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Summer Girls (feat. Calvin [...]
[NOW005 - 2]
- 0
- 3'49
- Skence
- Nocturne & groovy. Basse, rappeur & rythmique.
- actuel, chanté en anglais, chanteur , rap, urbain [...]
Titre : Summer Girls (feat. Calvin Davey)Référence : NOW005 - 2Compositeur(s): Maxence de Butler [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Paul Dufaure [Sacem]Album: Skence - VoyagerArtiste : SkenceFeaturing : Calvin DaveyEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem] - Nowadays Records [Sacem]
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Building Build feat. Racecar
[NOW002 - 6]
- 0
- 3'24
- Blanka
- Incisif & aride. Samples, rappeur & rythmique.
- actuel, chanteur , rap, chanté en anglais, exotique [...]
Titre : Building Build feat. RacecarRéférence : NOW002 - 6Compositeur(s): Pascal Luvisi [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Samuel NashAlbum: Blanka - KasablankaArtiste : BlankaFeaturing : RacecarEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem] - Nowadays Records [Sacem]
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My Money
[GUM7114 - 1] - 0
- 3'29
- Ife Morrison
- Paroles [...] Lourd & urbain. Rappeuse, guitare électrique & rythmique.
- urbain, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, rap, vocal [...]
Titre : My MoneyRéférence : GUM7114 - 1Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Courtney ElkinsLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418700
I’m bout my money man. Just keep your drama at the door. Bout my money man. Them haters should already know. I’m bout my money. My bread . My niggaz never scared bout my money man. I’m bout my money man.
From a money man. TO a CEO Giant. Tell them haters quit hating the stunners stop trying. All that B is not buying I am presidential now. No longer a client so this is how it goes down. From the Sip to the A. Holla at my girl Fay. Then it’s back to the ten Holla at my boy J. From the point to the bay I be getting it in. You aint never seen a beast in the lions den. Attacking the track like a psycho straight out of the Benz. I’m saying Beezy going hard No Joke is at it again. But I still recommend that you keek your distance. You keep focusing on us you won’t see what’s missing.
I’m bout my money man. Just keep your drama at the door. Bout my money man. Them haters should already know. I’m bout my money. My bread . My niggaz never scared bout my money man. I’m bout my money man.
Well see with money making came things. Bread made the game change. From the grill to the crib to the whip now I’m in the fast lane. Friends they don’t act the same. Only the trill one’s come around and for the ones who do know when it’s time to get crunk it’s always going down. Louisiana, Mississippi, to the A town. Haters stop let me see your frown. Let me take a picture of it. Mad that we sipping bubbley. Mad that we in the May Bach, they mad that we in the Benz. See they can only do it once but we’ll do it again. See we got endless ends. We’re bout our dividends. If you aint got the bread we got I wouldn’t recommend. You do the things we do. Because we spend with ease. Money is like the myth to me it seems to grow on trees.
I’m bout my money man. Just keep your drama at the door. Bout my money man. Them haters should already know. I’m bout my money. My bread . My niggaz never scared bout my money man. I’m bout my money man.
Best rapper in the universe, better yet the multi verse, its time for you to recognize I guess I’ll show you in a verse. How I put niggaz in reverse back up, shut up, go to church. I been putting people first while you been letting evil work. Preachers lie about they dirt. Politicians do it too. How the fuck they talk that shit bout who we are and what we do. I am not a part of yall but I’m talking to all of you. Liars cheaters state officials I’m a make these bitches blue. First I got the knowledge, then I got the power, then I get the money, haters looking sour. Be they final hour, knocking over towers, Watch they come for Jaygo and watch Jaygo devour.
I’m bout my money man. Just keep your drama at the door. Bout my money man. Them haters should already know. I’m bout my money. My bread . My niggaz never scared bout my money man. I’m bout my money man.
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Come and Get It
[GUM7114 - 4] -
1
- 3'17
- Ife Morrison
- Paroles [...] Puissant & urbain. Chanteuse, synthé & rythmique.
- attitude, chanté en anglais, rap, vocal, chanteuse [...]
Titre : Come and Get ItRéférence : GUM7114 - 4Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Daryl Walker [PRS]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418740
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Yeah come and get it get it.
Baby I know your ready, crazy for you I am, so put it on me man.
For you I fantisize. so keep my dreams alive.
You want to feel within my thighs I see it in your eyes.
What you gone do for me if I give it up to your.
Is you gone keep it to your self or tell the whole crew?
Long as you keep me good I will return the favor.
Satisfy you like a meal come savor the flavor.
You not my boyfriend no more you just a super freak.
I only see your face maybe twice a week.
You like to lick it, lick it. Before your stick it, stick it.
So come and get it get it. Yeah come and get it get it.
You not my boyfriend no more you just a super freak.
I only see your face maybe twice a week.
You like to lick it, lick it. Before your stick it, stick it.
So come and get it get it.
Yeah come and get it get it.
Up late night who do I call when I need a fix up against the wall.
No new dudes got to make them wait. They get no booty they just wait.
You just hate that I’m over you when I need your body bring it through.
Leave emotions at the door your just my freak your just my whore.
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Come and Get It Instru
[GUM7114 - 12] - 0
- 3'17
- Ife Morrison
- Puissant & urbain. Synthé & rythmique.
- attitude, rap, obstiné, urbain, atmosphérique [...]
Titre : Come and Get It InstruRéférence : GUM7114 - 12Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Daryl Walker [PRS]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418820
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Don’t really want no short short man.
Yeah come and get it get it.
Baby I know your ready, crazy for you I am, so put it on me man.
For you I fantisize. so keep my dreams alive.
You want to feel within my thighs I see it in your eyes.
What you gone do for me if I give it up to your.
Is you gone keep it to your self or tell the whole crew?
Long as you keep me good I will return the favor.
Satisfy you like a meal come savor the flavor.
You not my boyfriend no more you just a super freak.
I only see your face maybe twice a week.
You like to lick it, lick it. Before your stick it, stick it.
So come and get it get it. Yeah come and get it get it.
You not my boyfriend no more you just a super freak.
I only see your face maybe twice a week.
You like to lick it, lick it. Before your stick it, stick it.
So come and get it get it.
Yeah come and get it get it.
Up late night who do I call when I need a fix up against the wall.
No new dudes got to make them wait. They get no booty they just wait.
You just hate that I’m over you when I need your body bring it through.
Leave emotions at the door your just my freak your just my whore.
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No One'S Safe
[GUM7114 - 7] - 0
- 2'13
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Errant & mystérieux. Chanteur, guitare électrique, clavier & rythmique.
- chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, rap, urbain, vocal [...]
Titre : No One'S SafeRéférence : GUM7114 - 7Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418770
Priests need feeding, flies in my face
Hell fire burning all at the stake
No one’s safe
All them nights, all them days, all them prays
Seems like my life’s not mine for my faith
Inflame a legacy, searing your hate
Violating your love, immersion in space
Endless melody charming the face
Eloquent guises, redemption, disgrace
Spiritual embrace emblaze that you chase
Bloodthirsty cannibal
Silently stealth
Imagine more savage than the savage itself
More savage than the savage itself
Watching in silence, see the words he spoke
Satan’s poetry, that’s what he wrote
Chose the prose with a God in sight
But I still find myself alone at night
Challenging assassin, carnivorous host
I screamed your name, silhouetting a ghost
My betrayal, your trust
Noble lust, the magic of the spell
Deciphering the words that were spelt
Severely self
More savage than the savage itself
More savage than the savage itself
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Break Down Corp
[GUM7114 - 9] -
1
- 1'35
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Nocturne & mystérieux. Chanteur, samples & rythmique.
- chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, interrogatif, rap, vocal [...]
Titre : Break Down CorpRéférence : GUM7114 - 9Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418790
Flesh is tasteless, traitors betrayed us
Binary binds us, leaving them markings behind us
Finders keepers, winners losers
Movers makers, Molotov shakers
Butchers hands, now the hands of the bakers
Tinkered tailored, feeling wayward
Distant to everything you think you are
They’ve enslaved us
Sweet baby with the brutal behaviours
Scream for some saviours, decipher them signs
Hidden behind them blinds, blinkers
Thoughts to thinkers
Walking through the pain of them blisters
Brothers, Sisters
Flesh is tasteless, brutal behaviour
Flesh is tasteless, thoughts to thinkers
Flesh is tasteless, they’ve enslaved us.
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Break Down Corp Instru
[GUM7114 - 13] - 0
- 1'36
- Nadeem Shafi
- Nocturne & mystérieux. Samples & rythmique.
- interrogatif, mystérieux, boucle, discontinu, drame social [...]
Titre : Break Down Corp InstruRéférence : GUM7114 - 13Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418830
Flesh is tasteless, traitors betrayed us
Binary binds us, leaving them markings behind us
Finders keepers, winners losers
Movers makers, Molotov shakers
Butchers hands, now the hands of the bakers
Tinkered tailored, feeling wayward
Distant to everything you think you are
They’ve enslaved us
Sweet baby with the brutal behaviours
Scream for some saviours, decipher them signs
Hidden behind them blinds, blinkers
Thoughts to thinkers
Walking through the pain of them blisters
Brothers, Sisters
Flesh is tasteless, brutal behaviour
Flesh is tasteless, thoughts to thinkers
Flesh is tasteless, they’ve enslaved us.
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Ghetto Love
[GUM7114 - 10] - 0
- 2'53
- Ife Morrison
- Paroles [...] Confiant & chill-out. Chanteuse, samples & rythmique.
- chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteuse, old school, rap [...]
Titre : Ghetto LoveRéférence : GUM7114 - 10Compositeur(s): Ife MorrisonAuteur(s) : Courtney ElkinsLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418800
I love it when we’re spending time. You tell me I been on your mind. I love the way you make me feel. Cause you know what we got is real. (Ah, HA) No guarantee what we gone do. Just know that I’ll be hear for you. Your hear for me. You set me free. And it feels so good to be in love.
Love or lust, tell me what it is. Damn this man got a master plan. Came in the room consumed with his cool. Fool walk away, smile make him stay. Talk for a minute said he gone leave. Do you want go just come with me. We can go eat relax go home. No doing the nasty that would be wrong. You gone see I’m the best. Wanna be with me put the others to rest. Aint gone rush you, rush you, rush you. Want to touch you. (Really want to do it). Got respect so I’m a let you go. Till the next time that we meet again. Gone be on my mind. Damn you fine. Want you to want me more and you like a drug gotta say no.
I love it when we’re spending time. You tell me I been on your mind. I love the way you make me feel. Cause you know what we got is real. (Ah, HA) No guarantee what we gone do. Just know that I’ll be hear for you. Your hear for me. You set me free. And it feels so good to be in love.
Match made in Heaven. Seven aint lucky as me now perfect man puts it down. Aint gone clown aint gone act. Can’t compare everybody else wack. Kind of scary call me Carrie. Got knocked down fool in love like Lorenze Tate. Broads they hate. So they shake in the club. That ain’t what he like I’m enough. Rub the right places man for life. No replacing right place and moment you met me. Got a bond that they can’t see. Came on time not a second to late. Need to awaken from this dream. Know in time I’m a get my ring.
I love it when we’re spending time. You tell me I been on your mind. I love the way you make me feel. Cause you know what we got is real. (Ah, HA) No guarantee what we gone do. Just know that I’ll be hear for you. Your hear for me. You set me free. And it feels so good to be in love.
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How Many Angels
[GUM7114 - 11] - 0
- 2'35
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Sinueux & urbain. Chanteur, samples & rythmique.
- chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, rap, vocal, boucle [...]
Titre : How Many AngelsRéférence : GUM7114 - 11Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 4Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418810
Seventy thousand angels
Pulling seventy thousand reins
Falling for seventy thousand years
To never reach the bottom
Terrible curdling sounds
Integrate them together
Consume them, heat them up hard like stone
Stern and severe
Straying in evil
Hear my fury
Raging sighs
Darkening, quakening changes
Wrote its lies in millions of bastard pages
In millions of bastard pages
Life engages
The white death got me
See the death was white
White shadows haunt me
Taunt me to madness
The dragons of virtue
See the seas and the heavens at one time
It rode the stars but they collapsed within themselves
And nobody found the wealth
As it died, the spirit, it rose into the skies
And formed into clouds
And when it cries
The whole earth can feel the pain when it rains
Words of war, preservation, I will attack with aggression
Counter attack opposition
Clash, the final mission
With purpose precision
Strategic condition
Strategic condition
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Something Nothing
[GUM7113 - 2] - 0
- 2'13
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Hypnotique & mystérieux. Rappeur, samples & rythmique.
- rap, sample, drame social, mystérieux, urbain [...]
Titre : Something NothingRéférence : GUM7113 - 2Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418460
Maybe in the end it all meant nothing
But the hunger in these veins kept it all meaning something
Nothing something
All things from nothing
You bore the suffering sacrifice to bear your offspring
Spring off the suffering
Bore for the sacrifice to mean something
It means something
Some mean nothing
Can’t let that one mean nothing
From the one’s come something
Something came to one when i was close to nothing
Their telling us that we don’t see them anymore
Like we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Cos we don’t see them anymore
Nothing.
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Rough Shot
[GUM7113 - 4] - 0
- 2'26
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Suspendu & nocturne. Rappeur, samples & rythmique.
- chanteur , rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, drame social [...]
Titre : Rough ShotRéférence : GUM7113 - 4Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418480
Feel it rot, gunshot to your head what
One friend when I need one, enemy I see one
On my blood they feed on, craving lusting that taste
So I feed em
Why can’t we feed em
Power in my hands, I could heal em
So numb to their feeling
Screaming for that meaning
Thieving stealing
Colours change, keep changing,
But the outlines remain
Killing season
I can see them lying through your teeth
You don’t believe in
But in the quiets of the night, always kneeling
For them scars no healing
It’s in the sight of my eyes, all revealing
Language same but I don’t understand them
Speaking them anthems
Boogy men scare the children, stir the tantrum
Free the bird into the sky, light a lantern
In the wars find an inner sanctum
Feel it rot gunshot to your head
Another morning see you falling now you dead
Went and believed everything that you read
Who said the Devil creeps and his blood ain’t red, what
And what you got when you ain’t got a friend coz
Everything you know comes back again, and
Spending your time with them fools who ain’t men
And, can’t you see that they’re all just pretending
And can’t you see that they ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here want to leave here
Can’t you see that they’re ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here just want to leave here.
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Snake Mistake
[GUM7113 - 6] - 0
- 1'57
- Nadeem Shafi
- Paroles [...] Inquiétant & inévitable. Rappeur, samples & rythmique.
- rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , urbain [...]
Titre : Snake MistakeRéférence : GUM7113 - 6Compositeur(s): Nadeem ShafiAuteur(s) : Nadeem ShafiLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418500
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake
As the snake eats the snake
Eat this food from my hands
So we make no mistakes
In breath my brethren
We keep each other awake
As it quakes
Wipe the tears falling down the cheeks of her face
No more weeping we’ve wept
Through promising and promises unkept
Look at what to where the flocks been led
Forgiving ain’t forgetting i remember the face
We became the opposite sum
Of what we claimed to have become in this place
Naked ape spinning in space
Stripping all the vines of grapes
An arid taste
Look at what they got from what they crush
Only thing i hate is hate
I hate it so much
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake
Wasn’t it us that played
Now it’s us that slays
Ignorance wears them weary
Wearing away
Now scared to pray
Prays scared them away
But them prays never wasted
Hard when your tastebuds blemished
And your answers never tasted
That beautiful taste
Don’t let her waste
No need to follow them ways
In case
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake.
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I'm So True
[GUM7113 - 12] - 0
- 2'37
- Kevin Kali [Sacem]
- Triste & intime. Rappeur, piano, cordes & rythmique.
- chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, drame social, rap, vocal [...]
Titre : I'm So TrueRéférence : GUM7113 - 12Compositeur(s): Kevin Kali [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Abdi HendesdonLC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 3Editeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61418570
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake
As the snake eats the snake
Eat this food from my hands
So we make no mistakes
In breath my brethren
We keep each other awake
As it quakes
Wipe the tears falling down the cheeks of her face
No more weeping we’ve wept
Through promising and promises unkept
Look at what to where the flocks been led
Forgiving ain’t forgetting i remember the face
We became the opposite sum
Of what we claimed to have become in this place
Naked ape spinning in space
Stripping all the vines of grapes
An arid taste
Look at what they got from what they crush
Only thing i hate is hate
I hate it so much
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake
Wasn’t it us that played
Now it’s us that slays
Ignorance wears them weary
Wearing away
Now scared to pray
Prays scared them away
But them prays never wasted
Hard when your tastebuds blemished
And your answers never tasted
That beautiful taste
Don’t let her waste
No need to follow them ways
In case
As the snake eats the snake
Eats the snake, eats the snake.
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I Can Hear
[GUM7048 - 13] - 0
- 3'11
- Vickers, Ludovic
- Paroles [...] Hip hop. Fier & tourbillonnant. MC, piano & rythmique.
- rap, hip-hop, catchy, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : I Can HearRéférence : GUM7048 - 13Compositeur(s): Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban Tales Vol. 2Artiste : Vickers, LudovicEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61306820
I can see all their fangs, i see the way that they hang, they're tryna bring me down
I see them coming out the ends of the shade, they're tryna break me for days there's no running away, they're gonna get me now
I tell my mother i love her, i quickly bell her while i'm running for the cover, while bullets are humming strumming the rubble
I see the bullets hit the puddle
Around are these apocalyptic visions and shit, my boys are huddled but quick
I see him pull the clip out the grenade, throwing it my way, got me running out the way like it's safe
All i can say is there could've been another way, another brother slain in the
Gutter… why the suffering?
It's the gutter rain, can you hear it calling for me?
It's the gutter rain, i can hear it calling for me (x2)
I'm a child of different time, i hear the steps of the blind as they're stepping on a landmine
I hear the sensitive creak, when they underneath my feet,
All the lies that they're speak, they're all mine
And i'm here for them all day, i hear what they all say but they don't shutdown
Don't bleed the same blood, don't share the same love
They watch me from above and they beat me with the glove
Why do i recognise who i be when they wrong me? Even when they're wrong?
See i'm not you. I know you ain't who i thought you were, i was wrong to speak the truth
I should've lied like the rest, now i've got blood on my chest
I'm tryna run from the stress, I got my halo
But they still keeping me down, i ain't got much longer now
It's like this whole fucking town wants me to reload
It's the gutter rain, can you hear it calling for me?
It's the gutter rain, i can hear it calling for me
I can see all their fangs, i see the way that they hang, they're tryna bring me down
I see them coming out the ends of the shade, they're tryna break me for days there's no running away, they're gonna get me now
I tell my mother i love her, i quickly bell her while i'm running for the cover, while bullets are humming strumming the rubble
I see the bullets hit the puddle
Around are these apocalyptic visions and shit, my boys are huddled but quick
I see him pull the clip out the grenade, throwing it my way, got me running out the way like it's safe
All i can say is there could've been another way, another brother slain in the gutter… why the suffering?
It's the gutter rain, can you hear it calling for me?
It's the gutter rain, i can hear it calling for me
Can you hear the gutter?
Can you hear the gutter trickle?
Can you hear the gutter trickle in the rain?
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Hands of Time
[GUM7019 - 4] - 0
- 3'45
- The Spectre
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Tendu & mélancolique. Chanteur, piano, electronics & rythmique.
- rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , drame social [...]
Titre : Hands of TimeRéférence : GUM7019 - 4Compositeur(s): Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban TalesArtiste : The SpectreEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61106830
Is something up? I don't know then to know better
Note to self: I'm bombard with veterans
My lettering's bombastic. Infested in membranes, surrendering
Minds unpealing like a tangerine, oh
A mandarin type kung fu style. I fuck the mic up, when i talk like a raggaman
I scream, rock a magnum.
Wrecking em on the regular, then laugh at the competitors
Hexing em, I'm actual vexing em, cuz I'm from England they want to talk
And rep dagenham and shit.
Ha they must be crazy
They call me siik cuz my style's got rabies
Replica told me back in exeter you'll do fine
Keep your money on your mind, uh
But wreck the clock, I'm more superman than mister kent, clark
Can't turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Oh, it's so easy
Living in peace up in a city, in the streets called home
Just taking it slow
Just a week ago my bro ET phone home
He said mama I’m cool
Hanging out fine with the dudes, that's who
She tried to get vexed, bring up some next shit, what's next kid?
You buy a poncho you think you a mexican?
But people don't understand, they try bumping on the dream,
Hoping the scheme will die down and buried in the,
Meantime, this land means to me? it's like dynamite it's ready to blow
Ready to explode in ya face the damn moment you open it up
A phenomenon you see often on the planet we're on
And on this note, I big all the ones listening goodbye and I'll
Turn back the hands of time
Too many wanna try to get at me, to just chat breeze
In the meantime, too many rhymes, too many times, make em all say please
I get up on the mic, hit em with the right, lyrical type of shit gonna get em on the night
I kill em with the mic and drill em with the venom
If any man is stepping to me i just stop
Leave you playing whodunits with nuggets stranded all alone
With the taxman on the phone, wifey playing with another bone
This world is raw, sometimes hoping it'll give you more time.
I know I'd like some more of mine
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
Turn back the hands of time
rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , drame social, mélancolique, urbain, vocal, beat making, choriste femme, inquiétant, activité nocturne, boîte à rythme, clavier électrique, entraînant, groovy, guitare wah-wah, inexorable, programmation, rythmé, triste, rythmique, saccadé, accélération du tempo, medium
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Who I Am
[GUM7019 - 8] - 0
- 3'30
- The Spectre
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Urbain & nostalgique. Chanteur, guitare électrique, electronics & rythmique.
- actuel, beat making, rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : Who I AmRéférence : GUM7019 - 8Compositeur(s): Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban TalesArtiste : The SpectreEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61106870
come on, feel it fam
im bounce to bus up ya shit, cilit bang
im bout to run up in ya crib with a couple of grams
and a couple mans, fuck it if u cant bang
im bout to go, off the top like i know how
people tell me slow down, keep it for the showdown
im like bra, nanana, this is how i rhyme
fuk u if u cant stand it
this is for the new age, 21st century
livin muthafucka, live it for the minute muthafucka
ill get bad ba-ba-ba-bad, ba ba black sheep
leave u mad, bloody, on the muddy bloody concrete
i am all i know
believe me im a wild muthafucka
thats why i can go
ill be around for a while muthafucka
i am all i know
believe me, bruva step back please
thats why i can go
and put this bitch on her muthafuckin knees
and i can hear you tho x8
u guys all talk, but never have a need to
i been clockin bredas out, right here from this rearview
im stickin tickets on mans, taking numbers for my plan
my grand plan, im preppin up my grand slam, damn
better tell ya mans, better go and fetch ya nan
im bout drop like, saddam hussein on ya fuckin sand
but i dont have no mercy, so when i come muthafuckas shoutin redrum, like its gonna hurt me
i am all i know
believe me im a wild muthafucka
thats why i can go
ill be around for a while muthafucka
i am all i know
believe me, bruva step back please
thats why i can go
and put this bitch on her muthafuckin knees
and spit this verse right here
his palms are sweaty,
knees weak, arms are heavy
he mustve bunned that high grade from my man dem tevvy
from down south, that po chro,
that get me loco, in the chokehold
im like coconuts
im droppin bare
im droppin there,
im dropping here there and everywhere
catch me if u can, theyre on my ass, like underwear
im movin quick, shootin, stick, brick, fuck it
im packin some shit, my weapon is equipped, im duckin
stuck in, truckin, focused to fuck, bruva its nothing
gonna get in my way, im bu-bu-bu, bu-bu-bussin
so wa-wa-wa, wa-wa-wats it all about
im havin trouble figurin it out
im shiverin now, hell nah,
fuck it with that quick flo, sit down, get low
bun that sticky green, take it to the brain like afros
call my ninja jethro, get me off this death row
hip hop is retro but im a fuckin jet so, take it back
chat x 4
who i? who i?
S to the P?
you heard about me?
theres some word around me x4
actuel, beat making, rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , vocal, clavier électrique, urbain, boîte à rythme, catchy, mélancolique, programmation, rythmique, vie quotidienne, entraînant, guitare électrique, inexorable, nocturne, obstiné, rythmé, activité nocturne, aérien, agressif & violent, atmosphérique, fx delay, groovy, scandé, triste
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Keep Your Own Thing
[GUM7019 - 10] - 0
- 3'14
- The Spectre
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop. Mystérieux & inéluctable. Chanteur, guitare wah-wah, electronics & rythmique.
- rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , vocal [...]
Titre : Keep Your Own ThingRéférence : GUM7019 - 10Compositeur(s): Jérôme Cancet [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Ludovic Vickers [Sacem]LC : 27625Album: Urban TalesArtiste : The SpectreEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]ISRC : FR6Z61106890
Stay in your lane bruva, it's in your veins bruva
Come with I, look what I done, took the mile run in my stride, bright eyed,
Liquidize funds, killer rhymes run up on the mic, get ya done, done,
Flow like pun, fun, 'pon the microphone i'm having it
Run with sons of politicians in ya cabinet, attractive like a magnet, magnum force magnifying it,
Magnificient mac, smack and god damn it, and brang it, slang it so dope, they cant handle it nope,
My flow is straight mangling, yo tangled like rope, it's all cold, strangling notes imagine that
I get it checked like a tumour, rumours encircling facts, irking them raps, burglaring, murdering tracks
Leaving em burgundy, certainly fuckers have heard of me, you saying that you haven't is simply absurd to me, that's why I
Rewind time, bring new vibes, sky high with rhymes and deep line, you crews are quick to decline, bitter like some cheap wine, i serve you up like tea time,
So what you know about
Stay in your lane bruva,
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith, keep your own strength
It's in your veins bruva
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith
Aye yo it's me, introducing SP, illest muthafucka to bring the ruckus since wu tang
Who bang better than him? mans setting precedents
Matter of fact i'm straighter than denim, currently pressing like linen,
I'm ill and i know it, admitting it for a minute is imminent, minimum rhymes, forty minds to a line,
Effervescent, no aggression, well maybe some but that's a lesson to be addressed in regression
You tryna do the same but you take commiserations and yes my written rhythm will rest upon ya chest, lessons are learnt, lyrical tests are best earnt, with no stress
i tell em all
Stay in your lane bruva,
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith, keep your own strength
It's in your veins bruva
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith
Too many vultures, skulkers, poachers, hocus pocus, locusts, acting loco, chokeholding, choking throats and croaking, adding a 5 to 9 keeping…
Distorting, wars and prison wardens, orders all giving to borders, dont cry if i decide to join in the slaughter, muthafucka i'm sick
You make me crazy, Tiananmen square
To letting kids' feet run in the mud and then bare, bringing em home, and then the bedroom is laden with bare bacteria, tear in ya eye,
Bringing ya disease vigorously, oh lord please
This jesus needs us like we need him
But we get the measles and sing
Stay in your lane bruva,
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith, keep your own strength
It's in your veins bruva
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith
Stay in your lane bruva,
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith, keep your own strength
It's in your veins bruva
Mind ya own biz, keep your own thing, pray, keep your own brain, keep your own faith
rap, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , vocal, beat making, guitare twangy, synthétiseur, activité nocturne, boîte à rythme, guitare wah-wah, mystérieux, obstiné, programmation, rythmique, urbain, inexorable, inquiétant, tourmenté, aérien, atmosphérique, drame social, groovy, nocturne, rythmé, scandé, tremolo
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How That Sound
[CEV3019 - 19] -
1
- 2'27
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Male vocal. BPM 90.
- hip-hop, rap, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes [...]
Titre : How That SoundRéférence : CEV3019 - 19Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900600
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?
hip-hop, rap, urbain, beat making, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , déterminé, electro-world, fier, percussion électronique, vocal, entraînant, exotique, film d'action, lourd, musique orientale, rythmique, série contemporaine, 1990, 2000, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, groovy, homme (paroles), marchant, medium, obstiné, sample, section de cordes, version principale, vie quotidienne, ville (paroles), violon
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How That Sound
[CEV3019 - 20] - 0
- 2'28
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with an Oriental feel. Female voice. BPM 90.
- actuel, beat making, hip-hop, sample, urbain [...]
Titre : How That SoundRéférence : CEV3019 - 20Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900605
How That Sound
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.
And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl
She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.
Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.
They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.
I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.
The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.
(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?
actuel, beat making, hip-hop, sample, urbain, exotique, musique orientale, travelling, 2000, déterminé, lourd, marchant, rythmique, underscore, vie quotidienne, errant, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, film d'action, flashback, groovy, instrumental, medium, obstiné, rêveur, section de cordes, version alternative, vocal
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Last Days
[CEV3019 - 27] -
1
- 2'37
- La Fine Equipe
- Paroles [...] Pure Hip-hop. Male vocal. BPM 94.
- boucle, actuel, beat making, rap, urbain [...]
Titre : Last DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 27Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900700
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)
We living in Last Days
boucle, actuel, beat making, rap, urbain, Etats-Unis d'Amérique, fx vinyle, hip-hop, chanson et thèmes, chanté en anglais, chanteur , percussion électronique, vocal, film d'action, groovy, trompette bouchée, fx filtre, rythmique, vie quotidienne, balancement, déterminé, medium, musique (paroles), version principale
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Last Days
[CEV3019 - 28] - 0
- 1'46
- La Fine Equipe
- Instrumental Hip-hop with brass. Vinyle fx. BPM 94.
- hip-hop, nocturne, urbain, beat making, classe [...]
Titre : Last DaysRéférence : CEV3019 - 28Compositeur(s): Chomsk' [Sacem] - Daryl Parks [PRS]LC : 10347Album: Hype HopArtiste : La Fine EquipeEditeur(s) : Frederic Leibovitz Editeur [Sacem]ISRC : FRZPA0900705
Last Days
Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky
(chorus)
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
We leaving in Last Days
What you seeing is last days
A generation of lost MC's with no substance in rhymes
Telling me I'm hating, need to change with the times.
Friends telling me to dumb down lines, we can't find our own identity here in Caroline.
If you can't be them, join them, ain't that the saying bro ?
No !
I rather bore them with a Ill ass flow.
Take the next man's creative ability for my own jam and smother mines
Well I'll be Damned
If you want to know how life is check out the music.
It's like vinyl siding replace bricks.
Legends who been rhyming now use bullshit to crutch
so they're own hands keep they're own career's in a clutch.
Radio I listen not much, minds it never touch, only ass and cash
Here today and then they gone fast.
All you hear is nigga's run up in your home.
Tie your fam up and then they taking all that you own.
Steel up in your face like man give it up,
but if you broke as they are you still getting shot up.
I can't find a J-O-B to feed my family
Pray to G-O-D then I grad the M-I-C.
From hurricanes to strong winds and rain
To the once promising brother who change to a nigga brain.
Petifiles walk around on playgrounds and schools
Bobbie trapping kids with candy, but need a blood pool.
Give me a book, some faith, and ah inner look.
Bless my soul, I attend rock shows.
Man flipped out and killed his coworkers, turn the gun on himself and said he's beyond help.
Mother strangled her kids and put them in the trunk.
Where's the love at and athletes stay drunk.
Gas price sky high
I wonder why ?
Is it my turn or your turn to die.
Yo out the question I'm the fire that's burning down to the maze
God witness cause I see all the last days
I'm intelligent wise, I keep it in surprise
It ain't my turn, it's your turn to die nigga
(repeat)
We living in Last Days
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Spring Ended
[GUM7165 - 7] -
1
- 2'28
- Kévin Bui, Gabriel Chemin Crozet, Fabien Gaetan
- Paroles [...] Urbain, patient & indolent. Synthé, chanteur, auto-tune & rythmique.
- auto-tune, cloud rap, urbain, chill trap, indolent [...]
Titre : Spring EndedRéférence : GUM7165 - 7Compositeur(s): Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien GaetanAuteur(s) : Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan - Julien JaubertLC : 27625Album: Purple GhostEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]
I keep you home still
cause it isWild out there
Raise your chin I made
peaceWith what brought you
thereCaution with the
clockwork till ain’t going back no flavors no flavors no colorsIm not tripping
Im just going in
quietEmbracing your life
putting a good taste on itLearning the ways my ways
never looking back on itThey don’t want to know
the secretWhy death be rolling me
backlet’s be audacious
Let’s just see the light
one more time x4Could you just tell me please
How it is up thereMaybe i pray from fear
Spring ended real quick X3Digging hard to feel joy these funerals sometimes it feels like my soul
just ain’t tunable
auto-tune, cloud rap, urbain, chill trap, indolent, patient, paysage urbain, percussion électronique, synthétiseur, actuel, chanteur , drame social, lourd, mélancolique, mystérieux, nocturne, rêveur, investigation, rythmique, sensuel, chanté en anglais, lent, mal-être / folie (paroles) , percutant, version principale, vocal
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Spring Ended - Instrumental
[GUM7165 - 19] - 0
- 2'26
- Kévin Bui, Gabriel Chemin Crozet, Fabien Gaetan
- Urbain, patient & indolent. Synthé & rythmique.
- chill trap, urbain, indolent, patient, paysage urbain [...]
Titre : Spring Ended - InstrumentalRéférence : GUM7165 - 19Compositeur(s): Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien GaetanAuteur(s) : Kévin Bui - Gabriel Chemin Crozet - Fabien Gaetan - Julien JaubertLC : 27625Album: Purple GhostEditeur(s) : GUM Collections [Sacem]
I keep you home still
cause it isWild out there
Raise your chin I made
peaceWith what brought you
thereCaution with the
clockwork till ain’t going back no flavors no flavors no colorsIm not tripping
Im just going in
quietEmbracing your life
putting a good taste on itLearning the ways my ways
never looking back on itThey don’t want to know
the secretWhy death be rolling me
backlet’s be audacious
Let’s just see the light
one more time x4Could you just tell me please
How it is up thereMaybe i pray from fear
Spring ended real quick X3Digging hard to feel joy these funerals sometimes it feels like my soul
just ain’t tunable
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Fucks on zero feat. Mr. J. [...]
[NOW099 - 5]
- 0
- 3'07
- FORM
- Urbain, urgent & rythmé. Break @ 0'38. Rappeur, chanteur, synthé & rythmique.
- chanteur , paysage urbain, rap, urbain, contemporary soul [...]
Titre : Fucks on zero feat. Mr. J. MedeirosRéférence : NOW099 - 5Compositeur(s): Aksel Bahouche [Sacem] - Hausmane Jamaleddin [Sacem] - Adrien Vincent [Sacem]Auteur(s) : Jason MedeirosAlbum: FORM - C.W.T.Artiste : FORMFeaturing : Mr. J MedeirosEditeur(s) : Nowadays Records [Sacem] - On And On
I keep you home still
cause it isWild out there
Raise your chin I made
peaceWith what brought you
thereCaution with the
clockwork till ain’t going back no flavors no flavors no colorsIm not tripping
Im just going in
quietEmbracing your life
putting a good taste on itLearning the ways my ways
never looking back on itThey don’t want to know
the secretWhy death be rolling me
backlet’s be audacious
Let’s just see the light
one more time x4Could you just tell me please
How it is up thereMaybe i pray from fear
Spring ended real quick X3Digging hard to feel joy these funerals sometimes it feels like my soul
just ain’t tunable
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White Door
[NOW089 - 1]
- 0
- 3'08
- Kultur
- Paroles [...] Confiant, urbain & lumineux. Trap @ 1'51. Chanteur rap, voix de femme samplée, synthé & [...]
- lumineux, percussion électronique, rap, urbain, arty [...]
Titre : White DoorRéférence : NOW089 - 1Compositeur(s): Ismael Dabo [Sacem]Album: Kultur - White DoorArtiste : KulturEditeur(s) : Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Yo
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drunk off emotions, you were like the reason I would drown in the ocean
Searching for a message in a bottle, I can open it
In it were the coordinates of something that even resembles you
Fool me once, fool me twice, yeah I've been a fool
I will battle giant squid, octopi with tentacles
if that will set you free of any doubts
raining all that a love on a me
No, I'm not a six feet tall
lumineux, percussion électronique, rap, urbain, arty, atmosphérique, catchy, chanté en anglais, confiant, déterminé, lourd, paysage urbain, rythmique, synthétiseur, trap, beat making, chanteur , mode, constant, entraînant, obstiné, people, percutant, rêveur, rythmé, voix de femme samplée, instrumental, medium, version principale
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Trenches
[BIB097 - 5] -
3
- 3'00
- Scott Dudley [BMI], Corey English, Emmery Williams [BMI]
- Paroles [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern electronic beats, cool [...]
- paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air [...]
Titre : TrenchesRéférence : BIB097 - 5Compositeur(s): Scott Dudley [BMI] - Corey English - Emmery Williams [BMI]LC : 50141Album: Swag Female PopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Now I’m tired of being polite...
For the moment ya just not my type..
So depressing ya Harsh on the eyes
I realize, dis ain’t what i like...
And I’m sure that you’re sick of my shit..
Not sure why ya settle for dis...
We been cruisin a sick rollercoaster
Smile like we suppose-ta,
Pain on da brain....
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...
Gettin tired of da tango...
And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...
Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...
(Ok?!)
Don’t even care about da stench...
(Ok?!)
I’m fighting niggas at da fence...
You good at ducking in a pinch...
Be a sucka and try to relax,
Keep acting like it’ll just pass,
Try to lie, But you want my attention
Can’t ya just listen,
Taps on the phone...
No trust from the dusk until dawn,
(Until dawn)
I awake to the same fuckin’ song,
(Same fuckin’ song)
My guess is I’m dry from the tension
Yawn when ya mention,
I’ve got a tone...
I think it’s time we let dis thing go...
Gettin tired of da tango...
And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...
Cause everybody in da streets know...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...
(Ok?!)
Don’t even care about da stench...
(Ok?!)
I’m fighting niggas at da fence...
You good at ducking in a pinch...
damn...
Full disclosure at beginning
Trying to make you bring that foxhole closer
So I could duck [or dive] in it and bust from it
Like good soldiers wasn't long before
I reenlisted several reasons not needing to be specific
The combat just seemed addictive
As hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive
If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water boarding my henchman.
I'm at attention
Salute I commander she chiefing all about face was we beefing?
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...
(Ok?!)
Don’t even care about da stench...
(Ok?!)
I’m fighting niggas at da fence...
You good at ducking in a pinch...
Yeah We at war, you in da trench...
(Ok?!)
Don’t even care about da stench...
(Ok?!)
I’m fighting niggas at da fence...
You good at ducking in a pinch...
damn...
paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air, pub, R' & B', catchy, chanteuse, confiant, entraînant, lourd, obstiné, rap, street sports, actuel, chanté en anglais, chanteur , constant, déterminé, mode, percussion électronique, pop song, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, East Coast, groovy, percutant, medium, version principale, vocal
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Trenches - Clean version
[BIB097 - 18] - 0
- 3'00
- Scott Dudley [BMI], Corey English, Emmery Williams [BMI]
- Paroles [...] Swagger, attitude, strong. Alternative clean edit. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern [...]
- paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air [...]
Titre : Trenches - Clean versionRéférence : BIB097 - 18Compositeur(s): Scott Dudley [BMI] - Corey English - Emmery Williams [BMI]LC : 50141Album: Swag Female PopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air, pub, R' & B', catchy, chanteuse, confiant, entraînant, lourd, obstiné, rap, street sports, actuel, chanté en anglais, chanteur , constant, déterminé, mode, percussion électronique, pop song, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, East Coast, groovy, percutant, medium, version alternative, vocal
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Trenches - Instrumental
[BIB097 - 19] - 0
- 3'00
- Scott Dudley [BMI], Corey English, Emmery Williams [BMI]
- Swagger, attitude, strong. Instrumental underscore version. Brooding, determined brass stabs with modern [...]
- paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air [...]
Titre : Trenches - InstrumentalRéférence : BIB097 - 19Compositeur(s): Scott Dudley [BMI] - Corey English - Emmery Williams [BMI]LC : 50141Album: Swag Female PopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air, pub, catchy, confiant, entraînant, lourd, obstiné, street sports, underscore, actuel, constant, déterminé, mode, percussion électronique, R' & B', rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, East Coast, groovy, percutant, instrumental, medium, version alternative
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Trenches - 30 Sec
[BIB097 - 20] - 0
- 0'30
- Scott Dudley [BMI], Corey English, Emmery Williams [BMI]
- Swagger, attitude, strong. Confident female vocals with brooding, determined brass stabs, modern [...]
- paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air [...]
Titre : Trenches - 30 SecRéférence : BIB097 - 20Compositeur(s): Scott Dudley [BMI] - Corey English - Emmery Williams [BMI]LC : 50141Album: Swag Female PopEditeur(s) : Bibliotheque Music LTD [PRS]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
paysage urbain, urbain, attitude, people, plein air, pub, R' & B', catchy, chanteuse, confiant, entraînant, lourd, obstiné, pop song, rap, street sports, actuel, chanté en anglais, chanteur , constant, déterminé, mode, percussion électronique, rythmé, rythmique, synthétiseur, East Coast, groovy, percutant, 30 s, medium, version alternative
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Hologram Lo' - Rov Or Benz ( [...]
[NOW087 - 1]
- 0
- 2'56
- Everydayz, Hologram Lo'
- Urbain, lourd & en suspens. Chant rap, synthé, voix pitchée & rythmique.
- arty, lourd, paysage urbain, percutant, rap [...]
Titre : Hologram Lo' - Rov Or Benz ( Everydayz Remix )Référence : NOW087 - 1Album: Everydayz - De la pure Came, vol. 1Artiste : Everydayz - Hologram Lo'Editeur(s) : Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
arty, lourd, paysage urbain, percutant, rap, synthétiseur, urbain, atmosphérique, attitude, beat making, catchy, chanté en français, drame social, entraînant, interrogatif, nocturne, organique electro, percussion électronique, rythmique, chanteur , en suspens, obstiné, rythmé, voix pitchée, constant, insidieux, saccadé, instrumental, lent, medium, version principale
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Nobu (Ft. Grems _ 20syl)
[NOW081 - 4]
- 0
- 2'39
- La Fine Equipe
- Catchy, tourbillonnant & urbain. Chant rap avec auto-tune, synthé & rythmique.
- arty, auto-tune, catchy, paysage urbain, percutant [...]
Titre : Nobu (Ft. Grems _ 20syl)Référence : NOW081 - 4Compositeur(s): Mathieu Gibert [Sacem] - Vincent Leibovitz [Sacem] - Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Oogo [Sacem]Album: La Fine Equipe - 5th SeasonArtiste : La Fine EquipeFeaturing : 20syl - GremsEditeur(s) : Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
arty, auto-tune, catchy, paysage urbain, percutant, plein air, rap, atmosphérique, beat making, chanté en français, chanteur , entraînant, hypnotique, organique electro, percussion électronique, rythmique, synthétiseur, tourbillonnant, trap, travelling, urbain, déterminé, drame social, mode, nocturne, obstiné, rythmé, urgent, clubbing, investigation, medium, rapide, version principale, vocal
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What Eva (feat Mr. J. [...]
[NOW081 - 7]
- 0
- 2'47
- La Fine Equipe
- Rythmé, urbain & urgent. Chant rap, synthé & rythmique.
- chanteur , lourd, rap, urbain, chanté en anglais [...]
Titre : What Eva (feat Mr. J. Medeiros)Référence : NOW081 - 7Compositeur(s): Mathieu Gibert [Sacem] - Vincent Leibovitz [Sacem] - Pascal Luvisi [Sacem] - Oogo [Sacem]Album: La Fine Equipe - 5th SeasonArtiste : La Fine EquipeFeaturing : Mr. J MedeirosEditeur(s) : Nowadays Records [Sacem]
Now I’m tired of being polite...For the moment ya just not my type..So depressing ya Harsh on the eyesI realize, dis ain’t what i like...And I’m sure that you’re sick of my...Not sure why ya settle for dis...We been cruisin a sick rollercoasterSmile like we suppose-ta,Pain on da brain....I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Be a sucka and try to relax,Keep acting like it’ll just pass,Try to lie, But you want my attentionCan’t ya just listen,Taps on the phone...No trust from the dusk until dawn,(Until dawn)I awake to the same song,(Same song)My guess is I’m dry from the tensionYawn when ya mention,I’ve got a tone...I think it’s time we let dis thing go...Gettin tired of da tango...And I don’t care bout what dey say yo...Cause everybody in da streets know...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...Full disclosure at beginning tryna make you bring that foxhole closer. So I could duck in it and bust from it like good soldiers wasn't long before I reenlisted- several reasons not needing to be specific the combat just seemed addictive as hard as we fight the relief efforts are more extensive. If you ever hear "I-ran" she was water-boarding my henchman. I'm at attention salute - I command-er she chiefing all about face was we beefing?Final hook:Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...Yeah We at war, you in da trench...(Ok?!)Don’t even care about da stench...(Ok?!)I’m fighting at da fence...You good at ducking in a pinch...damn...
