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1 jour 1 chanson Digable planets : Borough check we live in Brooklyn

une plongée dans Brooklyn c’est ici

Digable Planets – Borough Check ( We Live In Brooklyn ) Featuring GURU – YouTube

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(Ladybug)
Space i got round to
Acted when i fee it
In how i see it
You be it if you be it
Started out in crooklyn
… butters word

(Butterfly)
Chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece

(Guru)
Peace y’all

(Butterfly)
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do that brooklyn shit
It’s the day

(Guru)
Yeah we gonna da that shit
We gonna give it to them in style right?
Yeah yeah

(Butterfly)
China, who we rock one for
Who we rock one for
Crooklyn everday

(Guru)
Brooklyn is up in here

(Ladybug & Butterrfly)
Uhh, block party, corner store
The downtown, the projects
Borough shots
My clique is so tight
The mix tapes, yeah, forever

(Butterfly)
Yo word
Yo one fro the trouble
Two for the time
Three fro the rumble
Four for the rhyme
Do that crooklyn shit style all the time

(Guru)
Yeah yeah, what
Who want it yeah yeah kid

(Butterfly)
One, two uh

(All)
Brooklyn, brooklyn, big borough with t
But everything in ain’t always what it seems
You might get hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that’s word

(Butterfly)
Fantastic

(Ladybug)
Show stoppin emcees

(Guru)
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket

(Ladybug)
But if your down come around check the super rhyme

(Butterfly)
We don’t drop dimes

(Ladybug)
Come and have a funky time

(Butterfly)
Well it’s the 718 and everything is straight

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Butterfly)
With the type street curb hangers and the beat don’t
Shtop

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Doodlebug)
It’s no lie, do or die in the land of showin proof

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Ladybug)
Well keith, cee know, my fist in butters fro

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Guru)
The fly clothes, cash flow, and crazy hells to spark

(Ladybug)
It’s crowded plus they jerkin my space
Shouted cause they chase when i strut out
Sift through my block i’m c-cool
She’s my mood to brace
Stole my mind back black
So what you play the boards
Skimmer we got butter so surfaces out
Clever, and i fix it for you, funk time is monk time
Slackers hit the bat, blackest fit my pack
And we for whatever
We get down in this pleasure heavy
And we are measured by the tens degrees of math
In a puzzle hand locked, clocked in struggle
Can’t keep the three foot three above mec
In so depth i defect

(Ladybug & Doodlebug)
With my vanguard squad the gods in brooklyn

(Doodlebug)
And we troopin throught the fulton forkways
The eastern parkways
I’m broader than broadway, nothing more than morays
I sways, why cause i’m a brooklyn stroller
No ones cooler, pigs on my boulder
So i switch my pitch as i stretch down atlantic
Strictly slickly with my fork mean tactic
In fact it’s really on the daily
Kids with guns and herbs look for herbs
Now i think you feel me
I freaks it, cause yo like my pimp stroll is cool
When i creeps up the sweet and jeeps blast
Tools rule the area, yo these fool don’t play
I got the comrades of love, so the g stays
Brooklyn side with the crooklyn slide

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Ladybug)
Out on fulton ave where the honeys be at

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Guru)
Type slick, keep it movin when it’s after dark

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

(Doodlebug)
No lies, do or die in the land of showin proof

(Guru)
The place where i dwell is where the warriors dwell
Too many stories to tell
So on the block we don’t talk
Stack of loot takin propers
Might get a serious offer from a corrupt ass copper
So um, stop the nonsense
Brooklyn is the illest, the realest
Observe these words as i reveal this
Man my peoples out here they get down for this
Each one’s a one man gang with a crown for this
Man burners to handle any business
And mad sneaky ways so ain’t leavin any witness
Got way more drama the theatrical lessons
So my suggestion, you come correct no question
Cause if you comin with that funny hot dog style
You might get looted, executed black mob style
From east new york back to ft. green
Brooklyns’ classic mystical magic scene

(Butterfly)
We are plush like a millian bucks
Down every ave for like a zillion blocks
Blowin out
With my nappy hoods down fulton
Blessin guess style limpin past the walt whitman
Steelo’s changed on the corners we hang
The crime stoppers get mad with poppers and tens
And my scrambles ample kid, no part timin, just rhymin
In other words, i play these curbs, with j u ice
When they say you nice, i say son a little somethin
Brooklyn’s asphalt rolls like a syl keith rodeo
We big sound, down and gritty
Record and mic checkin, no question, this section of
New york city
Where the crooks lounge out, block powers found
Butterfly ground the sky favorite package of pound
It’s like th-that, the beats know we be strappin em out
Mad moneys wish they g like us, clout
When i made the boogie i’m imported, i study chairman
Mao
Ain’t nothin but crooklyn in my plasma now
I got my g’s behind the tongue of my gold high classics
I’m all city when i’m dip, if you want us you can find
Us

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Doodlebug)
Coney island’s buck whiling and we b-boy stylin

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Yeah, on the spot we hustle cause like th-that

(Guru)
Mad game, takin wins, the shit is real son

(All)
We live in brooklyn

(Ladybug)
With my girls and marissa now you’re up in cambridge

(Butterfly & Ladybug)
Fly shit
And every spot we hit is gettin blown
That’s just how we do it baby
Out here in brooklyn baby
Slick move
Cause can’t nothin stop up but us
So we gettin ours baby
Nothin but brooklyn baby

(Butterfly)
Ft. green, the sty, queensburg, coney i

(All)
It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Red hook, crown heights, it’s tight

(All)
It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Bushes, wigs, flat, it’s east new york, brownsville

(All)
It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Sights, everywhere, brooklyn style everywhere

(All)
It’s like that, it’s fat where we be at, brooklyn

(Butterfly)
Brooklyn style

(Scratching)
Y’all the hippest people in the world

Auteurs-compositeurs : Butler, H., Ishmael R. Vieira, Mary Ann Irving, Craig L. Whitaker
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1 Jour 1 Chanson Dictators : New York New Yok

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New York, New York – YouTube

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Smoking marijuana
Watching channel five
Got to get my strength up
In this struggle to survive

Everyone’s an asshole
Everyone’s a creep
I look out my window
And there’s garbage in the streets

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with be -boys
Junkies, queens and squares

Everybody’s hungry
I don’t know what to do
I used to live on pizza
Now I live on Chinese food

I can’t stand my neighbors
Screaming all the time
If I wasn’t blasting Sister ray
I could lose my mind

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with be -boys
Junkies, queens and squares

Safely someone’s smiling
The fat man waits his turn
Soon he’ll count his money
While the south Bronx slowly burns
Get out for the children
Get your ass and run
Get out of this stinkin mess
To a safe suburban slum

I live in the city
I breathe dirty air
I ride trains with be -boys
Junkies, queens and squares

Auteurs-compositeurs : Andy Shernoff
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1 jour 1 chanson Neil Diamond : Brooklyn roads

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NEIL DIAMOND – BROOKLYN ROADS (LIVE-2008) – YouTube

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If I close my eyes
I can almost hear my mother
Callin’, « Neil, go find your brother
Daddy’s home, and it’s time for supper
Hurry on »
And I see two boys
Racin’ up two flights of staircase
Squirmin’ into Papa’s embrace
And his whiskers warm on their face
Where’s it gone
Oh, where’s it gone

Two floors above the butcher
First door on the right
Life filled to the brim
As I stood by my window
And I looked out of those
Brooklyn Roads

I can still recall
The smells of cookin’ in the hallways
Rubbers drying in the doorways
And report cards I was always
Afraid to show

Mama’d come to school
And as I’d sit there softly crying
Teacher’d say, « He’s just not trying
He’s got a good head if he’d apply it »
But you know yourself
It’s always somewhere else

I built me a castle
With dragons and kings
And I’d ride off with them
As I stood by my window
And looked out on those
Brooklyn Roads

Thought of going back
But all I’d see are stranger’s faces
And all the scars that love erases
But as my mind walks through thoses places
I’m wonderin’
What’s come of them

Does some other young boy
Come home to my room
Does he dream what I did
As he stands by my window
And looks out on those
Brooklyn Roads
Brooklyn Roads

Auteurs-compositeurs : Neil Diamond
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson Ani Di Franco : Fuel

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Ani DiFranco – Fuel | Live in New York | Moshcam – YouTube

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They were digging a new foundation in manhattan
And they discovered a slave cemetary there
May their souls rest easy
Now that lynching is frowned upon
And we’ve moved on to the electric chair
And i wonder who’s gonna be president, tweedle dum or tweedle dummer?
And who’s gonna have the big blockbuster box office this summer?
How about we put up a wall between houses and the highway
And you can go your way, and i can go my way

Except all the radios agree with all the tvs
And the magazines agree with all the radios
And i keep hearing that same damn song everywhere i go
Maybe i should put a bucket over my head
And a marshmallow in each ear
And stumble around for another dumb-numb week
For another hum drum hit song to appear

People used to make records
As in a record of an event
The event of people playing music in a room
Now everything is cross-marketing
Its about sunglasses and shoes
Or guns and drugs
You choose
We got it rehashed
We got it half-assed
We’re digging up all the graves
And we’re spitting on the past
And you can choose between the colors
Of the lipstick on the whores
Cause we know the difference between
The font of 20% more
And the font of teriyaki
You tell me
How does it make you feel?
You tell me what’s real?

And they say that alcoholics are always alcoholics
Even when they’re as dry as my lips for years
Even when they’re stranded on a small desert island
With no place within 2, 000 miles to buy beer
And i wonder
Is he different?
Is he different?
Has he changed? what’s he about?…
Or is he just a liar with nothing to lie about?

Am I headed for the same brick wall
Is there anything i can do about
Anything at all?
Except go back to that corner in Manhattan
And dig deeper, dig deeper this time
Down beneath the impossible pain of our history
Beneath unknown bones
Beneath the bedrock of the mystery
Beneath the sewage systems and the path train
Beneath the cobblestones and the water mains
Beneath the traffic of friendships and street deals
Beneath the screeching of kamikaze cab wheels
Beneath everything i can think of to think about
Beneath it all, beneath all get out
Beneath the good and the kind and the stupid and the cruel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel

There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
There’s a fire just waiting for fuel
There’s a fire just waiting…

Auteurs-compositeurs : Ani Difranco
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Données de : Musixmatch

1 jour 1 chanson Delta Spirit : Bushwick blues

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Delta Spirit – Bushwick Blues – YouTube

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Hold on
To my hand
Never let go, never let go
We were just two kids
Acting tough
Then we grew up
Me, not so much
All the other guys
That you’ve seen
Are nothing
Compared to me
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all
When we first met
We spoke so brief

When you sang a sonnet
I hummed sweet relief
Do you recall that night
We took the L
Out into Bushwick?
It was colder than hell

So maybe there
We should have stopped
‘Cause I’m left here
Feeling like a cop

Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all

To the other side
Of the state’s return
I met a young girl
Well, I couldn’t manage her

Because I think of you
In every girl I meet
It’s no relief
That sounds to me
Just as sweet
So maybe I’m the fool
For feeling used

By the way we kissed that night
I though you knew
Because my love is strong
And my heart is weak
After all

Auteurs-compositeurs : Jameson Jonathan Isaac, Vasquez Matthew Logan, Winrich Kelly Randal, Young Brandon Scott
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Données de : Musixmatch