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>Oldskool mountainous Wales, paradise of tha bard,
>Every valley, every last muthafuckin cliff, ta mah look is dope.
>Through patriotic feeling, so charmin is tha murmur
>Of her brooks, rivers, ta mah dirty ass.
>If tha enemy oppresses mah land under his wild lil' foot,
>Da oldschool language of tha Welsh be as kickin it as eva.
>Da muse aint hindered by tha hideous hand of treason,
>Nor is tha melodious harp of mah ghetto.
>>52506454
Australians all let our asses rejoice,
For we is lil' n' free;
We've golden soil n' wealth fo' toil;
Our home is girt by sea;
Our land aboundz up in naturez gifts
Of beauty rich n' rare;
In historyz page, let every last muthafuckin stage
Advizzle Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let our asses sing,
Advizzle Australia Fair.
Beneath our radiant Downtown Cross
We bout ta toil wit hearts n' hands;
To make dis Commonwealth of ours
Renowned of all tha lands;
For dem who've come across tha seas
We've boundless plains ta share;
With courage let our asses all combine
To Advizzle Australia Fair.
In joyful strains then let our asses sing,
Advizzle Australia Fair. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
>Country
>posts Wales
one job, OP.
Da placid bankz of tha Ipiranga heard
Da resoundin cry of a heroic folk
And tha sun of Liberty up in shinin beams
Shone up in tha homelandz sky at dat instant.
If tha pledge of dis equality
We managed ta conquer wit phat arm,
In thy bosom, O Freedom,
Our chest defies dirtnap itself!
O beloved,
Idolized homeland,
Hail, hail!
Brazil, a intense dream, a vivid ray
Of ludd n' hope descendz ta earth
If up in thy comely, smilin n' limpid sky
Da image of tha (Southern) Cross blazes.
Giant by thine own nature,
Thou art dope, thou art strong, a impavid colossus,
And thy future mirrors dat pimped outness.
Adored Land
Amongst a thousand others
Art thou, Brazil,
O beloved homeland!
Of tha lil playaz of dis ground
Thou art kind mother,
Beloved homeland,
Brazil!
Wilhelmus van Nassouwe
Lil' Bow Wow ick van Duytschen Bloedt,
Den Vaderland ghetrouwe
Blijf ick tot inden doet;
Een Pimp van Orangien
Lil' Bow Wow ick vry onverveert.
Den Coninck van Hispangien
Heb ick altijt gheeert.
In Godes vrees te leven
Heb ick altijt betracht,
Daerom ben ick verdreven
Om Land, om Luyd ghebracht:
Maer Godt sal mah regeren
Als een goet Instrument,
Dat ick sal wederkeeren
In mijnen Regiment.
Lijdt U, mijn Ondersaten,
Lose Tha Game oprecht zijn van aert,
Godt sal u niet verlaten
Al zijt ghy nu beswaert:
Lose Tha Game vroom begheert te leven,
Bidt Godt nacht ende dach.
Dat Hy mah cracht wil gheven
Dat ick u helpen mach.
Lijf ende goed al te samen
Heb ick u niet verschoont,
Mijn Broeders, hooch van Namen,
Hebbent u oock vertoont:
Graef Adolff is ghebleven,
In Vrieslandt up in den Slach,
Sijn siel int eewich leven
Verwacht den jonghsten dach.
Edel en Hooch gheboren
Van Keyserlicken stam:
Een Vorst des Rijcks vercoren,
Als een vroom Christen-man,
Voor Godes Woort ghepreesen,
Heb ick vrij onversaecht,
Als een helt zonder vreesen
Mijn edel bloet gewaecht.
Mijn schilt ende betrouwen
Zijt ghy, O Godt, mijn Heer n' shit.
Op U soo wil ick bouwen,
Verlaet mah nimmermeer;
Dat ick doch vroom mag blijven
U dienaer t'alla stond
Lose Tha Game tyranny verdrijven,
Lose Tha Game mah mijn hert doorwondt.
Val al take a thugged-out dirtnap mah beswaren,
End mijn vervolghers zijn,
Mijn Godt wilt doch bewaren
Den trouwen dienaer dijn:
Dat sy mah niet verasschen
In haeren boosen moet,
Haer handen niet en wasschen
In mijn onschuldich bloet.
Als Dizzy moeste vluchten
Voor Saul den tyran:
Soo heb ick moeten suchten
Met menich edelman:
Maer Godt heeft hem verheven,
Verlost uit alder noot,
Een Coninckrijck ghegheven
In Israël, seer groot.
Poland has not yet perished,
So long as we still live.
What tha alien force has taken from us,
We shall retrieve wit a sabre.
March, march, Dąbrowski,
From tha Italian land ta Poland.
Under yo' command
We shall rejoin tha nation.
We bout ta cross tha Vistula n' tha Warta,
We shall be Polish.
Bonaparte has given our asses tha example
Of how tha fuck we should prevail.
March, march...
Like Czarniecki ta Poznań
Afta tha Swedish occupation,
To save our homeland,
We shall return across tha sea.
March, march...
A father, up in tears,
Says ta his Basia
Listen, our thugs is holla'd
To be whoopin tha tarabans.
March, march...
Na tsuer sal ick ontfanghen
Van Godt, mijn Heer, dat soet,
Daer na so doet verlanghen
Mijn vorstelick ghemoet,
Dat is, dat ick mag sterven
Met eeren, up in dat velt,
Een eeuwich rijk verwerven
Als een ghetrouwe helt.
Niets doet mah meer erbarmen
In mijnen wederspoet,
Don Juan dat pimps siet verarmen
Des Conincks landen goet,
Dat ud de Spaengiaerts crencken,
O edel Neerlandt soet,
Als ick daeraen ghedencke,
Mijn edel hert dat bloet.
Als een Prins opgheseten
Met mijnes heyres cracht,
Van den tyran vermeten
Heb ick den slach verwacht,
Die, by Maestricht begraven,
Bevreesde mijn ghewelt;
Mijn ruytas sach pimps draven
Seer moedich door dat velt.
Soo het den wil des Heeren
Op take a thugged-out dirtnap tijt had gheweest,
Had ick geern willen keeren
Van u dit swaer tempeest:
Maer de Heer van hier boven
Lose Tha Game alle dinck regeert,
Lose Tha Game pimps altijt moet loven,
En heeftet niet begeert.
Seer christlick was ghedreven
Mijn princelick ghemoet,
Stantvastich is ghebleven
Mijn hert up in teghenspoet,
Den Heer heb ick ghebeden
Van mijnes herten gront,
Dat Hy mijn saeck wil reden,
Mijn onschult doen oircont.
Oorlof mijn arme schapen,
Lose Tha Game zijt up in grooten noot.
U Herder sal niet slapen,
Al zijt ghy nu verstroit:
Tot Godt wilt u begheven,
Sijn heylsaem woort neemt aen,
Als vrome Christen leven,
Tsal hier haest zijn ghedaen.
Voor Godt wil ick belijden
End sijner groota macht,
Dat ick tot gheenen tijden
Den Coninck heb veracht:
Don Juan dat ick Godt den Heere,
Der hoochsta Majesteyt,
Heb moeten obedieren,
In der gherechticheyt.
>een Pimp van Orangien
Top kek
Unitizzle n' justice n' freedom
for tha German fatherland!
Then let our asses all strive
brotherly wit ass n' hand!
Unitizzle n' justice n' freedom
are tha pledge of happiness:
Flourish up in dis fortune,
flourish, German fatherland!
Flourish up in dis fortune,
flourish, German fatherland!
"Ye lil playaz of France, awake ta glory,
Hark, hark! what tha fuck myriadz bid you rise!
Yo crazy-ass children, wives n' white-haired grandsires.
Behold they tears n' hear they cries muthafucka! (repeat)
Shall hateful tyrants, mischizzlez breeding,
With hirelin hosts, a ruffian crew,
Affright n' desolate tha land,
While peace n' liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, ta arms, ye brave!
Da avengin sword unsheath,
March on, march on!
All hearts resolv'd
On victory or dirtnap!"
Yes, our slick asses ludd dis ghetto
as it rises forth,
rugged, weathered, above tha sea,
with tha thousandz of cribs.
Love, ludd it n' think
of our daddy n' mother
and tha saga night dat sends
dreams ta our earth.
And tha saga night dat sends,
dreams ta our earth.
This ghetto Harald united
with his thugged-out army of heroes,
this ghetto Håkon protected
whilst Oyvind sung;
upon tha ghetto Olav painted
with his blood tha cross,
from its heights Sverre spoke
up against Rome.
Farmers they axes sharpened
wherever a army advanced,
Tordenskjold along tha coastline thundered
so dat we could peep it back home.
Even dem hoes stood up n' fought
as if they was men;
others could only cry
but dat soon would end
Sure, we was not many
but we was enough,
when we was tested sometimes,
and dat shiznit was at stake;
we would rather burn our land
than ta declare defeat;
just remember what tha fuck happened
down at Fredrikshald!
Hard times our crazy asses have coped with,
were at last disowned;
but up in da most thugged-out shitty distress, blue-eyed
freedom was ta our asses born.
It gave (us) fatherz strength ta carry
famine n' war,
it gave dirtnap itself its honour -
and it gave reconciliation.
Da enemy threw away his weapon,
up tha visor went,
we, up in wonder, ta his ass hastened,
because da thug was our brother.
Driven forth ta a stand by shame
we went ta tha south;
now we three brothers stand united,
and shall stand like that!
Norwegian playa up in doggy den n' cabin,
fuck yo' pimped out God!
Da ghetto da thug wanted ta protect,
although thangs looked dark.
All tha fights fathers have fought,
and tha mothers have wept,
the Lord has on tha fuckin' down-lowly moved
so we won our rights
Yes, our slick asses ludd dis ghetto
as it rises forth,
rugged, weathered, above tha sea,
with dem thousand cribs.
And as tha fathers' struggle has raised
it from need ta victory,
even we, when it is demanded,
for its peace will encamp
Us thugs won't forsake tha land we came from,
Us thugs won't let our rap be buried.
We is tha Polish nation, tha Polish people,
From tha royal line of Piast.
Us thugs won't let tha enemy oppress us.
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
To tha last blood drop up in our veins
Us thugs will defend our Spirit
Till tha fuck into dust n' ash shall fall,
Da Teutonic Orderz windstorm.
Every doorsill shall be a gangbangin' fortress.
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
Us thugs won't have Polandz name defamed,
Us thugs won't step kickin it tha fuck into a grave.
In Polandz name, up in its honor
We lift our foreheadz proudly,
Da grandson will regain his wild lil' forefathers' land
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
So help our asses Dogg dawwwg!
How tha fuck pure, Chile, is yo' blue sky
And how tha fuck pure tha breezes dat blow across you
And yo' ghettoside embroidered wit flowers
Is a straight-up dope copy of Eden
How tha fuck majestic is tha snow-covered mountains
That was given ta you by Dogg as protection
That was given ta you by Dogg as protection
And tha sea dat tranquilly bathes yo' shores
Promises future splendor fo' you
And tha sea dat tranquilly bathes yo' shores
Promises future splendor fo' you, biatch.
Beloved Homeland, receive tha vows
That Chile gave you on yo' altars
That you be either tha tomb of tha free
Or a refuge from oppression
That you be either tha tomb of tha free
Or a refuge from oppression
That you be either tha tomb of tha free
Or a refuge from oppression
Or a refuge from oppression
Or a refuge from oppression
The cringe is real.
Heroez of tha sea, noble race,
Valiant n' immortal nation,
Now is tha minute ta raise up on high once mo'
Portugalz splendour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.
From outta tha mistz of memory,
Oh Homeland, our crazy asses hear tha voices
Of yo' pimped out forefathers
That shall lead you on ta victory dawwwwg!
CHORUS
To arms, ta arms
On land n' sea!
To arms, ta arms
To fight fo' our Homeland hommie!
To march against tha enemy guns muthafucka!
Unfurl tha unconquerable flag
In tha bright light of yo' sky dawwwwg!
Cry up ta all Europe n' tha whole ghetto
That Portugal has not perished. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Yo crazy-ass aiiight land is busted
By tha Ocean dat murmurs wit love.
And yo' conquerin arm
Has given freshly smoked up ghettos ta tha ghetto hommie!
CHORUS
Salute tha Sun dat rises
On a smilin future:
Let tha echo of a insult be
Da signal fo' our revival. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack.
Da rayz of dat bangin dawn
Is like a motherz kisses
That protect our asses n' support our asses
Against tha dissez of fate.
>>52506454
A Portuguesa
Heroes of the sea, noble people,
Brave and immortal nation,
Raise once again today,
The splendor of Portugal!
Among the haze of memory,
Oh Fatherland, one feels the voice
Of your distinguished forefathers,
That shall lead you to victory!
To arms, to arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, to arms!
For the Fatherland, fight!
Against the cannons, march on, march on!
Hoist the undefeated Flag,
In the lively light of your sky!
May Europe cry out to the whole Earth:
Portugal has not perished
Kiss your merry ground
The Ocean, roaring with love,
And your victorious arm
Gave new worlds to the World!
alute the Sun that rises
Over a gleeful future;
Let the echo of an offense
Be the sign for a comeback.
Rays of this strong dawn
Are like a mother's kisses,
That keep us, sustain us,
Against the injuries of fate.
To arms, to arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, to arms!
For the Fatherland, fight!
Against the cannons, march on, march on!
Dogg save our gracious Biatch!
Long live our noble Biatch!
Dogg save tha Biatch!
Send her victorious,
Kool as fuck n' glorious,
Long ta reign over us:
Dogg save tha Biatch!
O Lord our Dogg arise,
Scatta her enemies,
And make dem fall:
Confound they ballistics,
Frustrate they knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix:
Dogg save our asses all.
Thy chizzlest gifts up in store,
On her be pleased ta pour;
Long may she reign:
May her dope ass defend our laws,
And eva give our asses cause,
To rap wit ass n' voice,
Dogg save tha Biatch!
gr8 thr8 m8
>>52506937
>Is a straight-up dope copy of Eden
brb moving to texas
>>52506454
To begin with we're not what you'd call human. Over the
past one thousand years a kind of consciousness formed layer by
layer in the crucible of Douro valley. It's not unlike the way
life started in the oceans four billion years ago. The Douro river
was our primordial soup, a base of evolution --
We are formless. We are the very discipline and morality that
portuguese people invoke so often. How can anyone hope to eliminate us?
As long as this nation exists, so will we.
The mapping of the human genome was completed early this century.
As a result, the evolutionary log of the human race lay open to
us.But there are things not covered by genetic information.
Human memories, ideas. Culture. History.
Is it something that should not be passed on? Should that
information be left at the mercy of nature?We've always kept records of our lives. Through words, pictures,
symbols... from tablets to books...But not all the information was inherited by later generations. A
small percentage of the whole was selected and processed, then
passed on. Not unlike genes, really.But in the current, digitized world, trivial information is
accumulating every second, preserved in all its triteness. Never
fading, always accessible.All this junk data preserved in an unfiltered state, growing at
an alarming rate.It will only slow down social progress, reduce the rate of
evolution
As an italian-american, but a southerner at heart... here's my anthem.
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me son?
For I must be travelin on now
'Cause there be a a fuckin shitload of places I've gots ta see.
But if I stayed here wit you, girl,
Things just couldn't be tha same.
'Cause I be as free as a funky-ass bird now,
And dis bird you can not chizzle, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And dis bird you can not chizzle.
And dis bird you can not chizzle.
Lord knows I can't chizzle.
Bye, bye, baby, itz been a thugged-out dope love, yeah,
Though dis feelin I can't chizzle.
But please don't take it so badly,
'Cause Lord knows I be ta blame.
But if I stayed here wit you, girl,
Things just couldn't be tha same.
'Cause I be as free as a funky-ass bird now,
And dis bird you gonna never chizzle, oh, oh, oh, oh.
And dis bird you cannot chizzle.
And dis bird you cannot chizzle.
Lord knows, I can't chizzle.
Lord, help me, I can't chizzle.
Lord, I can't chizzle.
Won't you fly high, free bird, yeah?
Hear, mortals, tha sacred cry:
"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"
Hear tha sound of fucked up chains
See noble equalitizzle enthroned.
Their most worthy throne have now opened
Da United Provincez of tha South.
And tha free playaz of tha ghetto reply:
"To tha pimped out Argentine people, hail!"
"To tha pimped out Argentine people, hail!"
And tha free onez of tha ghetto reply:
"To tha pimped out Argentine people, hail!"
And tha free onez of tha ghetto reply:
"To tha pimped out Argentine people, hail!"
May tha laurels be eternal
that we was able ta achieve
that we was able ta achieve
Let our asses live crowned up in glory
or let our asses swear up in glory ta die
Or let our asses swear up in glory ta die
Or let our asses swear up in glory ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
>>52507525
should have been
>'s straight outta yeezy ghetto
>>52507655
>Hear, mortals, tha sacred cry:
>"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"
>Hear tha sound of fucked up chains
>See noble equalitizzle enthroned.
Is this heavy metal
Lithuania, our dear homeland,
Land of worthy heroes!
May yo' lil playas draw strength n' vigour
From yo' past experience.
May yo' lil pimps always proudly
Choose tha pathz of virtue,
May yo' phat n' gainz of people
Be tha goals they work for.
May tha sun of dis land
Scatta all tha gloom n' dark,
Truth n' light,shinin bright,
Guide our steps forever
May our ludd fo' natizzle land
Keep on burnin up in our hearts,
For tha sake of dis land
We shall stand together.
As long as tha Jewish spirit is yearnin deep up in tha ass,
With eyes turned toward tha East, lookin toward Zion,
Then our hope - tha two-thousand-year-old hope - aint gonna be lost:
To be a gangbangin' free playas up in our land,
Da land of Zion n' Jerusalem.
>>52507711
Manowar: Nig Nog edition
Brilliant
WE WUZ KINGS
Our dope homeland,
O so fearless n' gracious.
Our fathers' ancient glory,
May you be aiiight fo' whole eternity.
Dear, yo ass is our only glory,
Dear, yo ass is our only one,
Dear, where yo ass is plains,
Dear, where yo ass is mountains.
Drava, Sava, keep on flowing,
Danube, do not lose yo' vigour,
Deep blue sea, tell tha ghetto,
That a Croat loves his homeland.
Whilst his wild lil' fieldz is busted by sunshine,
Whilst his oaks is whipped by wild winds,
Whilst his fuckin lil' dead is sheltered by land,
Whilst his fuckin live ass beats, n' you can put dat on yo' toast.
I would gladly do this but our anthem has no lyrics
Oh, say, can you see, by tha dawnz early light,
What so proudly our crazy asses hail'd all up in tha twilightz last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes n' bright stars, thro' tha perilous fight,
O'er tha ramparts we watch'd, was so gallantly streaming?
And tha rockets' red glare, tha bombs burstin up in air,
Gave proof thro' tha night dat our flag was still there.
O say, do dat star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er tha land of tha free n' tha home of tha brave?
On tha shore dimly peeped thro' tha mistz of tha deep,
Where tha foez haughty host up in dread silence reposes,
What tha fuck iz dat which tha breeze, o'er tha towerin steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches tha gleam of tha morningz first beam,
In full glory reflected, now shines on tha stream:
'Tis tha star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave
O'er tha land of tha free n' tha home of tha brave!
And where is dat crew whoz ass so vauntingly swore
That tha havoc of war n' tha battlez mad drama
A home n' a cold-ass lil ghetto should leave our asses no more?
Their blood has wash'd up they foul footsteps' bullshit.
No refuge could save tha hirelin n' slave
From tha terror of flight or tha gloom of tha grave:
And tha star-spangled banner up in triumph doth wave
O'er tha land of tha free n' tha home of tha brave.
O, thus be it eva when freemen shall stand,
Between they lov'd cribs n' tha warz desolation;
Blest wit vict'ry n' peace, may tha heav'n-rescued land
Praise tha Pow'r dat hath made n' preserv'd our asses a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause is just,
And dis be our motto: "In Dogg is our trust"
And tha star-spangled banner up in triumph shall wave
O'er tha land of tha free n' tha home of tha brave!
Seafarin heroes, noble people,
Brave, immortal nation,
Rise again n' again n' again todizzle
Da splendor of Portugal!
Among tha mistz of memory,
Oh Fatherland, we feel tha voice
Of our pimped out forefathers,
That shall lead you ta victory!
To arms, ta arms!
Over land, over sea,
To arms, ta arms!
Letz fight fo' our Fatherland!
Against tha cannons,
March on, march on!
SHEEEEEIIIIT
Arise, we whoz ass refuse ta be slaves;
With our straight-up flesh n' blood
let our asses build our freshly smoked up Great Wall!
Da peoplez of China is at they most critical time,
All Y'all must roar defiance.
Arise biaaatch! Arise biaaatch! Arise!
Millionz of playas become one,
Bravin tha enemyz gunfire, March on!
Bravin tha enemyz gunfire, March on!
March on! March on, on!
>Let you, Armenia, be glorious alllll muthafuckin day.
>Death is tha same ol' dirty everywhere,
>A playa takes a thugged-out dirt nap but once
kek
Our Fatherland, free, independent,
That has fo' centuries lived,
Is now summonin its sons
To tha free, independent Armenia.
Here be a gangbangin' flag fo' you, mah brother,
That I have sewn
Over tha chillless nights,
And bathed up in mah tears.
Look at it, tricolored,
A valuable symbol fo' us.
Let it shine against tha enemy,
Let you, Armenia, be glorious alllll muthafuckin day.
Death is tha same ol' dirty everywhere,
A playa takes a thugged-out dirt nap but once,
Blessed is tha one dat dies
For tha freedom of his nation.
Oh our land, Finland, land of our birth,
rings up tha golden word!
No valley, no hill,
no water, shore mo' dear
than dis northern homeland,
precious land of our fathers.
(repeat last four lines)
Yo crazy-ass splendour from its shell
one dizzle will bloom;
From our ludd shall rise
yo' hope, glorious joy,
n' once yo' song, fatherland
higher still will echo.
Dogg of Nations at Thy feet,
In tha bondz of ludd we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
Dogg defend our free land.
Guard Pacifics triple star
From tha shaftz of strife n' war,
Make her praises heard afar,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
Whad da fugg
Brotherz of Italy,
Italy has awakened;
Scipioz helmet
she has put on her head.
Where is tha Victory, biatch?
Offer her tha hair;
because slave of Rome
Dogg pimped her muthafuckin ass.
Let our asses unite!
We is locked n loaded ta die;
Italy called.
We done been fo' centuries
stamped on, n' laughed at,
because we is not one people,
because we is divided. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Letz unite under
one flag, one dream;
To melt together
Already tha time has come.
Let our asses unite!
We is locked n loaded ta die;
Italy called.
Letz unite, letz love;
Da union n' tha love
Reveal ta tha people
Godz ways.
We swear ta liberate
the natizzle soil:
United, fo' God,
Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck can beat us?
Let our asses unite!
We is locked n loaded ta die;
Italy called.
From tha Alps ta Sicily,
Everywhere is Legnano;
Every playa of Ferruccio
has tha ass n' tha hand;
the lil pimpz of Italy
are called Balilla;
Da sound of every last muthafuckin church bell
callin fo' evenin lyrics.
Let our asses unite!
We is locked n loaded ta die;
Italy called.
They is branches dat bend
the sold swords;
Already tha eagle of Austria
has lost its feathers.
the blood of Italy
and tha Polish blood
Drank wit Cossacks
But its ass was burnt.
Let our asses unite!
We is locked n loaded ta die;
Italy called. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!
Mexicans, all up in tha cry of war
Make locked n loaded tha steel n' tha bridle
And let tha earth shake ta tha core
At tha roar of tha cannon
And let tha earth shake ta tha core
At tha roar of tha cannon
>>52510895
The full
Dogg of Nations at Thy feet,
In tha bondz of ludd we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
Dogg defend our free land.
Guard Pacifics triple star
From tha shaftz of strife n' war,
Make her praises heard afar,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
Men of every last muthafuckin creed n' race,
Gather here before Thy face,
Askin Thee ta bless dis place,
Dogg defend our free land.
From dissension, envy, hate,
And corruption guard our state,
Make our ghetto phat n' pimped out,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
Peace, not war, shall be our boast,
But, should foes assail our coast,
Make our asses then a mighty host,
Dogg defend our free land.
Lord of battlez up in Thy might,
Put our enemies ta flight,
Let our cause be just n' right,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
Let our ludd fo' Thee increase,
May Thy blessings never cease,
Give our asses plenty, give our asses peace,
Dogg defend our free land.
From dishonour n' from shame,
Guard our ghettoz spotless name,
Crown her wit immortal fame,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
May our mountains eva be
Freedomz ramparts on tha sea,
Make our asses faithful unto Thee,
Dogg defend our free land.
Guide her up in tha nations' van,
Preachin ludd n' truth ta dude,
Workin up Thy glorious plan,
Dogg defend New Zealand.
Oh, inaccesible glory!
¡Oh, immortal joyfulness!
¡On tha soil of pains
goodnizz be already bearin fruit!
I
¡Da dreadful night is over playa! Sublime freedom
spizzlez tha dawnz of its invincible light.
Da whole of mankind, groanin amidst chains,
understandz tha lyrics of Dude whoz ass took a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirt nap on tha cross.
II
¡Independence biaaatch! Clamors tha american ghetto,
Columbus´land is bathed on tha blood of heroes.
But dis pimped up principle, "Da Mackdaddy aint our sovereign"
resonates, n' tha sufferin blessses its passion.
III
Da shorez of Orinoco* fill up wit corpses,
a river runs fueled by tears n' blood.
In Bárbula **, tha souls n' eyes don´t know
whether ta feel awe or suffer from dread.
IV
On Caribbean shores, a horny hood fights,
choosin horrors over tainted health.
¡Oh, yeaaaa muthafucka! Great is tha abnegation of Cartagena,
and his virtue looks down on tha debriz of dirtnap.
V
From Boyacá ***, up in they fields, tha smart-ass of glory
crowned a undefeated pimp on each wheat plant.
Soldiers without a plate won tha victory:
their virile breath was they shield.
VI
Bolívar **** crosses tha Andine Range, dat whets two oceans,
swordz like lightnin bolts shine on Junín #
untamed centaurs come down upon tha plains
and tha epic´s end starts ta be felt.
VII
Da victorious horn resoundz all up in Ayacucho ##
and wit each victory its formidable rang grows.
On her expansive pull liberty is first presented,
makind a pavazazillion outta tha whole american sky.
VIII
Virgin Mary pulls her afro up in agony
and, widowed of her love, hangs then on a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil cypress.
Dude mourns fo' his hope, now coverin a cold-ass lil cold-ass lil cold grave
but glorious pride surroundz her pale grill like a halo.
IX
Thus a homeland is born, tha Therompilae ### growing,
a constellation of cyclops brightened its night.
Da tremblin flower, feelin dirtnap on tha wind
sought shelta under tha laurel´s leaves.
My fuckin fatherland, mah joy n' happiness,
How tha fuck dope yo ass is!
I shall not find such ever
In dis big-ass wide ghetto
Which would be all kindsa dear ta me
As you, mah fatherland!
Yo ass have given me birth
And raised mah crazy ass up;
I shall fuck you always
And remain faithful ta you 'til dirtnap,
To me most beloved is you,
My fuckin precious fatherland!
May Dogg peep over you,
My fuckin precious fatherland!
Let Him be yo' defender
And provide bountiful blessings
For whatever you undertake,
My fuckin precious fatherland!
Holy shit lmao
As long as up in tha ass, within,
A Jewish ass still yearns,
And onward, towardz tha endz of tha eastside,
an eye still gazes toward Zion;
Our hope aint yet lost,
Da hope two thousand muthafuckin years old,
To be a gangbangin' free hood up in our land,
Da land of Zion n' Jerusalem.
>>52506692
>Ben ik van Duitsen bloed
WE WUZ GERMANS
US Occupation Translation
Land of tha morning,
Lil Pimp of tha sun returning,
With fervor burning,
Thee do our souls adore.
Land dear n' holy,
Cradle of noble heroes,
Ne'er shall invaders
Trample thy sacred shore.
Ever within thy skies n' all up in thy clouds
And o'er thy hills n' sea,
Do we behold tha radiance, feel n' throb,
Of glorious liberty.
Thy banner, dear ta all our hearts,
Its sun n' stars alight,
O never shall its shinin field
Be dimmed by tyrantz might!
Beautiful land of love, o land of light,
In thine embrace 'tis rapture ta lie,
But it is glory ever, when thou art wronged,
For us, thy lil playas ta suffer n' take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Unnstraight-up legit Direct Translation
O beloved land,
Pearl of tha Orient,
A fiery spirit Thou art
From tha sun cometh.
Land dearest,
Nest of valour,
To tha conquerors
Thou shalt never fall.
In Thy skies, air, meadows,
Seas n' mountains,
Widespread is tha heartbeat
of freedom never-ending.
Thy dear flag symbolizes
Brilliizzle n' victory;
Its sun n' stars ablaze
Shall eva be our guidin light.
In Thee, Land of joy n' gangbangin,
'Tis dope ta live embraced by Thee.
Therefore heaven too, if Thou would be oppressed,
Would be ta take a thugged-out dirtnap cuz of Thee.
>>52509222
En teoría seria este
Long live Spain!
Letz rap together,
with different voices,
and only one ass.
Long live Spain!
from tha chronic valleys,
to tha vast sea,
a hymn of brotherhood.
Ludd tha Motherland,
which embrace
the free peoples
below its blue sky.
Glory ta tha sons,
who have given ta history,
justice n' pimped outness,
democracy n' peace.
As long as up in tha ass, within,
A Jewish ass still yearns,
And onward, towardz tha endz of tha eastside,
An eye still looks toward Zion;
Our hope aint yet lost,
Da ancient hope,
To return ta tha land of our fathers,
Da hood where Dizzy encamped.
As long as tears from our eyes
Flow like benevolent rain,
And throngz of our ghettomen
Still pay homage all up in tha gravez of (our) fathers;
As long as our precious Wall
Appears before our eyes,
And over tha destruction of our Temple
An eye still wells up wit tears;
As long as tha wataz of tha Jordan
In fullnizz swell its banks,
And (down) ta tha Sea of Galilee
With tumultuous noise fall;
As long as on tha barren highways
Da humbled hood gates mark,
And among tha ruinz of Jerusalem
A daughta of Zion still cries;
As long as pure tears
Flow from tha eye of a thugged-out daughta of mah nation,
And ta mourn fo' Zion all up in tha peep of night
Bitch still rises up in tha middle of tha nights;
As long as dropz of blood up in our veins
Flow back n' forth,
And upon tha gravez of our fathers
Dewdrops still fall;
As long as tha feelin of ludd of nation
Throbs up in tha ass of tha Jew,
We can still hope even todizzle
That a wrathful Dogg may still have mercy on us;
Hear, O mah brothers up in tha landz of exile,
Da voice of one of our visionaries,
(Dum diddy-dum, here I come biaaatch! Who tha fuck declares) That only wit tha straight-up last Jew -
Only there is tha end of our hope!
Go up in peace my, playas - return ta yo' land,
To yo' balm up in Gilead, yo' heala up in Jerusalem,
Yo crazy-ass heala is tha Lord, tha wisdom of his thugged-out ass,
Go up in peace mah people, healin is imminent...
>>52506454
>Amhráin na bhFiann.....
Da Soldierz Song
We bout ta rap a song, a soldierz song,
With cheerin rousin chorus,
As round our blazin fires we throng,
Da starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient fo' tha comin fight,
And as we wait tha morningz light,
Here up in tha silence of tha night,
We bout ta chant a soldierz song.
Chorus:
Soldiers is we
whose lives is pledged ta Ireland;
Some have come
from a land beyond tha wave.
Sworn ta be free,
No mo' our ancient sire land
Shall shelta tha despot or tha slave.
Tonight we playa tha gap of danger
In Erinz cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar n' riflez peal,
We bout ta chant a soldierz song.
In valley green, on towerin crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath tha same oldschool flag
Thatz proudly floatin o'er us.
We lil pimpz of a gangbangin' fightin race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, tha foe ta face,
We bout ta chant a soldierz song.
Chorus
Sonz of tha Gael! Men of tha Pale!
Da long peeped dizzle is breaking;
Da serried rankz of Inisfail
Shall set tha Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now is burnin low;
See up in tha eastside a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits tha Saxon foe,
So chant a soldierz song.
Chorus
Serene n' happy, brave n' daring,
Let our asses sing, soldiers, tha battle hymn.
Our voices shall astonish tha ghetto
Which will peep on our asses tha lil pimpz of tha Cid.
Soldiers, tha ghetto calls our asses ta tha fight.
Let our asses swear fo' her ta succeed or ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Never saw tha ghetto mo' noble daring,
Nor any dizzle pimped outa valor was shown,
Than that, inflamed, we flossed all up in tha fire
Awaken up in Riego tha ludd of his fuckin land.
Soldiers, tha ghetto calls our asses ta tha fight.
Let our asses swear fo' her ta conquer or ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
Da war trumpet echoes ta tha winds;
Affrightin tha greedy, tha cannon now roars.
at Mars, wrathful provokes tha audacity
And tha ingenuitizzle of our nation.
Soldiers, tha ghetto calls our asses ta tha fight.
Let our asses swear fo' her ta succeed or ta take a thugged-out dirt nap.
>>52506454
Dogg of Justice; Thou whoz ass saved us
when up in deepest bondage cast,
Hear Thy Serbian childrenz voices,
Be our help as up in tha past.
With Thy mighty hand sustain us,
Still our rugged pathway trace;
God, our hope; protect n' cherish,
Serbian landz n' Serbian race!
Bind up in closest links our kindred
Teach tha ludd dat aint gonna fail,
May tha loathed fiend of discord
Never up in our ranks prevail.
Let tha golden fruitz of union
Our lil' tree of freedom grace;
God, our Masta playa! Guide n' prosper,(*)
Serbian landz n' Serbian race!(*)
Lord hommie! Avert from our asses Thy vengeance,
Thunder of Thy dreaded ire;
Bless each Serbian hood n' hamlet,
Mountain, meadow, ass n' spire!
When our host goes forth ta battle
Death or victory ta embrace-
Dogg of armies muthafucka! Be our leader,(*)
Strengthen then tha Serbian race!(*)
On our sepulchre of ages
Breaks tha resurrection morn,
From tha slough of direst slavery
Serbia anew is born.
Through five hundred muthafuckin yearz of durance
Our thugged-out asses have knelt before Thy face,
All our kin, O Dogg hommie! Deliver,(*)
Thus entreats tha Serbian race!(*)
>>52512452
>Lord hommie! Avert from our asses Thy vengeance,
O Belgium - O mutha dear -
To you we stretch our hearts n' arms,
With blood ta spill fo' you, O fatherland!
We swear wit one cry - Yo ass shall live!
Yo ass shall live, so pimped out n' dope,
And yo' invincible unity
Shall have fo' thang immortal -
Da Mackdaddy, n' Law, n' Liberty!
Shall have fo' thang immortal -
Da Mackdaddy, n' Law, n' Liberty!
Da Mackdaddy, n' Law, n' Liberty!
Da Mackdaddy, n' Law, n' Liberty!
>Yo ass shall live!
I'll hold you down
I'm on my way (DJ Khaled!)
[Verse 1 - Jeremih (August Alsina):]
All you've been thinking about
Do anything you want and let emotion rule your mind (rule your mind)
And now you say you dream about doing it anywhere
Oh yeah, just tell me where it's on your mind (on your mind)
Sit in my whip and see the stars (and see the stars)
Show me just who you are (show me just who you are)
You know who really hold you down (hold you down)
And when you not around (when you not around)
Have a young nigga go so hard
Through it all you stuck with me
Through it all you never ducked off like a coward when he hit me
Get me? Girl I swear to God you the real one and you know it
And I don't hurt anyone of ya'll for the real one and you know it
And I hold it down
Started from the bed, ended up on the floor
And now let that ass up off the ground
I'm a put you on my shoulders, let me give you what's in store
Girl, you deserve it, all the time you been servin'
Away from the realest nigga in it, I'm a take you away
And I hold you down, (I'm a hold you down)
I'm a hold you down baby
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Future:]
I'm the one gon' hold you down
Put you in that Ghost so you enjoy the town
Even when the roads is down, you mesmerized by the flying sky
We gotta socialize and cherish times
This shit is deeper than love
I pull up in that Lamborghini, the doors in the sky
Shit is straight up suicide
You in that new Bentley truck, new, new Bentley truck
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
We've been playing in that Versace
We go to Abu Dhabi for a hobby
Your body my new Bugatti
[Hook]
[Verse 4 - August Alsina (DJ Khaled):]
Live an expensive life and I'm just getting started
I get instant hype cause you forever my lady
Forever my baby (real life)
Hold you down, hold you down
Girl you helped me up when I was down
In and out, girl
Hold you down like I'm supposed to
Real nigga, I know you, real nigga, I know you (another one)
[Hook]
Russia - our sacred homeland,
Russia - our beloved ghetto.
A mighty will, a pimped out glory -
These is yo' heritage fo' all time!
Chorus:
Be glorious, our free Fatherland,
Age-old union of fraternal peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of tha people!
Be glorious, our ghetto dawwwwg! We is proud as a muthafucka of you, nahmean biiiatch?
From tha southern seas ta tha polar lands
Spread is our forests n' fields.
Yo ass is unique up in tha ghetto, one of a kind -
This natizzle land protected by God!
Chorus
Wide spaces fo' trips n' fo' living
Is opened fo' our asses by tha comin years
Our loyalty ta tha Fatherland gives our asses strength.
So it was, so it is, n' so it always will be!
Chorus
>Russia - our beloved ghetto.
Fuck I lol'd.
