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Freez

Pomysł Jagody. Wiadomo co tu robimy. Zamieszczamy teksty piosenek których słuchamy

Dostałem płyte od brata i mi się spodobał jeden z tracków. Warto przeczytać cały tekst jeżeli nie macie zamiaru posłuchać.

Wolność Słowa- Pudelsi

Jedzie jedzie wózek
a na wózku Buzek
raz dwa trzy cztery
maszerują wyższe sfery
za nim Lepper jedzie
po nim lepiej będzie
siedzi na lawecie
liczy ecie-pecie
traktorami drogi grodzi
owce na manowce wodzi

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

oto ciżemka posła Geremka
wpadła w ręce służb policji
gdy wychodził z koalicji
Gabriel Janowski
przedawkował proszki
śmiesznie podskakuje
wszystkich dziś całuje
poseł Kalinowski
ogolił se włoski
gdyż powraca słodko
Grzegorz Kołodko

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

ślini się maniek
do Danuty Waniek
na władzę pazerni
bardziej od Jaskierni
sławoj Leszek Głódź
powstrzymuje chuć
dosyć ma sutanny
wolałby na panny
obersztumbanfilet Miller
długo czekał na swą chwilę
połknął w biurze Kwasa
i z Labudą hasa

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

dyrektor Alot
w nocy miał nalot
eins zwei polizei
sieben acht gute nacht
wywęszyli kota
w łóżku u Alota
vier funf sechs gruppen sex
zwęszył kota wściekły pies
wziął go na okęcie
Olkowi w prezencie
głaszcze Olek kota
kota od Alota

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

Balcerowicz Leszek
wypchał sobie mieszek
brzydko sie przewrócił
reformy porzucił
pani poseł Sierakowska
wyszła przypudrować noska
zaczaił się Kropiwnicki
pragnie złapać ją za cycki
spod prysznica słychać plusk
to Kaczora kąpie Tusk

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

żona premiera
pięknie się ubiera
w parlamencie chodzą słuchy
że Suchockiej buchła ciuchy
Niesiołowski Jerzy
w boga już nie wierzy
a Łopuszański
przespał anioł pański
przy poręczy
Paetz klęczy
sumienie go dręczy
eus deus kosmateus
i morele bax

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

Czarnecki Rysio
umalował pysio
ma dzisiaj randkę
z profesorem Handke
chwacko struga strusia
Hojarska Danusia
Kaczmarka Jacka
obłapia znienacka
oglądają w kinie
porno o Putinie
ene due rabe
Putin dmucha żabę

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

Płacze premier Buzek
buchnęli mu wózek
przejął się Oleksy
upuścił dwa kleksy
premier Mazowiecki
ciągnie grube kreski
raz dwa trzy cztery
tak się bawią wyższe sfery
kotarą porusza
duch Ireneusza
stronnictwo zaś wiernie
popiera Jaskiernię

[ułła misia bela misia kasia konfa cela]

Neutm

Ech, może ogólnie mi się nie podoba, ale tekst mi pasuuuje bardzo:

Nobody's Listening -> oczywiście LP -.-

Yo, peep the style and the kids checking for it
The number one question is how could you ignore it
And drop right back in the cut over basement tracks
Rap stack got you back in the sub black
Rewind that we just rolling with the rhythm
Rise from the ashes of stylist division
With these non-stop lyrics of life living
Not to be forgotten but still unforgiving
But in the meantime there are those who wanna talk this and that
So I suppose that it gets to a point where feelings gotta get hurt
And get dirty with the people spreading the dirt it goes

(Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)
(Called to you so clearly but you don’t want to hear me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
And everything left’s a waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone else’s more
I’m riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that it’s better I can’t keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on
Never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years the fear and
Trash talking and the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you

(Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)
(Called to you so clearly but you don’t want to hear me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat n tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear

Heart full of pain, head full of stress
Head full of anger, held in my chest
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat n tears
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear

Heart full of pain

(Tried to give you warning but everyone ignores me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)
(Called to you so clearly but you don’t want to hear me)
Told you everything loud and clear
(But nobody’s listening)

I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
(Nobody’s listening)
Head full of anger, held in my chest
(Nobody’s listening)
Uphill struggle
Blood sweat n tears
(Nobody’s listening)
Nothing to gain
Everything to fear
(Nobody’s listening)

Freez

Ta, takst całkiem fajny. Muzyka tez możę być, ale jak by inną dali, bardziej metalową to bym się nie obraził. Od teraz komentujemy też teksty piosnek.

Sab.

Ten kawałek LP spoko, to co dał Freez bigCycowe Xd

Beck - It's all in your mind

well its all in your mind
its all in your mind
well its all in your mind
its all in your mind

and i wanted to be
i wanted to be
wanted to be
your good friend

well i cannot believe
you got a devil up your sleeve
and hes talking to me
and i cannot believe

and i wanted to be
i wanted to be
wanted to be
your good friend

you're all scared and stiff
a sick stolen gift
and the people you're with
they're all scared and stiff

and i wanted to be
i wanted to be
wanted to be
your good friend

Freez

Sab...taki se tekst...Zespołu też nie znam.

Fort Minor-Remembre The Name

You ready?! Lets go!
Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about
It's like this y'all (c'mon!)

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike! - He doesn't need his name up in lights
He just wants to be heard whether it's the beat or the mic
He feels so unlike everybody else, alone
In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him
But fuck em, he knows the code
It's not about the salary
It's all about reality and making some noise
Makin the story - makin sure his clique stays up
That means when he puts it down Tak's pickin it up! let's go!

Who the hell is he anyway?
He never really talks much
Never concerned with status but still leavin them star struck
Humbled through opportunities given to him despite the fact
That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a livin from writin raps
Put it together himself, now the picture connects
Never askin for someone's help, to get some respect
He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach
And now when it all unfolds, the skill of an artist

It's just twenty percent skill
Eighty percent fear Be a hundred percent clear cause Ryu is ill
Who would've thought that he'd be the one that set the west in flames
Then I heard him wreckin with The Crystal Method, "Name Of The Game"
Came back dropped Megadef, took em to church
I like bleach man, why you have the stupidest verse?
This dude is the truth, now everybody givin him guest spots
His stock's through the roof I heard he fuckin with S. Dot!

[Chorus]
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

They call him Ryu The Sick
And he's spittin fire with Mike
Got him out the dryer he's hot
Found him in Fort Minor with Tak
Been a fuckin nihilist porcupine
He's a prick, he's a cock
The type woman want to be with, and rappers hope he get shot
Eight years in the makin, patiently waitin to blow
Now the record with Shinoda's takin over the globe
He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope
You wont believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat

Tak! - He's not your everyday on the block
He knows how to work with what he's got
Makin his way to the top
People think its a common owners name
People keep askin him was it given at birth
Or does it stand for an acronym? No
He's livin proof, Got him rockin the booth
He'll get you buzzin quicker than a shot of vodka with juice
Him and his crew are known around as one of the best
Dedicated to what they do give a hundred percent

Forget Mike - Nobody really knows how or why he works so hard
It seems like he's never got time
Because he, writes every note and he writes every line
And I've seen him at work when that light goes on in his mind
It's like a design is written in his head every time
Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme
And those motherfuckers he runs with, those kids that he signed?
Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it?!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Yeah! Fort Minor
M. Shinoda - Styles of Beyond
Ryu! Takbir! Machine Shop!

Sab. · Wysłany: Sob 1:54, 03 Mar 2007 Temat postu:

Ja teraz gustuję [po trochu] w tekstach prostych, ale dosadnych.

Red Hot Chili Peppers - Pea

I am a little pea
I love the sky and the trees
I'm a teeny tiny little ant
Checking out this and that
I am nothing

So you have nothing to hide
And I'm a pacifist
So I can fuck your shit up
Oh yeah I'm small
Oh yeah I'm small

Fuck you asshole
You homophobic redneck dick
You're big and tough and macho
You can kick my ass
So fucking what (x4)