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musica urbana, Nas ruas os mendigos com esparadrapos podres Cantam musica urbana, Motocicletas querendo atencao a tres da manha -- E so musica urbana
Letra: Renato Russo Musica: Dado Villa-Lobos/Renato Russo/Marcelo Bonfa Sem trabalho eu nao sou nada Nao tenho dignidade Nao sinto o meu valor Nao tenho
the ghetto However, after further analysis of his music I can deduce That he is the epitome of antidisestablishmentarianism Who embodies the entire spectrum of the urban
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
isosceles read my auto-b-i-ography So many stars? to me that vibrantly shine Velocity's properly thick like mahogany dimes We findin beauty in this urban
'd probably go mad in my mind its cos only music that keeps me sane plus bud and to forget the pain just reflecting my days run away Just another day in the life this music
Do you do garage music mate? You got any of that urban? (Urban, urban, urban) House, do you do garage? Ga-ga-ga-garage Wot do you call it? Garage? Wot
I seen a girl on a one way corridor Stealing down a wrong way street For all the world like an urban toreador She had wheels on, on her feet Well, the
Technique, part of the rebel militia Weapon I brandish, don't need the canvas to paint a picture Fuck who you askin, I'll tell you what it is It ain't music
somethin stupid the record company and the scam bookin agent, slash manager did Dubbin my cassette for the industry, it got silly Opinions from people who don't know jack about music
West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban
Biggie, and Dre was next Eazy The idea was profound, I turned the music loud and put on my own recital In a room full of my idols, made me less suicidal Traded pencil sharpening for urban
this famine of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I churn my way through this nine to five and urban decay, Believe
kid Livin' in Nashville Moved here in the winter when I got my record deal Started with some vinyl and a mic in D.C. Suburban little punk with an urban
that be fair Do you think she would care Wouldn't that be fair Wouldn't that be fair Like the sun when it hits the urban sky at day Lights and music
I kick the music so hard People get injuries Step to me, be a big stitch mc Lyrics I chop, kick skills like jacky chan Many props, loot, gladly pay the
cattle Some horses got force but I simply tame with saddle Hunt a stunt like 'Red October', ain't crossin' over Oops ! scud scrub ? patriot makes pulver The music
