Emil und die Detektive (2001)

Actors

• Erich Kästner (writer)
• Maria Schrader (actress)
• Jürgen Vogel (actor)
• Uschi Reich (producer)
• Rudolf Kowalski (actor)
• Patricia Rommel (editor)
• Christoph Holch (producer)
• Martin Feifel (actor)
• Florian Lukas (actor)
• Rufus Beck (actor)
• Kai Wiesinger (actor)
• Oscar Ortega Sánchez (actor)
• Biber Gullatz (composer)
• Gode Benedix (actor)
• Horst Kotterba (actor)

Genres

• Adventure
• Comedy
• Crime
• Family

Klassen Feind (1983)

Actors

• Udo Samel (actor)
• Regina Ziegler (producer)
• Tayfun Bademsoy (actor)
• Inge Behrens (editor)
• Ernst Stötzner (actor)
• Stefan Reck (actor)
• Peter Stein (writer)
• Peter Stein (director)
• Nigel Williams (writer)
• Jean-Paul Raths (actor)
• Michael Maassen (actor)
• Gregor Hansen (actor)
• Dorothea Katzer (costume designer)
• Jürgen Klose (writer)

Genres

• Drama

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Underground Emperor - GP Wu
• Two Gats Up - GP Wu
• Things Ain't What They Used To Be - GP Wu
• Smoking - GP Wu
• Party People - GP Wu
• Life Bid - GP Wu
• If You Only Knew - GP Wu
• Hip Hop - GP Wu
• Blow Up - GP Wu
• Black On Black Crime - GP Wu
• 1st Thing First - GP Wu
• Don't Go Against the Grain - GP Wu
• Chamber Danger - GP Wu
• Hit Me With That Shit - GP Wu
• Sweat Of My Balls - Cb4
• Straight Out Of Locash - Cb4
• Kabobo - Kabobo

[Pop The Brown Hornet]
Hip hopnotized, don't look surprised
As I lure you into the world of true lies
You never witnessed the excellence of pure poetry
Performed by a Shaolin monk straight out the monastery
Hittin your cranium like two jugs of helium
Blowin you up like explosives on a truck
The outcome is similar to Hiroshima
As I bounce off the scene like a jet-black Beamer
Nuthin like the rush I receive from killin MCs
Enemies better freeze before I squeeze
It's life or death wrapped up in a single breath
Electrifyin, watchin MCs careers dyin
Gettin struck with the accuracy of a sniper
No doubt, the sight of blood gets me hyper
Ready to run up in your area
With a silencer *wsh-wsh* die muthafucker
Yeah, wassup now boy, all you can take, you can't take no more
Next up is the Down Low Recka
[Down Low Recka]
In your circumference, quick fast you never saw me comin
Like that gun I'm stunnin, makin niggas run and
The shocker, I cause electrical sparks
Like a flashin light in the dark in the thunderstorm at night
The bark is equivalent to the bite
So test the teeth, nigga feel the grief
Bloodthirsty, observe as I rehearse thee murder plan
White man can't kill like my pen
I'll be damned if I let these niggas approach me
On the East side where my coast be, look closely
Before I snap my fingers and transform to smoke with the quickness
No doubt I'm sick with the slickness
The realness, ten years of dues I can't lose
Paid up, dyin in this bed that I made up
So be out before I spit out the venom
And be my victim so I can live forever in the rhythm
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
Bow down to the underground emperor
Once you enter the circle you find me in the center
Of definite laced with pure entertainment
Bangin your brain like uncut cocaine
Movin like the theif in the night when I strike
It's like equivalent to a killer shark's bite
No remorse if a life is lost
If you're playin the game that's the price it cost
It could be deadly fuckin with a Shaolin machette
Walk poundin heavy plus your palms is all sweaty
You're up against a terror
I think it's best you better get your act together
Your style's phony like pleather
Full trait to di-tect hard rock frauds
My blows penetrate deeper than Shaolin swords
Not many can withstand the impact of a rap act
Hittin harder than a rape victim's flashback
[Down Low Recka]
Once you die, your grave I'ma put you in it
Now take a number and I'll be with you in a minute
Look at the hunter and catch me if you can, I'm here
Right in your area, scarin up your atmosphere
I'm out to get you for not knowin the issue
I'm throwin fullstyle rep, I plan to hit you like a homing missile
Don't run for cover, don't waste my time

Forty individuals
Keep it on the low? keep it on the low, aiiight
Yo, yo, yo, uh, uh, uh, word up
[rubberbands]
Yo with your departure let's start the execution
Seems like everybody rappin's robbin and shootin
Talkin real cheap
I got a record deal just to get away from the streets
Niggas stuck up shit's creek with no way to escape
When we bombard niggas get stomped hard like wine grapes
What the fuck you thought, g.p. connects when
Majority of these rap cats don't even get a grin
Never paid dues, actin like they vets on my set
Til they get a reality check, niggas still wet
Behind the ears in this rap shit
Get blown off the face of the earth by the g.p. click
[down low recka]
Whoever wrote the book on hip hop we revised it
Now adapt to the shaolin chapter
The non-fiction, number one bestseller
Project award winner (two gats up)
Yeah, it's obvious you the sloppiest
Got a glass forehead so you're bad when you copy this
You could say we live for the winter
Ain't no shorts taken, veterans, no beginners
Constant winner, a born sinner
Make you think your style is thinner
You're too pary to carry
A microphone across stage knowin that I'm on the other side
Ready to conquer and divide
Holdin mine comes natural
Formin rhymes outta thoughts with smoke and nails
A real nigga never tells
Real niggas know that fake niggas gel
Get bugged, don't blow, perishable mcs got blinders on
Leadin themselves into the storm
It's the power of god, pg, parental guidance
G.p., unmistakably the finest
[june luva]
Non-commercial, universal, hip hop assassinator
Track killer, premeditated murder
May the force be with you
When you go up against this record sellin burglar darth vader
Hit you up somethin terror
And I make you wish you never heard of a gladiator
Secret spies tryin to steal grain data
Hit em up with the steel, get the jackulator
[pop the brown hornet]
Ill fanatic, leave em con beat and battered
They all look at r, another hip hop star
Brown hornet, I got mcs cornered like a rat
I hit a homerun everytime up to bat
You could read about it, talk about it, ain't no doubt about it
I get amped when shows are crowded
So come support me hold down the fort
I score everytime I touch a hip hop court
Watch me dunk on em, then hit a three on em
Yo he a punk, I knock him out and then I pee on him
Verbal gymnastic master tactics
Niggas styles is softer than a sixty dollar mattress
But I refuse to bend, I intend to explore the top ten
Don't try to analyze or comprehend
Accept it, g.p. connected
Niggas run for the bomb but shaolin style's intercepted it
Have no fear the foundation's here
Lettin party-goers know that we truly do care
It's not all guns and violence, we like to fuck to try to act
Conservative
We love when johnny buck-buck
[rubberbands]
Lyrical combat better watch your ass son
I shines pretty like a double four magnum
The impact from the gat goes boom
So when I'm speakin I appreciate the room
My character erupt like a nigga
I'm stressed, baby and I'm down on my last trigger
One in the chamber, nothin's gonna change the
Infrared dot to your skull meaning danger
Duck, boom-pow, it's too late you're caught
What, raise up and act like you want it
I didn't think so nigga, you're fuckin with a major
Even x-men couldn't save ya
Yup I'm a new bad boy new york stalker
Crash mcs, they need therapy, then a walker
Fast talker, do the knowledge I lost ya
Justice prevailed, fucked around and who crossed ya
[june luva]
This is not a test
Hip hop is in a real state of emergency
If this had been a test you would not be bearing witness
To the hip hop saviors
June luva, pop the brown hornet, rubberbands and down low recka
We now advise you to pump this loud

Them some small ass niggas man
What happened to the realism god?
Keep it tight!
(niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son
Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin)
(niggas wasn't playin knuckles now
Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more)
Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin
(niggas playin piddy-pat)
Word up
Let's build this shit right here
Build this mountain of thought, thought process
Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick
Knahmean, for real let's get it on
(you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
[pop the brown hornet]
Growin up I never thought it'd be like this
Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list
I remember when we used to rhyme
Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines
And crack got us buggin
No more lovin and huggin
It's strictly slug servin over turf
What's it all worth
See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt
And brothers don't think no more
Cause all they wanna see is war
Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by america
And can't even see the realness
Get your act together, it's about to blaze
Republicans they got them democrats in a daze
Cops are killin blacks more than ever
Blacks are killin blacks more than ever
We're blind in every which way shape and form
You better analyze that the revolution's on
They could care less about the black man's stress
I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest
Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin
Mothers are cryin but I'm still packin the iron
They say God works in mysterious ways
Well, so do the devil on a whole different level
That was one of the good ones, now he's gone
I just seen him last night, word bond
Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain
Just remember his face and his name
Chorus:
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be
Like people change
Oh things ain't what they used to be
(you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
Mercy mercy me
Things ain't what they used to be
They rearrange
Time is runnin out black man
(they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)
[rubberbands]
My mom said it wouldn't work, callin me a jerk
Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts
Never thought I'd be the one that I said I wouldn't be
As a child, livin my life in misery
Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage
But I guess I got in wrong
With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse
But the black man stand strong like the eiffel tower
I'm dealin with some hard times
You wouldn't understand what I'm goin through
Wakin up with pains in my head that's unbearable
Just caught a few but if I catch another case
I might be placed in a correctional facility
Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime
But then again there's always a first time
[down low recka]
Lord have mercy on these niggas man
(oh mercy mercy me)
Yo everyone was at the wake cryin
Family members and close friends, inside they dyin
For some it's never understood
But the bottom line is he gone for good
Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left
Cause I'm still here waitin for my date with death
Sometimes I wonder what's better
Either walkin with the dead forever
Or meet my creator sooner than later
I often hope that the way I chose was the right one
Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one
Quick to throw grease in your path
You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh
But I'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip
I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit
Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot
And it ain't gon stop
Times are changin, illuminati want it all
And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all
Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash
That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy
Word up
Let's build this shit right here
Build this mountain of thought, thought process
(they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains)
Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick
Knahmean, for real let's get it on

A lot of cats thought the g.p. shit wouldn't make it
June luva (smokin)
Pop brown hornet (smokin)
Rubber to the bands (smokin)
Down low...
(g.p. forever more baby)
June luva (smokin)
Pop brown hornet (smokin)
Rubber to the bands (smokin)
Down low (smokin)
[june luva]
Yo crews I been through with my ginsu
I be choppin em, the gap below ain't no stoppin em
I be hoppin em, over the fences droppin em
Leaping fylin kick on some shaolin shit
Get in your stance and defend your square
If your skills is not equipped we're sendin that ass up outta here
Indeed no question in this profession
When g.p.'s in your area it's a blessin
Keep em guessin what the hell is they up to
Is they finished? nigga we barely begun to
Break em down and claim soil in this industry
Before I'm gone muthafuckas will remember me
Check my pedigree, substantial amount of evidence
Body and fools from presidents
My residence is stapleton, staten isle
B/k/a better known as the shao
[pop the brown hornet]
When it be the big dipper I beg to differ
Approach like you want it and get put into a back twister
Flunkee, little monkey
All that garbage you be talkin I know you gots to be a junkie
Cause I ain't feelin out one joints you made
Everytime you rhyme with the next cat you're gettin slayed
Your style's played but you still keep sportin it
Put a cork in it, dust it off and auction it
Get what you can for it 'fore it's too late
You don't want the world to find out the shit's gold plated
And outdated, I know you're glad you made it when you made it
Cause you style's only gettin faded
While I maintain mint condition
You got your eyes on the star wishin you could plead half my mission
It's all good tho, you're not an all-pro
You know you're gettin over with a style's that's so so
And while I'm all that you be gettin left back
And laughed at like a fat girls ass crack
[rubberbands]
Murder I write cause wrote is past tense
Leavin featherweight mcs in suspense
Cause in my division we dealin with ammunition
Lyrically cuttin niggas down like trees
You think you got me under pressure cause you whylin
You scare me just as much as the haunted house on coney island
They used to say you was soft and smilin
But all that shit stopped once protect ya neck dropped
Hip hop terrorists on the rise
The grain click will take the industry by surprise
There is no stoppin what is meant, leavin competition bent like
Two match-ups in an accident, head on collision
Spokin like a geo prism
And if you didn't see us comin I suggest you check your vision
You're on point at a arrange for correction
Like bringin a homeboy hookup outta state, there's no connection
[down low recka]
G.p. not the greatest but we famous
For committin the crime and tracks that be hittin
But niggas can't maintain this, we stain this
With the blood from a real nigga who be nameless
Check me, got the I'll stee undercover
More current, holdin on the green like a rubber
Cause I be not a carbon copy or sloppy
Watch me, even stop me but never got me
Still got niggas on this block, it's hectic
It's winter, stapleton go all out and enter
My chamber, danger, no turnin back
36 physical hits, I'll mental tricks
Come mad thick
Nobody know to have to explain this
Predict the competition got a style that's brainless
So I crush your tower with stories by the hour
G.p. who? put the power in the power
Rewind, come against the selector
The grain remain self-contained in any sector, what
If you representin the east keep (smokin)
If you representin the west keep (smokin)
If you recognizin the grain be (smokin)
Then you representin the best g (smokin)
Down low (smokin)
Rubber to the bands (smokin)
June luva (smokin)

Chorus:
Party people (are you ready? )
Party people (are you ready for this? )
Party people (are you ready? )
Party people (are you ready for this? )
Better gather around, gp's in town (are you ready? )
Better gather around, gp's in town (to get sweaty)
We came to rock it and tear down these walls
It's up to ya'll, what you wanna do?
Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
Verse 1: pop da brown hornet
I want that everyday feeling to make me hit the ceiling
I get baleeveated, no more crack-dealin'
My nigga on the score, fly beard galore
Stepped out lookin' prettier then prince dejour
I see it clearly, I turn my dream into reality
Our short delayin' was a small technicality
Now I'm in the dick of things, feeling my oaths
I'm takin' hip-hop turn it up a thousand volts
Worldwide recognition take a look at what you missin'
The men who got the planet got crazy ambition
Packin' what you lackin'
Sluggin' shit like reggie jackson
Bitches diggin' me like niggas dig toni braxton
Distractions had to happen
Payin' dues from way-backin'
The days when shaolin was simply known as staten
Now I'm off the hook my schedule stay busy
Callin' dime peaces askin' (where the hell is it? )
On a global escapade, gettin' high in the shade
Friday night baby girl and I just got payed
My whole squad is chalk, livin' large like chrales in charge
Far from a mirage, solid like steel bars
The clock's tickin' who wants to catch an ass-whippin'?
Rhymes get the rippin', and niggas get the bitch
And it's the format that I use from back when
Nineteen ninety-seven we in the top ten
Chorus:
We came to rock to rock it and tear down these walls
What you wanna do? ain't nuttin' but a party, party
Verse 2: june lover
This is that type of underground shit you need
Every now and then to make your party proceed
Who am i? another b-boy fan
Bringing you that hip-hop shit from shaolin
I slam any mc upon his back
And play like a nerd and say "did I do that"?
You lack the skills to be where I'm at
Son I'm top-notch while your ass be playin' hop-scotch
I'll be underground makin' moves with my shovel
Bubblin', while you exposed is still strugglin'
Who's mumblin' got you scared to speak
When I see you on the street you label us dead-meat
I'm out to getcha and got my gladiators for this picture
I could see it clear like a motion-made picture
I en-vision my arms wrapped around your throat
That's all she wrote, soon as I squeeze your neck broke
Chorus:
Party people, party people, party people, party people (are you ready? )
Better gather around gp's in town
(are you ready, to get, to get, to get sweaty? )
(are ya, are ya, are ya ready for this? )
Ain't nuttin' but a party, party
(are ya ready? ) gp's
Uh, y'all niggaz know it's gp
Time and time again we tried to tell you
Poppy das, june lover, yeah yeah yeah haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Throw ya hands in the air, throw ya hands in the air haha ha

Breathe out, breathe in, breathe out
Yo yo hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on
Before we do that, before we do that before we do that
Let my man burn, let my man burn real quick
This is for the ladies you know
Cause niggas be sayin we don't be lookin out
I want y'all to feel this a little somethin
And if y'all know the song, no no no dis-
If y'all know the song, sing along, it's a remix, word up, check it
(remix for who? )
For g.p., for g.p. nigga
Don't be disrespectful nigga
G.p. nigga (aiiight, aiiight, talk about it)
Last night
You sucked somethin special outta me
(what? a fuckin nut? ) uh huh
And for the first time
I got my dick sucked for free
(what, for free? ) uh huh
Check out what she told me tho, she said
She said do you want me to use protection
I told the bitch of course
But you can still lick my balls
She said pop can I ask your black ass one more question
I told her hell no
Last night (what she do, what she do)
You sucked somethin special outta me
(aiiight aiiight now, where we leave off at)
[rubberbands]
Niggas callin theyself the shit, packin full clips in a whip
Drivin hip hop right off a cliff
Goin nowhere, fantasizin with the art
When I retire my first album'll still be up on the charts
With a bullet, saw my mom screamin for the rest of my life
I can't rap, she can kill that
She don't know about the illuminati soldiers
Sometimes it feels like I got the weight of the world on my shoulders
Misguided ones on the block slingin boulders
Eighteen years old and got criminal records instead of diplomas
Goin nowhere fast
Right into a brick wall, the road is wet so we crash
About the whip and dip before I had you can
Sayin maybe it wouldn't have happened if I was sober
Or wishin that I could live my whole life over
But I'm a libra so I sit back and look forward to october
We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
[down low recka]
We stay true, the g.p. debut
Smacks you, lyrically attacks you and your crew
Up against the wall and turn your metals into copper
A real hip hopper, think nada, don't matter
You might be phatter, but what it takes I don't see it in ya
My whole click about to get into shit
Brothers comin up as slaves
Learnin how to use brainwaves to control paydays
Niggas like us with magic stays
While the car hustlers get grazed and nosy cats strays
You can't last in a billion dollar world
Tryin to get a billion dollar girl
Doin big b-i lookin dead into my future
Keep up cause you'll hate me if I lose ya
We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
Hit son, the one you thought was number one
Is now number two to my crew
[pop the brown hornet]
Puff puff give, g.p. got to live
We been rhymin on the mic ever since we was kids
And now we full grown, callin shots with no phone
The wick's been lit leavin the rap world blown
Beyond repair, beats thick like peasy hair
Rap heads love me like alcoholics love beer
We's a perfect combo, save the bullshit convo
You beatin me that's like the knicks beatin chicago
Can't happen, captain caught a ticket for speed rappin
But they droppin charges cause I kept the crowd clappin
No we goin platinum, rerun, what's happenin
Takin the world by storm like the jacksons
Shit, you better search for the g.p. logo
If you want that bomb ass shit that drives you loco
Produced by rns and dlr
I touch it up with the lyrics watch the shit go far
My destiny's comfortability
Playin up not too far from military artillary
Not for manos but for protection
A lot of cats got the venom in em and i'ma pop em
[june luva]
I got plenty niggas down for whatever
Sewin up stitchin up projects whatever
Do or die situations you be facin
Goin up against the grain nigga feel the pain
My soldiers they lined up ready to bust with no fuss
Keepin it real, it gats we trust
Niggas be under pressure when I'm stompin
Run things from new york to compton
And all the crews inbetween (why's that june) I don't know
All I know is they got to go
Cause they can stop the show from goin on, it must succeed
If not the next man bleeds
We got the hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
Hit son, the one you thought was number one
Is now number two to my crew
The hits, tracks that make you flip your lids
G.p. bout to do this life bid in this business
Hit son, the one you thought was number one

Verse 1:
Yo, yo your girl's fucked up
Your world's fucked up
Situations a nigga go through
He don't show a sensitive side
So he keeps it inside
With so much stress buildin' up
That you are ready to die for a love
A lot of things he tries to hide
Covers the tracks you got no solid proof
So you gotta let it slide
And I know it's tearing you apart inside
Everywhere you go you tell a nigga
Keep an open eye on your prize
But she can do up dirt on the low
Because if nobody seen it you don't really know the 411
But you heard she hittin' niggas off
Runnin' around the projects like a chicken with her head cut off
No respect for herself what'soever
If you hit the spot you could get her hot
And run up in her
You thought she was your bread-winner
Fed up with aggravation, a black girl lost
Trapped in a world of temptation
Chorus:
If ya nigga only knew
(that little trick put your lips at you too)
Verse 2:
I know this trick named trina
Trina drives a beamer
Everyday around my way
She comes through at a quarter to 2
If her man only knew like keith sweat
His so-called chick was straight twisted, wicked
Let me put you under what she did kid
I had her in the back-seat of the whip
Money was low and really couldn't fuck with the mo
One of them days I didn't have a place to go
She said so let's get it on
We don't need a whole lotta room to perform
Ya hear me?
As I responded loud and clearly
I don't really support sex without the condom
Ya feel me?
Very quickly she ripped out the life styles
And slobbed on the nob for a while
The thoughts that ran through my head
Was if her man only knew
How his baby mother is caniving and untrue
Verse 3:
Either ya do or ya don't
Ya will or ya won't
I'm one to believe niggaz's girls be getting boned
Every day of the year
These chickens don't care
They're living in a world that's unfair
Chorus:
If ya nigga only knew
That I was runnin' up in you

One two, one two, one shot, one two, last shot
Make the sound rock [hip hop, hip hip hop]
It's all about, it's all about [hip hop, hip hip hop]
Yo, who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I'm killing for them hips continuously
My rap is g-a-m-e
Vocals'll get u stymied
Got locals running wit me
Freeloaders tryna get me
But that's my shorty
I got her running through this planet, just like a bandit
But I don't trust her, 'cause she a hustla
She living for that loot like me, that's why she mine
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
She screwing anybody worth a high dollar sign
But what I like about her is she flips it,
[hip hop] that's why I keeps it
On my own thought, she peeps it, keeps them a secret
Until I manifest them through her, allowing her to give it to ya
'cause when I screw her, she holla
I take her to the finest places
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Just so I can meet some other pretty faces, my g leave no traces
Niggas be talking bout my chicks around the globe
Natural nouns in the eyes, diamond verbs in the lows [hip hop]
Many stories told, a lot is made up
I know my shorty tricking, been wit her ten years,
I know she laid up
Wit, them nondescript, brothas who know they shit
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Even a few females came to her with the clit [hip hop]
They got her open but it's niggas like me that keep her focused
She'll fuck em, but never fall for jokers
Now peep the science, my hip hop is defiant? never!
I kick out this lab [hip hop] in any weather [hip hop]
For real
[you get the fuck out
You fucking bitch ass muthafucka
No you get the fuck out
Nigga get the fuck out
Fuck you fucking bitch ass nigga]
[don't stop, don't stop]
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Yo my name I hip hop
I be that nigga y'all tryna stop
But before I go, I'm letting all y'all know
This ain't even how it was supposed to be
I put myself on this map so we can enjoy that
What the deal niggas? it seems like rap is out to get me
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
He used to be my man until he started acting shifty
Occasionally, he showed love, it was bug
'cause one day he went from being a nice guy to superthug
He caught the fever, felonies to misdemeanors
On top of that a date rape charge in argentina [hip hop]
The meaner he got, the more records he sold
Started disrespecting everybody, and went gold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
To platinum, I seen him, said "yo son, what's happening? "
"nothing going on but gun clappin,"
He replied. as I'm looking at him dead in his eyes
I seen the devil himself in physical disguise
I had to get him out my cipher, my only chance was my nine
Wont be gone before that ass is mine
He thought the same thoughts that I thought
Before I started reaching
He pulled out the tech and started screeching
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Oh shit, son, that nigga hip hop just got hit up
[hip hop]
Word is bond, that nigga just hit the floor cold
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Aw, look at that shit [hip hop]
Hip hop was dying, I had to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation
They left him for dead, only played him on one station
I drug him to my lab, grabbed the pen and the pad
Wasn't sure he would make it, these mcs fucked him up bad
Fed him guns and drugs, laced him up in gear worn by so-called thugs
Had him hanging out in fucked up clubs
He lost his glow, only 17 addicted to blow
[hip hop hip hip hop hip]
Hip hop started a riot at every major show
Every time he lost his head another partygoer end up dead
He tried to blame it on what mcs said
They held him responsible, charged him as an adult
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
The billboard battlers, they beat his ass to a pulp
His man rap started fucking with r&b;
Left a nigga low, he talking bout "i'm strictly in it for the money"
He couldn't beat him, he joined him
Started the east coast-west coast conflict
Record sales boom, that's where he made his profit
As he lay on my floor to the next one, and thinking
[hip hop, hip hip hop]
Will what he helped to create help destroy him?
He wondered if he reaches his 21st without getting banned
In year 2000 [hip hop] he'll be a man, old enough to make a stand
[to the old school and the new school:
It's time we get this hip hop shit to the next horizon.
Ya nahmean? because them other cats got a new kind of game plan
For us so we must over overwhelm that shit that shit.
And bring it and bring it full-fledged full-fledged
To the next millenium. you know? and and and gp gp for the 90's
And beyond we here to bring y'all that shit man.
We here to bring y'all that shit that's gonna keep y'all rocking
And rocking throughout throughout pump us loud baby. word up]

All my brothers (what)
Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
Shaolin take it to the top
All the ladies (oowww)
Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin the party tight aiiight
[pop the brown hornet]
I be the one to break through your barrier
Bomb carrier
Ready to explode in hype mode
You'll catch a bad decision at any given
I was marked for death so now this is how the fuck I'm livin
Let me lay the law, let me connect four
G.p. the brand new reign, fuck what you sayin and thought
Standin tall but you comin up short
Might play a lot of games but this ain't your sport
Ran into the wrong one, I'm the son of a gun
You target practice, i'ma hit you off for fun
Answer one question, what crossed your mind
To make you think that you could fuck with my hip hop design
You out of fashion, on top of that you got me laughin
Like a gun toter up against an assassin
I'm the real mccoy, old school b-boy
Anything I seek I could create or destroy
It's like that, born with the strength to strike back
Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat
It's either you or my contract
All you gotta say is where we get it on at
And it's on
All my brothers (what)
Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
Shaolin take it to the top
All the ladies (oowww)
Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin the party tight aiiight
[rubberbands]
Movin in a city of crooks where they don't play by the books
It's off the hook, got me on crop
Ready to pop somethin in my circumference if we don't rock
But a lot of niggas snitch makin the streets too hot
Bitches too wanna be up in people's personal affairs
Let it die down, get it out the air
Gossipin to get rich, callin 1-800-tips
Hundred dollar ho went international on the richard bey show
Everybody wanna blow overnight
The secret to my success is I don't get too hype
Laid back killer instances, killer track
Make a snap remack
Bomb bandzee verses worse than crack
Highly addictive
The microphone's the glass dick and I'm smokin smash hits
I need to be rehabilitated
And if I write to the beat that only makes the murder of the track
Premeditated
[june luva]
How dare you even look my way
Better yet cross my path and have somethin to say
You wack rapper don't you know who you fuckin with
Niggas suck my dick, june'll be the first to bust your shit
Word up, get yourself hurt up, meanin fast
The first one that steps be the first one I click-click-blast
Hit em one time up in his brain
But didn't kill em, I left him mentally insane
It be bloodstains on the sidewalk from thugs postin
Animosity towards me will get you toasted
6 million ways, 365 days
I be on the street, crime pays
Nicks, dimes and treys used to be my hustle
Until I learned how to grab heat and take it with the muscle
And rush you, and pin you to the wall quickly
I'm shifty, low down dirty and gritty
All my brothers (what)
Let the world know it's hot
All the ladies (oowww)
[dark skinned assassin]
Can you feel us all up in your swat
Can't touch the God lyrical, far from typical style
Thirsty niggas couldn't drink if they walk a hundred miles
Broke thousands of clones in half, bones left in paths
Casualty, s.i. be I soulful by the craft
Devine self allah, the golden mic holder
Got this whole shit locked like the ayatollah
Rebel sink to levels as low as the devils
But the God made dirt to dig they grave with the shovel
Try to slay the master, his heartrate beats faster
Assault and battery make it hard to remember
Behold I the black avenger
Black as charcoal with a soul as cold as december
Timber, lumberjack raps that can injure
And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja
Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real
War, four score with a hundred raw niggas
[down low recka]
You wanna play the game of life and throw his life on the line
With these tank slang niggas, hundred percent genuine
Mental court got niggas doin time and
Frustration got me ready to do crime
Watch me shine like a comet
Orally smack niggas on the ground like they vomit
Frontin all them years you need to stop it
You see who comin, the rightful owners of this era
Who show the love but if necessary bring the terror
Self defense and retaliation, hold this fort
Throw them niggas off the court in this rap sport
Your center's too short, your forwards' is backpedallin
Your gods ain't hard, how you think you better than
Niggas with a plan who stand behind thoughts
Made known, reality show the grain blow
All over, universally consume your town like fire
Blaze the shit til we retire
All my brothers (what)
Let the world know it's hot 9-7 (what)
Shaolin take it to the top
All the ladies (oowww)
Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin the party tight aiiight
All my brothers (what)
Come on and gimme whatcha got 9-7 (what)
Shaolin take it to the top
All the ladies (oowww)
Show some love sugar, it's on tonight
Keepin the party tight aiiight
All the ladies, can you feel it in your
All my niggas, let the world know it's hot 9-7
Shaolin take it to the top

[pop the brown hornet]
I'm not sure no more, constant war
What's it all for
Everybody out here poor
Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap
Little shorties down the block pushin dope and coke
Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to
Overseer got you exactly where he want you
In the projects doin fucked up things
Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family's fiends
If it ain't one thing it's bound to be another
Peace to all the three time felons, word to mother
Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids
While the next man's in the world raisin your kids
Now what you gon do, it's all up to you
Be your own man or run behind your crew
If you get bagged don't expect no help
In the street life erybody roll for delf
Chorus: (2x)
Black on black crime, you know it got to stop
It's time that my peeps we start reachin for the top
The only way we gonna get there is together
Let's start the revolution, you know I'm for whatever
If I had one wish, every black man would be rich
Own they own property, have they tailor-made bitch
Live peacefully in luxury, comfortably
Every memory would be a buttermilk fantasy
We'd enjoy the great outdoor, muthafuck war
Everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour
Without the problems, we don't really need em
Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga would be handsome
The only drug would be jaw weed
With a little bombazee, that's all a black man need
Money would be somethin that we burned in the fire
While lampin in alaska with your midnight desire
Sippin on daiquiri, happily enjoyin the scenery
Snow fall natural like a girl's virginity
Erytime be like the first time
Somethin like the last time, remindin you of your pasttime
When things probably wasn't that great
Robbin niggas for weights, spent your childhood upstate
Couldn't escape the gun slingin, flower bringin
Under the buildin callin yourself kingpinin

1st thing first
Y'all niggas better recognize
First you better recognize g.p.
Yeah yeah, ain't nuthin but attitude up in here, knahmean
So peep next tight things baby
Chorus:
1st things first, you better recognize g.p.
Fuck all that other bullshit basically
Don't really care who you be with nigga
We comin through, keep your finger on the trigger
[june luva]
I keep creatin, producin flavor
That I gave ya like sugar from a neighbor
Save ya self cause I can't hold it back any longer
Feelings of hate is gettin stronger
Somethin in my mind's takin over me
Could it be the grim reaper controllin me
I don't know but I'm sick of this shit
One minute a nigga's insane the next legit
But check it, I'm on this mission like the one david banner
And through my travels I erupt in such a manner
Of explosion, some say that I'm the chosen
Wisdom that I speak leavin niggas stiff frozen
So gimme mines black, you know what I'm askin for
The utmost respect or I'm gonna tap that jaw
Better yet I'm tired of playin mister nice guy
Take the two piece combo to your eye
Uppercut, uppercut as I'm smashin
Consecutive body blows, ribs I'm crashin
The next time you wanna flex better do it in a different direction
Cause all this is my section
[down low recka]
I'ma get mine, as long as I do instead of try
Don't sweat I punk, go suck a dick and die
It's business, order number one catch wreck
Second i'ma go state to state (third) make connects
Next when I get there it'll be urgent
To stain your clean style washed in detergent
Don't fight, I observe the street life is trife
Bite in a car gettin your guts scarred
No food, your thoughts go through hunger, now I'm wrong for
Bringin the thunder in a song, it makes you wonder
All of a sudden I can taste it
Meanwhile wax was wasted shaolin replaced it, face it
Hittin the switches, fixin the glitches
Been through a lot from stitches to playin in ditches
Downin french bitches
Payin the cost and bein the boss and
Slingin boulders as a soldier, enforced extortion
What the fuck made a nigga tell me I don't know
I observe, all enfold to be a pro
I'm iller, strivin to be a top biller
Smokin the killer, and livin the high life like miller
[pop the brown hornet]
I play the host at your funeral
You been the victim of deadly lyrics
As I puff a bone and reminisce about the bullshit you said
Reach down and out your head, you been beheaded
On top of that your tongue's been shredded
No longer will your mouth get that ass in trouble
Resemblin nicole simpson, layin in a blood puddle
You shoulda knew what you was gettin yourself into
Fuckin with a nigga from my crew but it's too late
All your loved ones was at your wake
Wishin you hadn't of done it
The odds was one in a hundred
But still you wanted to test your skill
Now you're layin in the box all packed with rhymes that kill
Ain't no games here, it's strictly wear and tear
It's the rapper of the year makin love to your ear
I heard you smacked your girl in the shower
Cause you heard her singin my song, can we all get along
Guess not, you're mad cause I got her hotter than you ever got her
Off a nigga voice, she knew a nigga choice and all that
Kid the fly rapper, wet up with crack
Got the bitch comin back for more
Of the uncut raw hardcore she never had
Now I got her callin me dad
Nigga, unh, what, hear you buck, come on, unh, come on, unh

How many mcs must we put in pain?
[pop the brown hornet]
I had a dream that I was in an mc war
Kinda different than any other dream I had before
Mcs packin rhymes like jiggys be packin nines
They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin minds
I threw a metaphor, this player gave me an encore
They asked him what you go and fuck with pop for
You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry
If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology
An old school cat who got knowledge under his cap
So don't approach me with that bullshit black
Because I been there, did that, bust shots and sold crack
Been shot at but I been put here to rap
So no matter what you do and say my style been put here to stay
Just like the sun sees the next day
Manditory that you hear my story
To all them thugs who thought I wouldn't make it, you ain't got nuthin for me
You couldn't clean the shit off my shoes
That I stepped in when I was out there payin my dues
You's a blown fuse, bad news
Good for nothin like tattoos and saggy boobs
June luva drop the jewels on em
Warn em, go get em
[june luva]
Yo let's go to war, and my objective is to score
Collectin mad points as my opponents hit the floor
You better come the best way you know how nigga
Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga
I know you know the rules of new york
Bullshit walk, so kill all that bloodclot talk
We hawk, I stalk the streets with the ginsu
Anybody move, cop killer to your tissue
Hits you, put you where the good lord split you
Whoever that be doubtin my steez nigga please
I been through more shit than toilet bowl flushes
Ran through more clicks than nfl rushers
Plus this be the best connect that you've heard
In a long time, muthafuckers that's my word
Observe the way I just cock back and serve
Niggas in my way gettin hit with the ak
Automatic I'm quick to cause static
Laugh in your face, haha, then let you have it
So lounge my niggas you in the danger zone
It's only certain parts you's allowed to roam
And don't sleep cause shorties down the block is deep
Got somethin for that ass that lift you off your feet
And that's real
Chorus:
How many mcs must we put in pain
Before somebody says don't go against the grain
The grain, here to jumpstart the earth's engine
And keep the world movin and spinnin
[down low recka]
We been blessed with skill to make a nigga pay
So we gave a percentage away to mca
To take to universal from uptown round to china
You turn that tokyo back to south carolina
Whoever got the currency you got me performin at your big arena
That's full of smoke from medina
Roll up the greenery
My niggas backstage'll set the scenery
So I can let you know what rap mean to me
It's real cause cash rule under property
I'm goin at the family land, nuthin stoppin me
Cockin back nine, insertin em in nine holes
Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, mouth and nose
I been told by a higher power to do whatever
It takes to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader
Mentally I'm hooked by society
So I'm flippin on them niggas eyein me and payin high salary
For me to tell my brothers to kill each other
I ain't fuckin with the ignorant, I'm goin undercover
Breakin stereotypes along with cordless mics
When evil strike I beat that ass cause he can't fight
Chorus (2x)
Ha ha, spinnin, word up, movin, we keeps it
Movin, g.p. never losin
The grain, word up, niggas is always choosin
How we move and other shit, word up, it's that shit
Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin y'all, word up
Unh, keep it movin y'all, word up word up, the grain baby

Intro:
(whispering) take 'em shake 'em brake 'em (x8)
1,1,1,2, how we do it real son. word up. yo yo yo yo so now enter the next
Chamber yo yo check it.
Rubbabandz:
Yo yo when I approach the battlefields
Grab your neck and protect and never neglect the blood spill
I'm bein' all I can be like the army
Correct I'm droppin' more loads then dirty laundry
All four embarrassing you like a cold sore
I'm lockin' niggas down like the law
The eight ball must take a fall
Why it's like that?
The white ball takes out the black
I'm deeper then the pain being felt through abortion
Got to pay the cost and now this is extortion
Comin' out your pockets like sperm cause I'm forcin'
Your sweatin' I bring fear like armaggedon
Down low recka:
It's show time y'all can put that shit to rest
Watch down low wreck it in one verse or less
Give me room who the fuck is that strippin' in the back frontin'
Like he a mack stuntin'
With no stats but you lack thee intelligence to be a master
I season never teasin' for self pleasin'
I'll take 'em get into their brain cells and rape 'em
Shake 'em out of all reality and brake 'em
Hook:
Think you had enough of this roughness
Well get the fuck out my chamber nigga
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) till he had enough
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) enough of that real stuff
(take 'em shake 'em brake 'em) give it to 'em raw
In my chamber danger
Rubbabandz:
It took some time and a lot of thought to get my head together
It's like runnin' for your guns you might as well run forever
Dependin' on steal dick nigga you ain't shit
Cause gladiators don't need guns to cause crucial conflicts
We hit like mack trucks what the fuck was you thinkin'
I got stuck now I walk the streets without blinkin'
Cause I know the spotlight invites greedy and grimey individuals in my
Cipher
Forcing me to get hyper run up the steps plot on top of the roof and play
Mister sniper
(I see you nigga) 1-81 side chamber danger
One in the head I take your life outta anger
Intentionally get away with the crime and make it an unsolved mystery
Down low recka:
That's how the shit's suppose to be
Stop it's down lows turn to rock
Give me the mic plus gas to lock shows in blocks
I got the ladder
And if I ever fall from the top I'm a splatter
Then heat my way back to hot
It's a natural fact when it's wack I conteract
Down low (flip the sound) rns (flip the track)
And take 'em back you motherfuckin' right it's like that
I'm strapped with double edge swords and a mac
For ya area bitches got me runnin' from the cat
All I want is my m-o-n-e-y dime sack
It's on gp connects like full
War rns tracks lay law
And got this shit here locked we on top the forgotten rot
Shoalin zoo dirty rotten spot make it hot by lickin' shot
Then pursue a homicide this is stop 'em from committing suuuuicide

Intro:
Hey what's up fam? (what's goin' down? ) word to this gp shit right here
Nawmean? (1-2) turn my mic up. we're comin' through until the next
Millenium. (word born no doubt) time to hit 'em with that shit.
Down low reka:
Take flight thieves in the night hold ground
Swipe all belongings without making a sound
It's the low down crystal clear with these vocals
My international skills train the locals
World wide, what make you think that you can hide from the darkside
Fuck runnin' from the sun it's a no win situation goin' up against
Gladiation
Now knowin' what you're facin'
Junelover:
Question what was you representin' back in the days it the grain over fades
(I don't know) runnin' through my projects pickin' fresh cotton
Silly of you to think that gp would be forgotten
You spoiled rotten you with the man is allowed you with temp you plotted
Ways to make cream and took the profits elsewhere money grip
As far as I'm concerned your ass best not slip
Or get hit and injected with the truth to your vein
And a sticker on your face that reads "gp the grain"
You wonder where this shit in my from recognition (what what what what
What)
You been out for years and ain't a motherfucker mention
Where that shit came from instead you play dumb
Stapleton invented you you ain't know son?
A hundred grand for the head of thee imposter
Description of his face hangin' on the roster
Bring out the lie detector cause we beez the truth injector
You better watch what you say in my beretta
Will be used for the first time straight out the box
They dealt it to the hudson by the stapleton docks
Poppy hit me with that shit one time (no doubt)
And let these niggas know
Hook:
Gp forever shine as we illuminate and capture your state of mind
It's like we try to tell you time after time
You fuckin' with the raw
Pop the brown hornet:
The floor should of been empty because you against me
Is like a grown man against a baby
No way no how could you fuck with this
Before I'm done with you you'll be on my shit list
Dead and stinkin' for even thinkin'
You can pull off an upset please you don't pose near threat
You're a stink bomb I'm comin' stapleton style
To blow up your whole profile
My shiggy shiggy shaolin style is so rugged
Mc's that like our identity try to dub it
It can't be duplicated the way I situate it
It's too complicated I get highly modivated
It comes to battlin' mcs they start thinkin'
I wonder the fuck pop with the blood clot drinkin'
I hope it wasn't gas cause I'm about to get up in that ass
You fucked with me first but I should of been the last
Brother word to mother keep them feelings hurt
Dealing with the lyrical expert
Who don't give a hoot I'll be the first to shoot
Deadly lyrics ironically raisin' dead spirits
Rubbabandz:
Gp's comin' through call it a hostiel take over
You on the hunt for our lp like sean connery on the hunt for red october
Candy rappers dependin' on the power of a four leaf clover
President and plus part owner
Rubbabands got more fans than barcelona
You gettin' more record sales than me
Chances are slim like tryin' to get a job on wall street with a diploma
High school graduate just wasn't me
So '93 be the year I sign up for my g.e.d.
Takin' trades so I have something to fall back on
So on a job interview this looks good
Just in case our records don't sell, knock on wood
My fault but that's just a wild and crazy thought
Cause you know we goin' gold from like a month from when we drop
Cause gp the grain is just so so hot
To def get left in the dust we bust
Real hip hop guarenteed platinum and plus

[Hi-C]
For the ladies, a hundred-thirty pounds of beef, yeah
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leavin used rubbers on the mattress
[Daddy-O]
When I'm with my homies, we're rollin
Can't love a car unless it's stolen
Don't ask me what the price is,
but it's more than pussy tickle devices
[Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
(And you can fell the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat-sweat from my balls!
(YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
Sweat from my balls!
("What's the matter Mr. Jones?"
"Well I'm ashamed of the way you're playing!")
[Daddy-O and Hi-C]
And we come fully equipped
With a bad attitude and a hard ass [censored]
[Daddy-O]
For demonstrations, watch us slam her
Steady poundin' like a jackhammer
[Hi-C]
One sword edge you can't cop out
We're poundin you down 'til your eyeballs pop out!
[Daddy-O and Hi-C]
We're not your ordinary players [scratch]
[Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
(And she'll get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(She'll get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Get paid with the..)
Sweat from my biggedy-balls!!!
(Puh-puh-paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
[Hi-C]
Ahhh, check check check it out yo
Get a grip on the headboard and hold on to it
or get sent right through it
[Daddy-O]
BITCH! I'm bite ya [censored] the way that I'm lickin
Won't be gentle the way that I'm stickin 'em
I do a damn good job
and bitches on my dick like a human shish-ka-bob
[Hi-C]
Hey [woof] CB4 is fly
So grab them ankles, throw your [woof] in the sky
[Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C]
(And fell the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch, you can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my biggedy-balls!
(Bitch, you can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(BITCH!) Sweat-sweat from my balls!
(BITCH!) Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)

[Daddy-O]
CB4 in the motherfuckin house!
[Hi-C]
Yeah Gusto's in the motherfuckin house
with my man Dead Mike!
We breakin motherfuckers off 24-7!
So check this shit out!
Aiyyo Gusto... (whassup?)
KICK THAT SHIT!!!
[Hi-C]
Straight Outta Locash
A crazy mothafucka named Gusto
I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe
I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat
I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!
When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat
cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!
Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin
Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin
Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
Like to eat it, like to suck it
Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!
Crazy motherfuckers, hah hah!
(Where you from, nigga?)
[Daddy-O]
Comin straight out of Locash,
a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike
So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike
off a cliff, I'm drivin you over
Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover
Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark
I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark
Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you
A bullet in ya head is how I greet you (whassup nigga?)
A villain with a hat, and it's like that
I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track
Flat on her back, I give her some crack
It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT?
At my house (doin what?) wipin her ass
She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!

Mga paghandom ko
Sa kagahapon
Kung mobalik ba
Akong suta-on
Naghinaot lang
Na makalimtan
Kining gugma ko
Hupas na man
Mga pag-ampo ning
Adlaw oh mao ba ni?
Gipangayo ko
Ikaw pinalabi
Gipaabot ko oh
Asa naman?
Mensahi nato
Na-undan naman
Ang mga pag baw'g
Kong binuhatan
Nag basol karon
Ning tanan
Ikaw lang gihapon ang
Nanag-iya ning dughan
Bisan sa kasakit nga
Nahi-aguman
Handumon ka karon
Ug sa kahangturan
Kay ikaw ra ang
Gipangita ning dughan
Tabangi ko kini unsaon
Paglimot mo akong sugaton
Buhian ko ug mobalik na
Antuson nako ug mao nlang
Mga pag baw'g ko'ng binuhatan