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Daniel Shadow – Alvo Lyrics (feat. MV Bill)

Letra de “Alvo” com Daniel Shadow & MV Bill

[Verso 1: Daniel Shadow]
No foco do problema há dias
Não chove uma solução, lá vem a cavalaria
Bomba explode, eu já sabia
Realidade é foda, escolhe a vitima da covardia
E o sangue escorre na calçada fria
Aquela dança cansa
Quantos de nós se foram esperando a esperança
A chama avança, invade e toma a cidade
A seca virou tempestade
Corre, corre, já é tarde, o caos virou necessidade

Tiro, porrada e bomba
Tira o rei da sombra que o play tá cheio de black bloc
Em nome da lei, os bad cop
Fogo nos KKK, nós é sarna
Oh Lord, é a Santa Ceia
Clareia o chão dos irmão de arma
Tem dia que é noite, 7 e meia, cena 2
Lua cheia e os cana paumeia de 762
Em meio a tensão que passeia, mil volts
Vai vendo, o cheiro do veneno ainda é mais forte que os perfumes das flores
Somos autores do crime de nascer nesse front
Ouço o som dos nossos tambores
Vento a nosso favor e nada será como antes
Como antes

[Refrão: Daniel Shadow & MV Bill]
Ninguém tá a salvo
(No foco do problema)
O barulho do tiro ecoou
Ninguém tá a salvo
(A área tá minada)
Mira ou vira alvo
Ninguém tá a salvo
(No foco do problema)
O barulho do tiro ecoou
Ninguém tá a salvo
(Ninguém está a salvo)
Mira ou vira alvo

[Verso 2: MV BIll]
Nada será como antes, vida se perde em instantes
Estado quebrado, a chapa tá quente
Andamos como vigilantes
Confronto é normal, tiros de ParaFAL
A bala perdida que tira uma vida e nem vira notícia de jornal
O dilema que nós temos
Todo mundo é igual, mas na hora de morrer o preto vale menos
Sem comoção é natural
111 tiros, 5 mortos, com reflexo do que seremos
O caos virou necessidade, sem meio-termo
O toque de recolher no território sem governo
Que vai fabricando vários homem-bomba
Em guerra com a polícia que mais mata e também tomba
A cena é triste no funeral
A lágrima de mãe que perde filho, é tudo igual
Os olhos perdem força pra chorar
Pelo sorriso do parente que se foi e não pode mais voltar
Cabelo crespo, pele parda
Foi um tiro estatal que matou a estudante Maria Eduarda
Difícil sobreviver
Arthur foi atingido na barriga da mãe, antes de nascer
Por nada, vagabundo larga o dedo
População fica acuada com a política de medo
Vamos empilhando corpos, ninguém tá a salvo
Na Cidade do Pecado, quem tá vivo vira alvo

[Refrão]
Ninguém tá a salvo
(No foco do problema)
O barulho do tiro ecoou
Ninguém tá a salvo
(A área tá minada)
Mira ou vira alvo
Ninguém tá a salvo
(No foco do problema)
O barulho do tiro ecoou
Ninguém tá a salvo
(Ninguém está a salvo)
Mira ou vira alvo

Illmaculate & Onlyone – Only & Ill Lyrics

Uhhh…
Uhhh…
Uh-Huh…

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Keep your emotions to yourself, we don’t play that
I plant a bomb where the KKK at
Where’s my AK at?
Yea, yea take that
Now I don’t mind cause I don’t have it
Let me invite you to my psychopathic mind of madness
I’m trying harder to die a martyr
I don’t like techno, but I’m a Prodigy and a Fire starter
The riot sparker, barbed wire lion heart
The heckler heckles, the suppressor is the silent partner
I heard all that shit, how could you say that?
I take a piss where your motherf**kin’ grave at
You beef with me? Ten years, I await that
Show up where you stay at like, “Surprise, payback.”
You just been abducted to hell by a spacecraft
And you can go f**k yourself if you hate that

[Verse 2: Illmaculate & OnlyOne]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
You hungry then we know how you feel. Just wanna say that
You hustle then we know how you feel
Between your goals and your bills
Know where the bank at, face mask, safe cracked
Meaningless violence with reason behind it
Throw a Molotov cocktail party for media bias and thought control
Assassinations and the secrets that die with ’em
Witness the fall of giants like dominoes
Old man Rothschild, broke ass dropout
Cold cash and more bullets than Homeland, stockpiled
This ain’t a Kodak, we ’bout to load that, pop rounds
f**k where the sniper scope’s at, roll past, top down
They got something personal with me
I smoke a lot, big, this is all personal with me
I won’t put down my luggage, I don’t push pounds in public
Don’t put out my blunt tip, I got Kush clouded judgment
All I care about is who to body, what leagues payin’
Think I’m playin’ then you are probably freebasin’
All they talk about is Illuminati and freemasons
I’ll do a Molly my crew’ll honestly cremate ’em

[Verse 3: OnlyOne & Illmaculate]
What you know about Only & Ill? We go way back
Feel like it’s Ghost in the Shell, get your brain hacked
I took the black box and survived the plane crash
I take dabs and I taste wax ’till I face plant
When I splash thoughts a tidal wave pass
In a straight jacket I lay flat on the train tracks
This Monsters, Inc
The last of the monsters after the monsters have all gone extinct
This Only & Ill, Ghost in the Shell
I could past the mag send the police to hell (Yea!)
Yea I know how you feel, no love for them
And anyone that owes me or showed me an L
We rollin’ up me some clones then the homie can help (bitch)
Know by the smell that he’s growin’ it well, it’s potent
Lurkin’ the city, herbal and sticky, blaze that
Make a Nissan swerve like a Bentley or Maybach
I used to practice recording my songs on the 8-track
Bloody floor, buncha f**kin’ heads in the Maytag
Holy ghost, I’ll cut ya’ll face with the stain glass
What you know about Only & Ill? With your fake ass

Talib Kweli & Styles P – Last Ones (The Seven Album)

(Yeah)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s Happenin’?)
(What’s up, what’s happenin, what’s up?)

[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
These haters prayin’ they can celebrate the last one’s death
None of them niggas in my class that couldn’t pass one test
But that’s what happens when you rappin’ on a [?] depth
I never chat shit
The flow bat-shit, it’s major league
Major Keys like Khaled (it’s accurate)
Recognize a dime when you pass it
With this weapon I’s rhymin’, I’m an assassin
Put nine minutes to the casket, you bastards
Stare in the abyss and the Leviathan (oh yea)
You say a prayer for the dying men
Looking for that pleasure but you findin’ sin
Can’t be scared to take a loss if you tryin’ to win

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Recognize greatness, tenacious
Gracious, mark of design, the new Matrix
I can make Dr. Strange brain look basic
MCs on the dinner menu and I ain’t ate shit
Who’s the entree? I’m a giant like Andre
You just an appetizer, weak rapper in harm’s way
These elite rhymes, prayers and peace signs
Staring at the air, fled the joint, hope the beast died
Icy ass road, no brakes let the Jeep slide
Playing hide and seek with my sleep, where did he hide?
Popular, hook philosopher since knee high
Ironic, I really ran with the wolves at G high
You ain’t hearing me, higher power preparing me
To have a higher power in rap for transparency
I’m clear to you, I’m here with you
High and in the cloud, I should put it in the air for you

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones)

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]
Paint it like I’m JJ, for real I’m not for play play
If I work then I get paid, they whip them slaves like the nae nae
I’m smashin’ ’em if you askin’ ’em what’s happenin’ and they say
I’m original, you a re-run, Dwayne hey hey hey
Do the rise got my squad information like what bae say
I seen my brother you got to be more specific when you say bae
A spark like a melee, feelings I don’t placate
Give a fuck what Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney say say say
Fuck the KKK, respect the family, me and you got a play date
I’ll send you to hell and Satan will be your playmate
O-K-K, like Lil Scrappy but pay attention to what they say
Sound like some old "catch me on payday" type niggas who like to get missin’
Nah, pay what you want (cough it up), but you ain’t the homie, now you don’t know me
Hip-hop on my shoulders like the demons or the sheriff
Or the stick you use for measurin’, way too sick for medicine

[Hook: Talib Kweli & Styles P]
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)
All my rap friends went crazy I’m the last one left
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
(Last ones, left right)
(Last ones, left right)

[Verse 4: Styles P]
All my street homies crazy I’m the last one right
Hatin’ cocksuckers hope I see the flash one night
‘Bout peace but I’ma grab my mask tonight
Man standin’, I’ma be the last one right
I rhyme wicked, I sit still, my mind vivid
Analyze the times and all of the signs with it
Pump fake the snakes and the rats and the swine with ’em
Smoke watch stars and go on the line with ’em, ghost

[Outro]
Oh, that my words were written
Oh, that they were inscribed in a book
Oh, that with an iron pen and lead they were engraved in the rock forever
Whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just
Whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable
If there is any excellence, if there is anything worth of praise
Think about these things

Lloyd Banks – Salute (Halloween Havoc 3 Mixtape)

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)

Will.I.Am – Grab’m By The Pu$$y (feat. Apl.De.Ap & Liane V) letras

[will.i.am]
I’m a star, cuz I made it
I’m rich and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab ’em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab ’em by the (meow)

Yeah baby…
I’m a star and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the pussy

[Liane V]
No…
You got it all wrong
I’m a woman
And I’m strong

And don’t you forget it
Cuz I am intelligent
I’m somebodies daughter
I’m somebodies boss
I could be the next president
So give me the respect now

Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

Listen
Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

[Apl.de.ap]
Whatcha gonna do about the war in Afghanistan
Whatcha gonna do when they kill another black man
Tell me how you’re gonna make America great again
Whatcha gonna do when they only wanna hate again

[will.i.am]
When Im president I won’t be like be Obama
If anyone talks shit about me, ill bomb em
I’m grabbin that pussy like theres no tomorrow
And if we have problems with Russia I’ll bomb em

[Apl.de.ap]
Whatcha gonna do about Al Queda and Isis
Whatcha gonna do about the Syrian crisis
Whatcha gonna do when you step in the door
Will the rich stay richer and the poor stay poor

[will.i.am]
No

Ah shut up girl
It ain’t about you girl
It’s all about me girl
Don’t you see my name on the building, girl
And when I’m president, Imma own the world
I’m a star

I’m a star, cuz i made it
I’m rich and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)

Yeah baby
I’m a star and I’m famous
Donald Trump said grab em by the (meow)
Donald Trump said grab em by the Pussy

[Liane V]
No…
You got it all wrong
I’m a woman
And I’m strong

And don’t you forget it
Cuz I am intelligent
I’m somebodies daughter
I’m somebodies boss
I could be the next president
So give me the respect now

Gimmie gimme gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

Yeah
Yeah

Gimmie gimme Gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Gimmie the respect now

[will.i.am]
Respect you?
Nah
Y’all gonna learn how to respect me
Got the KKK support’n me
And the black community
Yeah… dance brother

So you can give me respect
Gimmie respect
Gimmie respect now
Trump that pussy
Can’t
So you can give me respect
Give me the respect now
Give me the respect now

Yeah
Trump that bitch

Solange – Interlude: Dad Was Mad lyrics

I was the first, one of the first. My first day, a state trooper caught me, put me in the backseat of the car, and meeting the other black kids, was six of us. And seeing all of those parents, and also KKK members having signs and throwing cans at us, spitting at us. We lived in the threat of death every day. Every day. So I was just lost in this vacuum between integration and segregation and, and racism. That was my childhood. I was angry for years… angry, very angry