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Triumph


Wu-Tang Clan f/ Cappadonna



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers
This love, this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

[Inspectah Deck]
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
And hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
Mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you through the future see millenium
Killa Bees sold fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, queen bees ease the guns in
Rumblin patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow, swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds, I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

[Method Man]
As the world turns, I spread like germ
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learned
It's my testament that does burn
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
On foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
And A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped and they trying to twist my big cap
It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood clot?
We smoke pot and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

[Cappadonna]
I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loop my voice on the LP, Martini on the slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted
My deadly notes reign supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
Catalogues for all y'all that all praise to the Gods

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

[U-God]
Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For Judgement Day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring kings

[The RZA]
Watch for the wooden soldiers, c-cipher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
To the top of your cerebellum cortex
Make you feel like you bustin off from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle, clog up your bloodstream
Hot terminal like Grand Central Station
Program fat basslines on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation

[GZA/Genius]
War of the masses, the outcome disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back received penalties for the axe
Another heart is torn as close ones mourn
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

[Masta Killa]
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The High Chief Jemel Irief takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo Yo Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Pumas on my man's rag
Codeine was tossed in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches over heard you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one, sound convincing
Thousand dollar court by convention, hands like Sonny Liston
Get fly permission, hold the fuck up
I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
It's me, black NOBLE DREW ALI
Came to trees, we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst split the megahertz

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk
Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk
Swift notarizer, blew Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gang adviser, world tranquilizer
Adjust the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one draft pick
Sit down to beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor flex the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala
Max mostly, undivided, then slide it, sickening
Guaranteed to make 'em jump like Rod Strickland

[meltemi]

Προτιμάμε Κότσιρα Αλέξανδρε αλλά τί να λέει 

[λήθη]

Ιmpossible

Wu-Tang Clan f/ Tekitha


[RZA]     Yo... check check it
[Tekitha] You can never defeat
[RZA]     Yo check the method of this shit right here one time
[Tekitha] The Gods
[RZA]     Sparkin your braincells to the upmost
[Tekitha] Impossible
[RZA]     Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded
[Tekitha] You can never defeat
[RZA]     You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas
[Tekitha] The Gods
[RZA]     Yo, yo

[RZA]
Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant
The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams
Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen
everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere
Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp
At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
Electric microbes, all body clothes
Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
Testin poison in prison population
My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article
was diabolical to the last visible molecule
A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron

[U-God]
United Nations, gun fire style patient
Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit
Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit
Dreams is free in escape of sleep
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
the whole Babylon, times up, move on
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
opposed through the gate, case closed
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
and attack, never fear cause our words is clear
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care
Cause the last days and times are surely here
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones
Divine minds bind, we unified as one
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt

Chorus: Tekitha
For you to defeat, the Gods
Impossible, you can never... defeat
The Gods, impossible
For you to defeat, the Gods

[Ghostface Killah]
Call an ambulance, Jammie been shot, word to Kemit
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jammie, don't start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten

Outro: Raekwon and Tekitha
Now what my man is trying to tell y'all
Is that across the whole globe (you can never)
The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)
So at the same time, when you play with guns
When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)
That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)
You hear me, so let's pay attention
Straight up and down, cause this is only a story
From the real

[λήθη]

Little Ghetto Boys


Wu-Tang Clan f/ Cappadonna


Intro:
[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within
[RZA]     Word up, niggaz is stupid
[Cappa]   Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops
[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son
[RZA]     Huh?  Fuck them cops
[Ghost]   Word
[Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz
[Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table
[Ghost]   Like this
[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty
[RZA]     Yo
[Ghost]   I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind
[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale*
[Ghost]   think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn
[RZA]     Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck
*cop's walkie talkie is heard*
[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang
[RZA]     other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga
*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*
[Method]  Aiyyo you got a light?
[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?
[Method]  Oh shit
[Raekwon] For what?  For what?
[Method]  Jiggy
[THE PIG] Could you please put that out?
[Raekwon] For what?  I ain't puttin..
[THE PIG] Put the shit out now!
[Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!!
[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!
*everything gets chaotic*
[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!
[Rakeem]  The fuckin bitch?  Get that bitch!
[Raekwon] Slap fire out!
[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no
[Raekwon] Get your shit right
[THE PIG] Get what?
[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word
*music fades in*
"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"
[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich
[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

[Raekwon]
Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go
Why you standin there?  Posin you like Donna Karan wear
Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year
You be runnin with them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders
Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo
You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said
Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter
It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me
"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me
Yo that shit you had in Vegas
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor
Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan
Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on
Octavia with all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life
Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been
for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her
Shit is fucked up when they got us yo
She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown
"..face responsiblity"
She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"

[Cappadonna]
Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real song
When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver
This is not a act this is more actual fact
Nuttin but experience placed upon track
with the true sound, not lyin out the crown
When we not workin we hardly be around
Yeah see the light, right now we could fight
You not a real brother you just a fake type
that get on the mic then, throw your cliche
Half the East coast soundin just like Rae
If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow
If you not a part of this kid act like you know
Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state
I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you
If you want some then stop frontin is the issue
It's my turn, live niggaz could pass
Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last
Straight off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet
I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
 What you gonna do when you grow up..."

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets
 What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"

[kung fu sample]
One is invulnerable, in fact
it involves strenuous breath control
Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult
The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal
The remainder, paralyzing

[λήθη]

The City

Wu-Tang Clan (Inspectah Deck)


[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]
That's black?
        Whattup God?
Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga?  Word?
*blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!!  Yo!
        Hold the fuck up

Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)
Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)
Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)
Fuckin with me, and mine
Murderous

[Inspectah Deck]
Check it, yo
The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city
The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy
My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone
Label them my anus and the casualty's home
It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade
ride the wave like Frankie Avalon
As I decipher AIDS crime pays
The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs
before I bomb firearm
The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster
He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster
Composer was shook
I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke
Deep throat this murder I wrote
The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure
By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted dead or alive
Rebel I escapes across the desert sand
leavin no footprints to trace
Keep a war face, in your place
Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks
I still shine in shady times

Yeah, yo
We livin just enough (livin just enough)
Just enough (in the ci-ty)
Just enough, for the ci-ty

Yo, in the jungle
I make moves like Iron Monkey
Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns
Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs
Know the science be my Goddess
The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence
And break the project silence, a vision
This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison
Before we're all goners, now embrace the world
for the world war is ocean bomber
Visionary soldier comma
My code of honor, mind still start from the drama
Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror
Military chopper come gun down the slum
The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come
Mentally aware I see truth within the square
The future's here catch me on computer software
Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official
It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through
Like Nat Turner create a spectacle
I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils

We livin just enough
Just enough
Just enough
For the ci-ty

Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu

[Greg..]

Wu respect..

[λήθη]

7th Chamber

Wu-Tang Clan

[Intro:]
*sounds of fighting*
[M]- Method Man
[R]- Raekwon
[G]- Ghostface Killah
[Ug]- U-God

[M] Yo what I'm sayin, come on man?
[R] Yo Meth, hold up, hold up
Yo Meth, where my Killah tape at ya?
First of all, where my--
Where the fuck is my tape at?
[M] Yo son I ain't got that peace son
[R] How you ain't go my shit,
When I let you hold it man
[M] Yo niggas came over to have 40 and blunts kid
The shit just came on motion man
[R] Come on man, that don't got nothin to do with my shit man
Come on, go head with that shit
[M] Come on man, I'll buy you 4 more fuckin Killah tapes man
*knock knock*
[R] Open the door man, what the fuck, man, yo what
What's up
[G] Yo yo, God, word is bond, yo, Shymeek just go bust in his head
Two times God [word to mother]
Real life God, you know Shymeek from fuckin 212 [yeah yeah yea]
The nigga just got bust, niggas in the Black Land, god
Word is bond, came thru God from out of nowhere, God
Word is bond, I'm comin to get my coat to Cypher, god
And it just--, word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off
The nigga layin there like a fuckin new born fuckin baby God
[M] Is he dead? [word up]
[G] Is he fuckin dead, what the fuck you mean is he fuckin dead god
What kind of question is that B, what the fuck you think?
The nigga layin there with this fuckin all types of fuckin blood
Comin out of his--
[Ug] Is, is a, is he dead?
[G] Yo God, whats up God, it's the God, god, word is bond
I'm waitin to fuckin late, i'm ready to get busy
[R] Let's go do- let's go do what we gotta do right fuck it
[Ug] What's up yo, yo we out or what?
[G] It's the god ya, fuck that
We out, got a problem man
What the fuck
[Ug] Nigga still sweatin
[G] What the fuck is you talkin about man, get the fuck outta here
[R] Corn

[Intro: Raekwon (Method Man)]
(Take that motherfucker)
{WHAT? WHAT?
GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!}
{Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz}
Word to the Camouflauge Large niggaz
(Niggaz fuckin my body)
Bring that fuckin meth in here
(Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain
and yo, set it off)

[Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN (down)
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks
Aight?  I kick it like a Night Flight!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what?  Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it

[Method Man]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA!  Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, Tical
The FUCK you wanna do?  For this micpiece du'
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the Ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls
So who's the fuckin man?  Meth-Tical
On the chessbox

   [Kung Fu sample]
   *sounds of fighting*
   "Wu-Tang style"

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear
The Scooby Doo, I pop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for murderin the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode

[Ghostface Killah]
Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw!  I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo!  Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave

[RZA]
Yo
Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong winds up against your
Abbott, that run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics

   [Kung Fu sample]
   *sounds of fighting*
   "Wu-Tang style"

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior?  Killer?  Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS! 
Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE

   [Kung Fu sample]
   *sounds of fighting*
   "Wu-Tang style"

[GZA]
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Masta Killa
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow!  Now it's all over
Niggaz seein pink hearts, yellow moons
Orange stars and green clovers


θυμασαι?

[mendelita]

Cecilia Κότσιρας πάουααα!!

[mendelita]

Είμαι καλά - Ησαϊας Ματιάμπα

Κλείνω τα μάτια μου σφιχτά
και στα όνειρά μου μέσα τρέχω να σε βρω
συνέχεια χάνεσαι σαν ξωτικό
κι εγώ να σε προφτάσω δεν μπορώ

Μα ξαφνικά σε νιώθω δίπλα μου ξανά
όλα αλλάζουν, όλα μοιάζουν γιορτινά

Είμαι καλά και σ' αγαπώ
απόψε άνοιξα πανιά
κι έχω μαζί μου τον καιρό
Είμαι καλά και σ' αγαπώ
με την δική σου μυρωδιά
τρέχω στους δρόμους τραγουδώ
Είμαι καλά, είμαι καλά

Κοιτάζω γύρω μου κρυφά
μήπως και τα δικά σου ίχνη ξαναβρώ
ένα κουβάρι γίναν όλα
και εγώ να βρω την άκρη δεν μπορώ

[Greg..]

7th Chamber

Wu-Tang Clan


θυμασαι?

Enter The Wu-tang Clan, εννοείται..!

[λήθη]

εννοω το κομματι του ODB με τα κοκκινα!

[Greg..]

εεεε ναι.. το κατάλαβα.. τα σπάει..!

[λήθη]

ναι
εννοω που το τραγουδουσαμε

Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior?  Killer?  Slicin shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH

[xenia]

Hopelessly Devoted to You
Olivia Newton-John

Guess mine is not the first heart broken,
my eyes are not the first to cry I'm not the first to know,
there's just no gettin' over you
Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around
and wait for you
But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else
for me to do I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying "fool, forget him",
my heart is saying "don't let go"
Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you
But now there's nowhere to hide,
since you pushed my love aside I'm not in my head,
hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you,
hopelessly devoted to you