Thievery Corporation 'Le monde'
Je pense bien que le monde est calculé
Je pense bien que tout est encadré
Que nos pensées sont tracées dans l'air auparavant
Et tu crois que la derniere prise
Elle a mis du temps à ta douleur
Ouvre les yeux le monde change
Ah oui je sais qu'un jour
Ah oui je sais qu'un jour
Pour voir plus clair
Tu dois oublier tous les mensonges
Ah le monde change, le monde change
Soulage ton coeur, soulage ton ame
Ah le monde change
Et tu crois que la derniere prise
Elle a mis du temps à ta douleur
Ta douleur, ta douleur
Demain est une autre sortie
Ca fait mal à dire mais j'ai peur, j'ai peur, j'ai peur
Ah le monde change, le monde change
Soulage ton coeur, soulage ton âme
Ah le monde change, le monde change
Wyzwolenie...
Jego strach
Jego śmierć i cierpienie
Będą Twoim wyzwoleniem
By więcej mieć niczego nie omijasz
Potrafisz tylko walczyć i zabijać
Twa droga wiedzie zawsze prosto,
prosto
To jest najważniejsze
Jeszcze wierzysz w to
To jest najważniejsze
Jeszcze wierzysz w to
Przed siebie idziesz i zabijasz
Nic nie czując w serce sztylet wbijasz
Lady Makbet - jedna z tysięcy
Ty - Lady Makbet o brudnych rękach
Chcesz więcej, więcej, chcesz ciągle więcej
Byle więcej, więcej, za każdą cenę
Byle więcej, więcej, więcej niż masz
Więcej, więcej, więcej niż On ci dał
Więcej, więcej, więcej niż cały świat
Więcej!
Ale kiedyś dowiesz się kim jesteś
W samej sobie nie zabijesz człowieka
Krwawy ślad odpędzi sen daleko
Będzie w twej pamięci, na zawsze przetrwa
Już na zawsze plama na Twoich rękach
Na Twoich rękach
Na Twoich rękach
Na Twoich rękach
Na Twoich rękach
No release now
No release now
No release now
No release now
Pain and death
Hate and fear and despair
Wait for you when you get there
You have no mercy in your lust for power
You fight and kill and trample on the flowers
Still pushing forward
Wanting more and more and more
This is your direction
This is your belief
This is your direction
This is your belief
You don't look back on love that you destroyed
You break their hearts and throw into the void
Lady Macbeth - you're not the only one
Lady Macbeth - with stained hands
Lady Macbeth - you're giving only pain
Lady Macbeth - takes more everyday
More and more and more than he could give
More and more and more - no matter price
More and more and more than all the world
Still more!
Some day soon you'll stand before the mirror
And you'll realize that you're lonely
You'll be left with bloody nightmares only
All the faces from the past will haunt you
And no water will remove this stain
From your trembling hands
your trembling hands
This is very very intelligent Polish hip-hop 😉
Aah, aah 600 V dzieciaku.
I ty dziewczynko, zmieñ mnie w czyn to. Tak, jedziemy z tym bausem, tak?
Sztachnij siê hahaha
Znielub mnie jeszcze bardziej, a i zrób to tak: raz, dwa uh uh ya
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
S 600, ha³as, morda, jointy , co ty kurwa wiesz o jointach, wielkie yo, bejs entertejment, merctedes S600 bejbe, ej rusz ten kro... spejder dj, rusz na parkiecie wszystkie cizie, aach, chcê to widzieæ, uuh, je je je jest imprezka, tak to idzie, yo, je je je jest imprezka, je je je jest imprezka, je je je jest imprezka, do szóstej rano nie mo¿emy przestaæ, te-kreska, de-kreska, E-kreska, kreska, imprezka tutaj jest, tak, wie wie wie wie wiesz jak, jest extra, extra...
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
Morda, dosyæ lamentów, teraz Tede z Est Endu, ha³as. 12 piêter, es sende block, mok, ten mikrofon to block.
Ekipa z niebieskiego d¿ipa, 600 Fa³, jest imprezka wypas, trudno to robiæ, lubimy popiæ, wiesz o co chodzi dziewczynko? Bywa...
Przyszed³ sms, tak, zio... zio... zio... zio... ziomu¶ jest imprezka. Zawsze i wszêdzie we wszystkich miejscach gor±cych yeah ekipê rozkrêca, 600 va³, nowa szeœæsetka, masz zaproszenie na bledka, czytaj ta-ble-tka plus to, plus filter, ca³a reszta, krêcmy t± imprê.
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
Z WWA ludzie s¹ tu, za ca³ej Polski ludzie s¹ tu, Polska ca³a, ha³as, ooo 600 voltów.
A có¿ to za postaæ przemyka po ulicach? Tu spojrzy, tam zajrzy, on nie jest z naszej bran¿y.
A có¿ to za postaæ przemyka po ulicach? Tu spojrzy, tam zajrzy... O! k**a to policja!
Yo, zwijamy nasz¹ imprezkê, pozdro 600, pozdro 600, pozdro 600...
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
(woof, woof, woof, woof)
When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
And everybody havin' a ball (Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo)
I tell the fellas "... start the name callin'..." (Yippie Yi Yo)
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
I see ya' little speed boat head up our coast
She really want to skip town
Get back off me, beast off me
Get back you flea infested monger
I'm gonna tell (Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo)
To any girls calling them canine (Yippie, Yi, Yo)
Tell the dummy "Hey Man, It's part of the Party!" (Yippie Yi, Yo)
You fetch a women in front and her mans behind (Yippie, Yi, Yo)
Her bone runs out now
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Say, A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone
All doggy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
A doggy is nuttin' if he don't have a bone
All doggy hold ya' bone, all doggy hold it
Wait for y'all my dogs, the party is on
I gotta get my girl I got my myind on
Do you see the rays comin' from my eye
What could you be friend
That Benji man that's breakin' them down?
Me and My white short shorts
And I can't seek a lot, any canine will do
I'm figurin' that's why they call me faithful
'Cause I'm the man of the land
When they see me they do... ah-ooooo (howl)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)
This thread becoming 'Sing along with Suzie' 😖
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Would have entered me lightly
Restoring my blisses
Who would have known
That a boy like him
After sharing my core
Would stay going nowhere
Who would have known
A beauty this immense
Who would have known
A saintly trance
Who would have known
Miraculous breath
To inhale a beard
Loaded with courage
Who would have known
That a boy like him
Possessed of magical
Sensitivity
Would approach a girl like me
Who caresses cradles his head
In a bosom
He slides inside
Half awake, half asleep
We faint back
Into sleephood
When I wake up
The second time
In his arms
Gorgeousness
He's still inside me
Who would have known
Who ahhh
Who would have known
A train of pearls
Cabin by cabin
Is shot precisely
Across an ocean
From a mouth
From a
From the mouth
Of a girl like me
To a boy
To a boy
To a boy
Come on!
Uggh!
Come on, although ya try to discredit
Ya still never edit
The needle, I'll thread it
Radically poetic
Standin' with the fury that they had in '66
And like E-Double I'm mad
Still knee-deep in the system's shit
Hoover, he was a body remover
I'll give ya a dose
But it'll never come close
To the rage built up inside of me
Fist in the air, in the land of hypocrisy
Movements come and movements go
Leaders speak, movements cease
When their heads are flown
'Cause all these punks
Got bullets in their heads
Departments of police, the judges, the feds
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
You know they went after King
When he spoke out on Vietnam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
Yeah!
Yeah, back in this...
Wit' poetry, my mind I flex
Flip like Wilson, vocals never lackin' dat finesse
Whadda I got to, whadda I got to do to wake ya up
To shake ya up, to break the structure us
'Cause blood still flows in the gutter
I'm like takin' photos
Mad boy kicks open the shutter
Set the groove
Then stick and move like I was Cassius
Rep the stutter step
Then bomb a left upon the fascists
Yea, the several federal men
Who pulled schemes on the dream
And put it to an end
Ya better beware
Of retribution with mind war
20/20 visions and murals with metaphors
Networks at work, keepin' people calm
Ya know they murdered X
And tried to blame it on Islam
He turned the power to the have-nots
And then came the shot
Uggh!
What was the price on his head?
What was the price on his head!
I think I heard a shot
I think I heard, I think I heard a shot
'Black nationalism'
'He may be a real contender for this position should he
abandon his supposed obediance to white liberal doctrine
of non-violence...and embrace black nationalism'
'Through counter-intelligence it should be possible to
pinpoint potential trouble-makers...'
'And neutralise them'
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
"How long? Not long, 'cause what you reap is what you sow."
See the way the wind blows
Lives are intertwined
Watch the way the world goes
The man deals out our plight
Jester in the corner
Laughs without a sound
Jester in the corner
Malady abounds
In our souls
See the way the sun sets
Twilight of this life
The man is making little bets
Playing with our lives
All that I believe now
Anything is possible
A simple explanation
For the evil in this world
And in our souls
In our souls
Come down to sorry and sable
It's always the man
Always keeping you down
Bow down cause I see it before me
Shadow and light
That always keeps you running
Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man
Shut up you talk too much
Look at you and your struggle for freedom
But you ain't nothing
We all pay the man for living
Wouldn't it be nice for a change now
To be unchained
My life is for me now
But this is life
Pay the man
Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man
Shut up you talk too much
Pay the man