Sync Different

Pela rua da saudadeVejo cores infinitasCaminhando pela cidadeSinto as cores da vida
Na rua do meu passadoFalava tambem a desgraçaE por se cantar o fadoHavia uma cor de esperança
Na rua da minha infanciaBrincavamos à vidaEramos duas criançasCom a inocencia vivida
E hoje tudo mudouCaminhos desencontradosRuas pintadas de corQue se cruzam num fado
TRADUCTION
Par la rue de la saudadeJe vois des couleurs infiniesEn marchant dans la villeJe sens les couleurs de la vie
Dans la rue de mon passéParlait aussi la disgrâce
Et parc-qu’on chantait le fadoIl y avait une couleur d'espoir
Dans la rue de mon enfanceNous jouions à la vie
Nous étions deux enfantsAvec l'innocence vécue
Et aujourd'hui tout à changéChemins opposésRues pleines de couleursQui se croisent en un fado

It is warm all over you,
millions of souls joining you,
old city is getting you,
darkness guiding you...

electric town...millions of souls...

Talk to the breeze
Take in the light
Here's a place to crash and crucify
God will see you later

See you tonight
So you will know
How you make a fire, breathing snow
Finger on the trigger
Eyes around a stripper

« This is the place I wanna die in ! »

Fakin' the tease
Spit in the sky
Lose it all the way, just be this guy
Devil, get your horns up

I see you fly
You see me flow
Stuck into the night birds' rodeo
Strangers in the corners
Crossing all the borders

Freak city
Sixty three
Enter and escape free

Freakin' sight
Skirts 'n tights
Barking at the moonlight

Take it easy, let the freak/beast in ya grow
Kiss a guy and call him Coco Bello
Freak city
Sixty three

Get up from your bed
It’s no good to be alone Oh No
Instead of sleeping all day
Get your guitar and play Oh Yeah
get away from these screens Tonight you will be my queen
We will be the stars in the Glitter glam City
Ouh Baby Hey Honey Let’s rock the city Let’s go crazy
You say you don’t care no more
Don’t wanna talk you close the door Oh No
Come on you’re living in a fiction It’s all fake and all illusion Yeah
Get away from these screens Tonight you will be my queen Be crazy on the dance floor And smash down all the mirrors
We will be the stars in the Glitter glam City
Ouh Baby Hey Honey Let’s rock the city Let’s go crazy

WARSZAWA
Windy night
Blowing on my mind
Caressing my face
And I feel alright
When Warszawa sleeps
(She) doesn't kill my soul
When Warszawa sleeps
(She) doesn't kill my soul
Kocham te Warszawskie noce
Noce
Kocham te Warszawskie noce
Noce
(traduit du polonais: j’aime ces nuits varsoviennes)

Are you in Saddle on up for the ride
Run little pony
Come to the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty
Run through the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty

Gearing on for the Saturday night
I bet you don’t think that I’m gonna survive
Run through the city with me
Feeling kinda pretty, feeling kinda gritty

One for the money, two for the show
Saddle on up for that rodeo
Are you in Saddle on up for the ride

THE TALK OF THE TOWN

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

At last here comes the big day
I’ve waited for this moment
For so long
I’ve got a Broadway opening
Finally things are happening
My way

There will be lines around the block
Stars in limos, famous celebrities
New York’s finest
All come to see me

The thrill, the magic of applause,
Someone like me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me

The heights of fame are heady
But I am more than ready
To get there
So here I am at last
I’m going places fast
And I know where

I’ve always been aware of it
One day I’ll be getting my share of it
And I’m gonna be
The talk of the town

The thrill, the magic of applause,
That little old me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me and the whole world can see that I’m ready to be
The talk of the town

THE STEELWORKER

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Hip Hop perched up on a beam
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as I seem
Sitting on a cloud
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! Up to the next floor.

Working for my pay
Like any other guy
Just another day
For cowboys in the sky

Down there tryin’ to make a buck
I ran out of luck
Man I hardly got to eat
Just a bum on the street
Up here I’m the guy to meet
I’m mister Rockefeller

Hip Hop sitting on a cloud
Way above the crowd
I’m as happy as a clam
Betcha life I am
Hip! I’m at the top
Hop! On top of New York

Tough guys throwin’ steel around
Way above the ground
Like they are dancing with the
Joists and the girders
1,2 and 3 and 4
Hoist! We’re going up
Up to the top floor.

WONDERFUL NIGHT

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

The snow is falling, it’s a beautiful sight
New York shimmers in the winter light
Everything seems just right
This is such a wonderful night

Lovers on the ice
Hold each other tight
Under the moon shining bright
You may call it nice
I call it magic
Here in New York
It’s a wonderful night

Can’t you see
It’s not reality
It’s a dream that someone else is dreaming
A perfect fantasy, that was never to be
Clearly heaven sent but not meant for me

My glass is half empty tonight
Promise please to make it right

The snow is falling, it’s a beautiful sight
New York shimmers in the winter light
Everything is still alright

I can touch it, I can feel it, I can reach it

This is such a wonderful night

Snow falls...
what a wonderful night!
New york dazzles it shi-nes
with a billion lights
Streets are white
Eyes are bright
It is such a wonderful night!

Sil-houettes skate on the rink,
While chil-dren are making snow men,
and lovers hold each other tight
Some-thing in the air,
a kind of magic,
enfolds New York,
What a won-der-ful night !

From my win-dow
it seems like a snow globe
all this little world glows
but I'm no part of it
i'll spend the night all a-lone
dream that my prince final-ly comes
that we kiss, and dance, and fly
to the moon

I'm cold and so lonely to-night
but at least I can try to en-joy the sight
Wonderful night,
New York shines bright
with a billion lights
it is such a wonderful night

You never look up to the sky above It’s surely here oh only your fault Said...That time goes by nowYou always like to say that is all grey Complaining never helped anyway Makin’...
Mmmh Big changes...
‘Cause if you lift your head a bit more
You will see how beautiful this world can be whenever you get sad and lonely Just open your eyes...Walking down the street!Walking down the street, by walking
Don’t loose time on things that would hurt you Looking forward’s better for you
Never...
Let that time go nowIt’s up to you to chase all the blues Nobody’s gonna do it for you
Let it..
Shine through

Is there out there stillLife on the streetsAnd hearts still beatingIn the city?Or are there only eyesThat burn with fearAnd tears that searDown the faces of the dead?Seems to me we lost them long agoThere’s too much painNot much pityGot to get these tombstonesOff my brainHere and nowNot in the fucking ever after.
FR:
Est-ce que dehors il y a encoreDe la vie dans les ruesEt des coeurs qui battentDans la ville?Ou n'y a t'il que des yeuxQui brûlent appeurésEt des larmes qui brûlentEn coulant les visages des mortsIl me semble que nous les avons perdus il y a longtempsIl y a trop de douleurPeu de pitiéIl faut que je chasse ces pierres tombalesEe mon espritIci et maintenantPas dans ce putain de lendemain

Joe is walkingUnder city lightsJohn is longingFor one more sleepless night
Well he’s, at the fenceReady for the fightThere is one more chanceFor him to do right
Refrain‘Cause Joe’s on a questTo find his museHe needs a love nestTo blind his bluesJoe’s Blues
Well Joe is hopingThat luck is on his sideNow, just one more drinkWill help him to get wild
Refrain‘Cause Joe’s on a questTo find his museHe needs a love nestTo blind his bluesJoe’s Blues

Bahia de São SalvadorBahia de São Salvador

Bonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagnéBonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagné
Coq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou MadagascarCoq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou Madagascar
Bonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagnéBonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagné
Coq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou MadagascarCoq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou Madagascar
Bonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagnéBonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagné
Coq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou MadagascarCoq chaké chanté mo ka tou la Nocibé pou Madagascar
Bonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagnéBonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagné
Mamzel peuté ou allé wa de ma ni maman mwa vi nia bé kouMamzel peuté ou allé wa de ma ni maman mwa vi nia bé kou
Bonzour bonsoir métes dé la maisonEn sortant la porte ainsi que la compagné

How That Sound

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Chomsky


So now you to the point that you done seen some shit and you can't get it out of your mind you get sick.
Folk tales to pick or street stories, cause rhyming bout yourself eventually turns boring.
I remember the night like it was morning
Kat out of line, the vision rewinds
He was trying to be about it like most rappers today, but around 3:30 the ground he laid.

And his eye's seen the black of the night like gun fights
Now ah days, that's how they play
Trying to impress a woman that ain't part of my world
Grab the wrong one straight by arm, gave her a twirl

She gave a shook look and then a right hook.
Drink crashed the floor, he like this whore.
Got the nerve to touch my face without giving a taste
now in the corner, I heard another glass bottle break.

Glass started to spread like people in the crowd
It was quite for a second, but dude was getting fowl.
Guess it had to be her boyfriend hiding his hands and step to him.
Some people in the background said to him.

They talk for a few, and before I knew
the brother from the corner pulled hands out and smacked dude.
He pause for a minute and said this kat is finish
Snatched out the gun, while homeboy run'ed.

I was like Dam
Son lets break out and shake out.
Running back patterns as bullets they start unraveling
outside one through the chest just like a javelin.
Thick blood in the soil like Havoline oil.

The kid laid in soil, half paralyzed
Fronting in clubs unorganized
Get euthanized like canines in Dog pounds.
20 years old and bowed up in the ground.

(chorus)
Now how that sound
When you get knocked Down
How that sound
When they let go rounds
From your country all the way to uptown
You might get found, man How that Sound ?

It's Fantastic

Lyrics by Green T, Mattic and FP & Beat by Chomsky

Mattic's Lyrics

(chorus)
To the break of Dawn
Man we got that fire to the break of dawn
(repeat)

Throwing Beams
Illuminate the whole seen
For the Green T, FP, and M.A.T.T
That kid Molecular, ASMATTIC and Chomsky it must be…

The Fantastic Planet
we made couple city's with sound and alien brain behind glass fixtures.
Contain a fluid of ILL, for colored bills.
See them mortals with skillz from the tree of JC !!

(chorus)
We make the fore go on and on
And on and on and on and on.
(repeat)