfred Bester,
parting the sea of knowledge like moises,
life ain't made of a box of roses,
new age power, blasting Gaza,
turning children into martyrs,
they maintain their hope in Allah,
GOD send a blaze of fire
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Graos de Sal
03:57
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GRÃOS DE SAL
Eu vou para onde ninguem tem nome
pra onde ninguem tem dessa fome
pra onde ninguém tem nada do que falar
Eu vo pra onde ninguém ta preso
pra onde ninguem sabe de isso
que todos os homens tem que argumentar
Vou lá, camino mata e areia
no quiz calar a sereia que me seduziu cantando para seu mar
Vou lá, onde ainda cabe um sonho
onde a tempo não tem dono
juntando grãos de sal
Si traspaso el horizonte y me quedo al otro lao
si voy de la playa al monte aprendiendo del pasao
Seguirán diciendo loca
queriendo callar mi boca
por lo que no han encontrao
Pero mi alma va contenta
desdichado el que se mienta
y no vaya donde eu vou...
...pra conhocer o misterio
para olhar nos olhos de um velho
pra cantar ritmo ancestral
Eu vou deixando do lado o espinho
facendo no meu peito um ninho
numa ilha de outro astral
Vou lá, pescando nas redes vivas
trocando noites por dias
eu vou chorando al compás
Vou lá, segurando a minha estrada
fazendo festa por nada
curtindo esse caminar
Si traspaso el horizonte y me quedo al otro lao
si voy de la playa al monte aprendiendo del pasao
Seguirán diciendo loca
queriendo callar mi boca
por lo que no han encontrao
Pero mi alma va contenta
desdichado el que se mienta
y no vaya donde eu vou...
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3. |
Gonna get there
03:35
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I'M GOING TO GET THERE
so long, time along…
the sand under my feet,
the sun on top of it all
the desert, a long way to go, but I know...
I'M GOING TO GET THERE
so long, time all alone
no one on my way since I've been gone
but I had to, something had to change
and now in the middle of nowhere
the lights are showing me, oh where…to go
and I know, I know,
I'M GOING TO GET THERE
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4. |
Ahavat Hadasa
03:02
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5. |
The Invisible
02:43
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SEEING THE INVISIBLE…
I SEE FACES IN STONES
I FEEL THE UNDER WORDS
I HEAR SILENT THOUGHTS IN THE DARKNESS, SO LOUD
I SEE PAST YOUR APPEARANCE, YOUR SMILE
AND POSITION THAT FEARS THE LAPS OF TIME
EVERYTHING CHANGES SHAPE AND ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS
EVERY SECRET THINGS IS BURSTING PAST THE SCENE
AND I FEEL BEFORE YOU SPEAK
WHEN WE HOLD HANDS
WORDS CAN'T HIDE US, WORDS CAN'T COVER THE TRUTH
LIKE PERFUME WITH A SMELL
LIKE A HEART INSIDE A SHELL
LIKE MAKE UP WITH A SCAR
I SEE SHADOWS ON THE WALL, REFLECTING SOMETHING NEW
AND THE TRUTH COMES AS THE DISTINCTION OF MY
REFLECTION IN YOU
I AM OTHER
SEEING THE INVISIBLE...
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6. |
Shalvá
03:36
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7. |
Go, Stop
02:53
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LYRICS GO, STOP:
Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop...
Go, Stop!
Go, Stop, Go, Stop...
Oh you'd better stop
Oh you'd better stop
Skipping off on your stepping stones
Never stopped to look inside your mind
Never stopped to see what you've left behind
Go, Stop, Go, Stop...
I’ve been wondering if your development has been arrested
How your lesson got so lost
I've been wondering how you haven't slipped on all the skins
of all the discarded ripe ones that you pick
I've been wondering why you had to keep it warm
By putting it in everyone that comes along
Oh you'd better stop
Oh you'd better stop
Go, stop, Go, Stop...
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8. |
Interludio
02:22
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9. |
M.E.M
02:59
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10. |
Music of the City
02:13
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Man Ex Maqina Barcelona, Spain
Maxwell Moya Wright is a percussionist, a composer and a member of the music group OJOS DE BRUJO, with whom he has won
several awards: a Latin GRAMMY in 2008, a second nomination in 2011, a BBC Award in 2004 and the PREMIOS DE LA MÚSICA in 2006.
His musical experience also includes playing live with well-known bands such as NITIN SAWHNEY, ASIAN DUB FOUNDATION, OKOU and more
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