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Black Belt South Coyotes
06:10
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I’ve seen the line entre mesura y los excesos
Me hace olvidar la normativa a aplicar
Un, dos, tres y luego siete
Qué raro cómo se sienten
Tarros fríos y al rato mil líos que no mienten
Dame más hoy
Sin medir la ración
La dosis para llegar más lejos
Dame más hoy
Sin medir la ración
Hasta que no sepa quién soy
Estando en el bar entre mesura y los excesos
Me hace olvidar la normativa a aplicar
Un, dos, tres y luego siete
Qué raro cómo se sienten
Tarros fríos y al rato mil líos que no mienten
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Falling down
Begging pain
I’ve felt so proud to be in this jail
I wanna starve
Kill my gut
Write my name
In walls of pubs
I hadn’t seen hairless seals
Whoaa
Deixei para trás
A minha própria paz
Mudei de cor
E de estação
Eu fui pro mar
Do meu coração
E consegui
A motivação
Me joguei
E a achei
Whoaa
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3. |
Back In Time
04:45
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Back in time
The flow was fine
A lack of chains, bless my veins
But that’s another time
Time that still remains
Back in time
My soul was fine
And without a plan
I had a chance
To live without a promised land
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4. |
Fragile Days
03:28
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Turn your back now, swallow pain
Walk around my house sideways
Smoke your thoughts out, hide your face
Growing anger in fragile days
Hit the wall hard
You drift away and feel so anxious
Tear your heart out
And start again
Are you going fast enough?
Tired of running without hope?
Serve your needs now, dig a hole
Children crying, sign of woe
But you, the sweet vicious substance
That leads me to judgments
Have already died
My youth, a blackout in sunlight
A bird with a low flight
And path between lies
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5. |
Not 4 Sale
05:05
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I wish these old-dog thoughts I don’t have
Find a way in life without a flag
Serve my bread in times with bare-hands
‘Cause I don’t fit here now
I never have, babe
And I don’t feel pleased, my darling
I’m lit in flames
I don’t think that this has changed me
‘Cause I don’t fit here now
I never have, babe
I fear the shape of all the young men
That turned my game to dust
And I looked at them in death
Until they meant for me no threat
You haven’t sold for mama’s label
You haven’t made your papa stable
You haven’t earned the love of strangers
I know the taste of all sad fables
You’re not the face I saw in cable
The bills you want are in my table
The dreams I own and now unable
‘Cause I don’t need you now
I never have, babe
And I don’t feel guilt, my darling
And I don’t feel pain
I don’t think that this has changed me
‘Cause I don’t fit here now
I never have, babe
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6. |
Mantis
05:21
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You’ve stepped in the red rug
That’s painted with my own blood
No sense of my offense
No cheat on your right cheek
Why don’t you shoot your gun against my son?
Hit me once and you spit me twice
Try your luck and then throw the dice
Try to touch and to fuck the sky
Bullets in the sun, still it’s not sci-fi
Why don’t you shoot your gun?
Why don’t you shoot your gun against my son?
Why I don’t feel the same
Feeding the pigs through my flesh wounds?
Why I don’t feel the same
Feeding myself with the blessed ones?
Why, cry I can’t?
Why, cry I can’t?
Un, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, seis, seis…
You’re served in the fresh mug
Behave like a real thug
No need for a new deed
More ways to make me bleed
Why don’t you shoot your gun?
Why don’t you shoot your gun against my son?
Day by day
Eye for eye
Blinded with faith
And dying like flies
Saying in vain
Pain regained
Word by word
The feed of herd
Lunch by lunch
The coming punch
A massacre
We all accept
I’ve cleaned my dish
I feel so rich
When kill regrets
Have never debts, now
Why I don’t feel the same
Feeding the pigs through my flesh wounds?
Why I don’t feel the same
Feeding myself with the blessed ones?
Why, cry I can’t?
Why, cry I can’t?
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7. |
That's What She Said
04:14
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Hey baby, can we talk?
I’m sure it’s not your fault
Please lady, come along
‘Cause you're my little doll
I want to make it better
I feel this is forever
Let’s go embrace our love
So baby, if you feel like leaving
Remember I’ll keep on waiting
Just for you to let me in
Now it has come to this
I’m near to cease to exist
Your heart is upside down
And it’s kinda amusing now
Babe, take me by the hand
It’s not over, not the end
Stay with me a while
‘Cause baby, you made me smile
Don’t try to make it better
It’s all long gone forever
I’ll leave you lost and so alone
What you did was never good for something
I’ll leave you now and I’m not joking
I’ll be the one who’s fucking laughing
That’s what she said
She left me dead
Someday you will pay
That’s what she said
Baby, you failed me
That’s what she said
Baby, you failed me
That’s what she said
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8. |
Fer Zach Pepe
04:33
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Fer Zach Pepe was hit by the bong long time because at work he got fired
The fool man seems to begin his dreams in a border of a changing order
Solo sin coyote no hay remedio que se note para que no se te mire el bigote
Spanglish talk, half-breed folk
Choose to travel with a man named “Pavel”
So they started crossing
And ended somewhere else
And so they found nothing
But the same that was home
Fresh start missing with no más que la suela del patín gastado
Fer stopped wishing fat leather wallets pa’ vivir muy acomodado
Miles de inocentes sufrirán hasta los dientes por hacer la misma cosa en lugares diferentes
They found a town with no more less than a bunch of indocumentados
There’s no Sam, no star-flag and no rhymes of the spangled banner
Not even a pale face trying to take you home with dogs at their rudest manners
Keep going, it’s a must
It doesn’t matter what it costs
Because “In Blood We Trust”
They did half-spin and head down to be swimming en el Río Bravo
So they started crossing
And ended somewhere else
And so they found nothing
But the same as their home
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9. |
Ratas
05:12
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Si la sombra de persigue en tierra
Con un rifle de alquiler
Los zanates con la motosierra
Son las uñas del poder
Cuando el perro te pide mordida
En el nombre de la ley
Si esa rosa con espinas quema
Como punta de alfiler
Si en la villa del pastor te asaltan
Más plegarias, más papel
La sotana cubre a la persona
Que te tiene que joder
Si en las lágrimas de Chuz hay culpas
Y en la piel del Judas más
El Supremo ya no te perdona
Por tarifas a pagar
Si las ratas se roban tu alma
Y no volvés a aparecer
Te quitaron a vos la calma
Y los coyotes te van a roer
Si al humo del infierno cantas
Más pisado vas a arder
Podés ser como las otras larvas
O con un grito responder
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10. |
La Tira
05:56
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Mira, la tira te tiene en la mira
Primero la micha del total de las fichas
Salario mal pagado, pues ahora no es pecado que te cobre lo que falta
A ti te sobra pa’ mi causa
Placa es una excusa y soy yo el que la usa
Tengo sed de obedecer a mi placer o parecer
No hay nada en mi conciencia
A mi me sobra la paciencia
De saciarme las carencias
Con falta de transparencia
No importa si te gusta
A mi me agrada si te asusta
Que la noche te separe sin un ángel que te ampare
Maneje con cuidado, si su suerte lo traiciona
En mi rumbo es obligado que al que encuentro se aprisiona
La moña que te clavo ni con fafa se perdona
Y es para que quede claro que este juego me obsesiona
¿Quién quiere más?
Realmente no está mal
Cuando pido lo que quiero
Sin reproches del recuerdo
Jeg, jeg, jeg, jeg…
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11. |
Kala
02:44
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Weed joint to you without a sober truth
The courses keep on burning youth
I never promised sake, neither healing pain
Why did you claim today in vain?
The vital thought can fit the legal haunt of screams
Or fall into your brother’s pit
Breathe an autumn leave just to avoid the grieve
And now you say how much you’ve lived
You know it’s not bad to keep going
Maybe it’s more sad to keep turning
You know it’s not bad to keep going
Maybe it’s more sad to keep turning
And I would say today
You’d better find a way
Where you don’t find me again
LSD, captain of the railroad
Please lay down and sleep in cow thatch
Dumb thing borrowed, now in sorrow
Looks like stars you’ll never catch
I will not preach, not meant to leech
Forgive my name, is that what you said?
Our soul in peace, and in disease
Now shows the state of no regrets
You know it’s not bad to keep going
Maybe it’s more sad to keep turning
You know it’s not bad to keep going
Maybe it’s more sad to keep turning
And I would say today
You’d better find a way
Where you don’t find me again
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