Sean Paul – Get Busy

Shake that thing Miss Kana Kana
Shake that thing Miss Annabella
Shake that thing yan Donna Donna
Jodi and Rebecca

Woman Get busy, Just shake that booty non-stop
When the beat drops
Just keep swinging it
Get jiggy
Get crunked up
Percolate anything you want to call it
Oscillate you hip and don’t take pity
Me want fi see you get live ‘pon the riddim when me ride
And me lyrics a provide electricity
Gal nobody can tell you nuttin’
Can you done know your destiny

Yo sexy ladies want par with us
In a the car with us
Them nah war with us
In a the club them want flex with us
To get next to us
Them cah vex with us
From the day me born jah ignite me
flame gal a call me name and its me fame
Its all good girl turn me on
‘Til a early morn’
Let’s get it on
Let’s get it on ‘til a early morning
Girl it’s all good just turn me on

Woman don’t sweat it, don’t get agitate just gwaan rotate
Can anything you want you know you must get it
From you name a mentuin
Don’t ease the tension just run the program gals wan pet it
Just have a good time
Gal free up unu mind caw nobody can dis you man won‘t let it can
You a the number one gal
Wave you hand
Make them see you wedding band

Eminem – Lose Yourself

Look,
if you had one shot,
one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip

His plams are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clocks run out, times up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy
No
He won’t have it , he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It dont matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to this mobile home, thats when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap city
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime

The souls escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
His hoes don’t want him no more, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

Kase O y Kami – Quieres?

Concedeme un instante, quizás me encuentres interesante,
viste con guante blanco ladrón que tienes delante.
No obstante, como ya sabrás rimo palabras,
no son las palabras que tu quieres oir.
Quieres una ciudad siempre soleada,
quieres acción y aquí no pasa casi nada.
Quieres pasear desnuda por el jardin,
quieres dormir acompañada por fin.
Estas sola, estudias, trabajas, te controlan?
que cosas te molan? fumas para volar?
que te voy a contar si van a por nohotros..
quieres perder el control? joder como potros?
Quieres que te pague las drogas? quieres dialogar?
quieres ser mi cardiologa?
quieres de este corazon que se ahoga?
quieres volver al hogar y nadie te recuerda?

Kase O – Dos minutos

Ah, si mi, si mi, si mi rima quiere, si mi rima quiere, ey si es el ritmo de Jotaman quiere …

Si mi rima quiere viajo al Colorado,
y soy un águila, con solo imaginar bajo en picado
a por lo mío y soy hostil, más en el mes de abril,
mi rima esta en la flor de los cerezos, motivo de mis rezos,
cuando aparecen las enlazo
si ellas quieren el puto mundo cabe en su regazo
cuando empiezo a volar en esta alfombra que es mi propio verso,
concibo el universo como mera sombra,
y viajo rápido, tanto que, ya inventé el término galaxear un plácido domingo,
co, si puedes sígueme al paraíso mental de la imaginación sin límite,