Vedi! le fosche notturne spoglie
De' cieli sveste l'immensa volta;
Sembra una vedova che alfin si toglie
I bruni panni ond'era involta.
All'opra, all'opra! Dagli! Martella!
Chi del gitano i giorni abbella?
La zingarella.

Versami un tratto:
lena e coraggio, il corpo e l'anima traggon dal bere.
Oh guarda del sole un raggio
brilla piú vivido nel tuo bicchiere!
All'opra, all'opra! Dagli! Martella!
Chi del gitano i giorni abbella?

Je veux vivre
Dans ce rêve qui m'enivre
Ce jour encore,
Douce flamme
Je te garde dans mon âme
Comme un trésor!
Je veux vivre, etc.
Cette ivresse de jeunesse
Ne dure, hêlas! qu'un jour!
Puis vient l'heure
Où l'on pleure.
Loin de l'hiver morose
Laisse moi, laisse moi sommeiller
Et respirer la rose,
Avant de l'effeuiller.
Ah! – Ah! – Ah!
Douce flamme!
Reste dans mon âme
Comme un doux trésor
Longtemps encore.
Ah! – Comme un trésor
Longtemps encore

are you happy happy are?real mad man for the eastside jeanare you happy happy are?land on the beat like t-rex
feels like i’m stuck in a cagecan’t get out got pain in my veinsgoing mad everybody stay in your lanedon’t cross mine might just edit your faceaint got nonedon’t care which means i lost themgenies out of the bottle when i aint going back so now I’m a problemthey can’t land in my row or columnlyrically taking lives i’m taking souls comesee mines never been stolen
i take heads off
i leave them rollingleave them rollingleave them rolling just like balls that in bowlingmost men living their lives like its goldenme i live mine like the darkest omen
are you happy happy are?real mad man for the eastside jeanare you happy happy are?land on the beat like t-rex
straight uraniumradioactive inside your craniumtalk up get licked down titaniumx is an alienthere’s no taming himi’m too hot to handle flamingmake sure that its not me that you’re aiming forlyrical four ford let four four the same four four will take your doors offrun for your door black gloves balaclavanone of them come for the storenext time don’t feel me telling me that you’re gunna bore meactually bores mejust make sure that you’re sure gwhen it goes wrong you wanna phone flip the scene like gleenew school down with the old schoole double s-e-x but i rep no team
are you happy happy are?real mad man for the eastside jeanare you happy happy are?land on the beat like t-rex
mildly you flex your chest around xmight end up in a mess tell a mangiving up like me you aint deeper than deepno nerves sweaty palms you get weak at the kneesay you got mad famcheck it
are you happy happy are?real mad man for the eastside jeanare you happy happy are?land on the beat like t-rex

walk in the rave like check thisgot one more for the set listjump on stage see everybody skanking the way so you know who the best isabout time that i reached beast modeman i unleash these flowsmake a man freeze with a he-tarhe should of known i’m coldthen man them talking the chatman i keep catching him slippingnot walking the walk its a factthem man are acting the villaini’m bursting bubbleshopes and dreams turn to burning rubblesee that we’re causing damagebut it oughta lesson if you learn a couple

it gets lit in the raveyacking blazing piff in the ravethought its a war get your jaw to the floortell a man step back get that
straight when i aim for his head backcriss cross lift offsend a man flying no jet pack

straight head shot man i go for the killguys wanna talk bout holding a millaint no food in your fridge now you better focus on holding a mealnow that i’m back did i mention?man i come back with a vengeancewalk in the spot and i drop one track that i know will grab their attention
came for the title aint met a rivalride all day but still aint a slave to the cyclepatiently wait my arrival blaze in the haze and the nightolselecta jaw for that one like wohad to give her more and now they’re like woenergy is pouring out tonight pouring out the place and make them go wo

it gets lit in the raveyacking blazing piff in the ravethought its a war get your jaw to the floortell a man step back get that
straight when i aim for his head backcriss cross lift offsend a man flying no jet pack

draw for the gun draw for the gun fingercausing a riot i’m causing a mix uppour me a big cupfadedi’m riding a tidal waveycoming up in the beatup in the wave i’m stuck in a dreammore like a nightmare when i am therescary stopping them sleepeverybody wanna be the bandittill they getting canned itaint no lifestyle choice and i roll this madnesssad this mindset might leave you on the canvaswhen you’re on mic don’t get carried awaykeyatone might get you carried awayplanning the fade but clangingdon’t get them mixed upthem man ran out the rave

it gets lit in the raveyacking blazing piff in the ravethought its a war get your jaw to the floortell a man step back get that
straight when i aim for his head backcriss cross lift offsend a man flying no jet pack

ready set go tell them i’ll be getting involveddead him on sight never been a get along guycheck one check twolive on the set deck one deck twolive in effect get ready for the hypesetting pace nicely energy ariseempty the clip like where can i go?empty the safe i’m here for the goldthem man there get air on the seti come through like an heir to the thrownheat up beef sizzlapass me the trees and a rizzlaasta la vista i’m arniecome with an army to fix ya

it gets lit in the raveyacking blazing piff in the ravethought its a war get your jaw to the floortell a man step back get that
straight when i aim for his head backcriss cross lift offsend a man flying no jet pack

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby
I ain’t home Can’t pick you up can’t drop you a line
Sorry baby I ain’t got the time I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Saturday night I ain’t hitting the hop I told you baby
I’m too busy to bop
No time to twist no time to have fun
I ain’t jiving got stuff to be done

I’m busy, well baby
I’m busy well I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Honey don’t call me on the telephone
Don’t ring my bell baby I ain’t home
Can’t pick you up, gotta step on the gas
I tell you baby it’s a pain in the ass

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy

Got things to do got people to see
Got fish to fry got places to be
Can’t pick you up I can’t drop you a line
I’m sorry baby I ain’t got the time

I’m busy I’m busy

I’ve got so much to do it’s got me feeling dizzy
Real sorry baby I’m just too busy