Welcome
Come along for the trip! This is the system so get hip!! Didn’t give you a visa?/
still can’t escape going far Come/ and dance with us/
Systema Solar If there’s no money in the bank/
and you got nothing at all Come/
and dance with us/
Systema Solar Systema Solar/
Systema Solar/ Systema Solar
/ Systema solaaaaaaaaaaaaar! The way is set/
a distinctive system Paint pictures then twist em/
mix em itch em n switch em Be what you wanna be/
get free/ why wait and see There’s no limits/ old man, want cats in Hawaii giggin with it/
original, aboriginal With a special tone thats individual/
colombiano Go my own way, don’t follow/
mess with tone, give it my all, yo/
traveling up Just like the Apollo/ what’s the motto? Just like the Apollo /
Heeey!/ What’s the motto?/ Just like the Apollo What’s the motto?/
Just like the Apollo/
heeeey yea, just like the Apollo Like the Apollo, one pole today and the other tomorrow
Tumba tu tu tumba tu tu ba tu tumba Systema Solaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!
*Announcement: “Welcome to the musical concert with the most popular vidoe laser stereo on Earth
the whole social circle knows its worth/ that’s why when it sounds it packs every turf” Ai, what came…..
Systema solar And it’s stayin…..Systema solar Systema Solar Systema /
Systema solar Tumba tutumba tu tumba ba tu /Tumba tu tumba tu tumba
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My Kolombia
Scratches/ Man that’s violent! I stay in my Colombia dancin cumbia feelin fine/
My Colombia’s One of a kind/ I’ll never leave it behind I stay in my Colombia
dancin cumbia feelin fine/
My Colombia’s One of a kind/ I’ll never leave it behind Heeeey heeey ….
This cumbia starts off in a way that’s grotesque/
this is the way to make it fresh and direct/ What’s goin down yo/
What’s goin down yo/ for a visa to leave my country they said no
Workin hard left to right to make the impossible happen/
for some shit visa, just wanted to show my culture rappin/
tell me how much longer will this card-stackin craziness keep crackin
Just for being colombianoooooooooooooo They’ll check even your
spinal cord/ keep your I.D. stored but you won’t make the final board/
why treat my people like a crime my Lord And for me and my Colombia My people escape/
to other continents seeking strentgh/ maybe one day it’ll be my luck to say the same/
Then get chased down by dogs and cops straight off the plane HOOK I stay in my Colombia
dancin cumbia feelin fine/ My Colombia’s One of a kind/
I’ll never leave it behind I stay in my Colombia dancin cumbia feelin fine/ My Colombia’s One of a kind/
I’ll never leave it behind My colombia papa/ not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/
not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/ not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/
not gon change it na-ah Scratchs Co Co Co Colombia…! Look how my Colombia moves
just so Like a hummingbird coming blurred when it go How you want it? Tell me, like
a block party yo? Rhythm jump close we gon’ fly on this flow This gameplay ain’t dropped
off the top on the spot It’s got style and class and designed to stay hot Drag your sandals,
get goin forward motion Long live Colombia, I want Colombia only! HOOK My colombia papa/
not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/ not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/
not gon change it na-ah My colombia papa/ not gon change it na-ah Scratches/ What is this/
this business/ they tell me out there I stay in Colombia/ my block party’s right here What is this/ this business/
they tell me out there I stay in Colombia/ my block party’s right here Scratches Co Co Co Co Co Colombia…!
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Majagual
Listen Majagual/ heyyyy, cure you once and for all/ heyyyyy, gonna make you look sexy, relaxed/
goin laid back/ this, mama, I just want this, what’s this, lemme try some/ good to go hon/ what whaaat/
hey man give life to this bitter life/ happiness, you gotta move a little light/ huuuee we all headed for the graveyard
someday/ take off that serious face hueee/ the getdown is the cure , for (woooooooo) sure, for sure/ hey hey
MAJAGUAL/ listen Majagual heyyyy, cure you once and for all/ heyyyyy, gonna make you look sexy, relaxed/ goin
laid back/ this, mama, I just want this, what’s this, lemme try some/ good to go hon/ what whaaat/ hey man give life
to this bitter life/ happiness, you gotta move a little light/ huuuee we all headed for the graveyard someday/ take off t
hat serious face hueee/ the getdown is the cure , for (woooooooo) sure, for sure
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Without a job
OOOhhhhhhhahhhhhhh!
We say what we feel, keep it real, still we happy.
Bad situation, odor in my nose is nasty Here in Pekin/
hunger is the king/ while others do their thing in fancy suits and big rings/
bling-bling just a fling but we can’t do a thing/ Why bother risin just to fall back down/
dozens keep climbin then come crawl back ‘round/ stay stuffed with shame, keepin
eyes to the ground/ life is funny like that, make u laugh out loud/ here to there, there to here,
it’s just the way of the crowd/ though it’s really all for nothing, and nothing for what reason?/
Blindfold me in the forest, I find my road n keep reachin/ season by season/ that’s freedom,
all the way to life’s end/ odyssey round each bend like the means to an end/creating things
outta problems before us/ life can be ugly, just like the forest/ adore us or abhor us ,you can
never ignore us/ we warriors, stay ready, and stay on the grind/ from Pekin to wherever,
anyplace, anytime. HOOK When I move thru the city, things get confused and blurred
So I move thru the city, to see what might occur On foot, look, always on foot/ giving
the horizon a good on foot look When I move thru the city, things get confused and
blurred So I move thru the city, to see what might occur On foot, look, always on foot/
giving the horizon a good on foot look
Scratch Aaaaaaaaa..ñjlljljhkghgkg aaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaakhhiitjjhfghdfjaaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaa..ñjlljljhkghgkg aaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaaaakhhiitjjhfghdfjaaaaaaaaaaa
Go out lookin for a job Look for a job and there’s nothing Ironed suits pass in a mob
While I make my day into something oh no no Go out lookin for a job Look for a job n there’s
nothing Ironed suits pass in a mob While I make my day into something oh no no
Wooooooooooooo na na na na na na na Wooooooooooooo na na na na na na na
and there’s nothing Na na na na na Wooooooooooooo Aaaaaaaaa..ñjlljljhkghgkg aaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaakhhiitjjhfghdfjaaaaaaaaaaa Aaaaaaaaa..ñjlljljhkghgkg aaaaaaaaaaa
Aaaaaaaaaaakhhiitjjhfghdfjaaaaaaaaaaa “In the end/
what’s the question my friend…? the point is to be happy, to be happy…”
Wooooooooooooo na na na na na Wooooooooooooo na na na na na No end no end/
no end no end no end no end In the end no endddddd/
iiieeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaa “In the end/ what’s the question my friend…? be happy, be happy, be happy…”
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In the bones…
What’s the point in greeting dawn with fear Impregnating your
bones What’s the point in greeting dawn with fear Impregnating
your bones What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn Each new day
that begins I wake to dawn’s brightness/
move thru the streets with a lightness/
take care what you might miss/
don’t be able to be what you don’t wanna be/
you should always stay real and free, free The slow time inside
absorbs me Distinct from the outisde coming towards me Cities
like mazes that we livin in Alone in the oblivion/
I won’t bluff Out there you hear to beware, livin’s tough This ain’t
your appointment, this ain’t your time An inverse search unearths
what you don’t need to find There’s no point in greeting dawn if
you don’t take off the mask And the sadness/
that shames every task What’s the point in greeting dawn with fear
Impregnating your bones What’s the point in greeting dawn with
fear Impregnating your bones What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn You tell it to me/
you tell it to me/ cause life is a gift and it’s meant to be free/
I stay doing me/ carry no cross you see/ at the end of the road is
where the light always be And at every dawn you’re a brand new being/
n positive light shines on everything you’re seeing The slow time inside
absorbs me Distinct from the outisde coming towards me Cities like
mazes that we livin in Alone in the oblivion/
I won’t bluff Out there you hear to beware, livin’s tough This ain’t your
appointment, this ain’t your time An inverse search unearths what you
don’t need to find There’s no point in greeting dawn if you don’t take
off the mask And the sadness/
that shames every task What’s the point / What’s the point What’s the
point in greeting dawn What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn What’s the point in
greeting dawn with fear Impregnating your bones What’s the point in
greeting dawn with fear Impregnating your bones What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point in greeting dawn What’s the point /
What’s the point What’s the point ohhhhhuohhhhh Checking out the zone/
people, stay strong when nostalgia hits home/
many change with doubt that don’t cure the soul But a clear mind clears out
a calm for the whole So you can keep on/ not run, stay strong/ cause just
living to live don’t make your life strong/ just living to live just ain’t keepin on…
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Young Boy
“¡Innocent victims of all races/ of all regions/ of all ideologie
from here/ to there In this whole geography of blood/ of mourning!”
Young boy!
Young boy!
Young boy!
Young boy!
Young boy from my block/ flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare
Young boy from my block/
flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare Young boy from my block/
flowers in his hair/
and his feet are bare Young boy from my block/ flowers in his hair/
and his feet are bare Young boy! Young boy! Let’s get dancing!
Let’s get dancing!
Young boy!
Let’s get dancing… Let’s get dancing ahhh la la la la la la la Let’s get dancing
ahhh la la la la la la la ahhh la la la la la la la Young boy from my block/
flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare Young boy from my block/
flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare
Young boy from my block/ flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare
Young boy from my block/ flowers in his hair/ and his feet are bare
Having sense I express myself to my people faster/ in flesh and bone
not in plaster Oh come come come analyze/
let good thinking guide your mind/ which good analysis makes precise
with time The cops hitting us with sticks from behind I got no club,
but put up my flag for the youth, try to stay guided by the light of the cross,
that’s the truth Breathe deep! Aspire! Reach higher, hear my call Follow me,
I wanna see you be able to knock down these walls Go ahead, go ahead,
don’t get stuck, keep going Head to the top, yeah, and we don’t stop,
no no no no Head to the top, yeah, and we don’t stop, no no no no Young boy!
We live as though we were the beggars of the universe, no good From every
moment in time, from every block, every hood. Young boys from hoods all
over the world! Stay on your game, stay on the creation/
of zones free from fear/ with freedom of expression/ and zero desperation
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Fayaguaya (Firewire)
Hayyyyy
Iiiieeeeeeejaaaaa weeeepaaaaaaageee
I have my firewire You have your firewire He has his firewire
The latest firewire I have my firewire You have your firewire
He has his firewire The latest firewire And it’s not for fire ha ha ha
Fayaguaya /
fayaguaya Fayaguaya /
fayaguaya Weeeeeepa /
poke the donkey / wiiiipiiiiiiii / poke it Silicon Valley going broke/
pure current broke it I have a crazy load of work And my head is
exploding The camera won’t connect And my hard drive isn’t loading
I went to the market/ to try and fix the problem Bless this computer,
too many tricks and I can’t solve em for for a Firewire/
firewire Fayaguaya / fayaguayaaaaaaaaa Clarinet solo
Fire wire fire wire Fire fire fire wire fire fire fire wire
Oh how fucked up this technology is What worked yesterday is shit today,
like this I was with my woman, trying to stay communicated But it’s so
complicated I can’t stay concentrated Aaaaay my god Wish I could fire
this wire Wish I could fire this wire haha haha ha ha You’re screwed /
Fayaaaaaaa Firewire/
firewire Fayaguaya /
fayaguayaaaaaa Fayaguaya /
fayaguaya Fayaguaya /
fayaguayaaaaaa Fayaguaya fayaguaya
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Beating Offbeat
Confusing the Amazons/ with agua and panela
Confusing the Amazons/with agua and panela
Confusing the Amazons/ with agua and panela
Confusing the Amazons/ with agua and panela
with agua and panela with agua and panela
with agua and panela
Check it the wind is a mixed up din Check it the
sun is burning your skin Check it the Earth is trem-b-lin’
Check it the earth is moving under your and your heart is
beating offbeat can´t win And your heart is beating offbeat
can´t win offbeat can´t wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin
Confusing the Amazons Check it the wind is a mixed up din
Check it the sun is burning your skin Check it the Earth is trem-b-lin’
And your heart is beating offbeat can´t win Check it the wind is a mixed
up din Check it the sun is burning your skin Check it the Earth is trem-b-lin’
And your heart is beating offbeat can´t win And your heart is beating offbeat can´t win
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Amenaza
So many threats going on in my land What´s going on,
I don´t understand In the same home, man what´s the plan?
And where am I to go if I must stay Here/ living in the storm
that don´t stop like gunplay Sad face/ Blood all over the place
Many mothers´ hands tied, can´t chase Lost children,
just living empty days Will Juliana come home or no How bout
Jane Doe and John Doe When will they arrive, how many more will die?
Leave the house, never return, and we never know why.
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The Yellow
Where you at…Dj Corpas…thanks Juancho
People against people, race against race
They’re shooting at each other yet come
from the same place People run in all directions /
Don’t even realize hunger’s come Look down the path,
and see there’s no more song On the farm, only resentment
has been sown By those that came with promises that were
never their own looking for votes, but all talk in the end And
over on the natives’ land another man’s dead And many more
have left the mountains, leaving harvests behind Thanks to those
with no scruples, just violence on the mind Look in the mine, you’ll
see nothing’s left, nothing’s doin And in the neighborhoods only
terror and ruin Search as you may…aya… Keep searching, because
we don’t know how much longer this will last, and if it will ever be
all in the past…
The same story The same ones giving it out Some leave, some stay,
save yourself is what it’s about They say here there’s just bad news
and bullets flying They even say there’s nothing left but they’re lying
Say violence is on a rampage and goes with he who imposes fear,
cutting in, he who shows that he’ll do whatever it takes to be number
one no matter what, don’t care, come what come And the fight goes on
with no shame One pocket gets filled, so many more people get slain
Ignorance abounds so the people stay confused And they say nothing,
stay used And they complain about the wanderer the beggar the thief
Complain that they got burnt but don’t get relief
And na na na na na na (chorus) Where is the enchantment of our skies?
Where is the blood that our warriors shed? Where is the wealth, where
is the gold, where is the yellow, the blue and the red? Where is the yellow,
the blue and the red, where is the yellow, the blue and the red, where is
the yellow?
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You´ll See
She comes from the hood Humble,
with joy in her eyes He´s fancy,
likes perfume Tumbling towards desire
They have a material commitment
Artificial is the sum of it A plastic kind
of love But who knows what might come
of it You´ll see soon in the end when
she leaves you Don´t know or maybe
just don´t want it to be true Waitin for spring/
skies to be blue Check her look cause her
hook is your checkbook Watch out your
wallet´s gon’ get took Waiting for a full moon,
will you get shook? She wants to win him over
but the gentleman don´t know this
She dresses up preens, seems like a queen but
he still doesn´t notice An artificial world controls him/
doesn´t wanna look when she passes In love there´s no
rules Much less social classes You´ll see soon in the
end when she leaves you
Don´t know or maybe just
don´t want it to be true Waitin for spring/
skies to be blue Check her look cause her hook
is your checkbook Watch out your wallet´s gon get took
Waiting for a full moon will you get shook? You believe
that she has no heart Just think of the plane that will tear
you apart Of your checkbook and the new mansion you´ll
buy While she´s dying for you, you just letting her die
You believe that she has no heart Just think of the plane
that will tear you apart Of your checkbook and the new
mansion you´ll buy While she´s dying for you you just
letting her die
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Who’s the Big Boss ?
Now the cops are on my trail cause
I’ve got the product Came to the hill,
know the deal, the bullets got shot up
Even the gringos wanna take me,
get me extradited out the game Even
my friends call me boss, with my country
house and my plane My bodyguards, my pretty girls,
my mansion, my ride And you know my wallets always full,
got the dollars inside From a big stash Not just anyone got
this kind of cash They call me from the highway, say they’re on
their way Once they cross the border, we got it made today
And if we score, we’re gonna celebrate tomorrow
Heeeeeeeey heeeeeeyyyy Systema Solarrrr
And who’s the big boss
Who’s the big boss,
and who’s the big boss Who’s the big boss, and who’s the big boss
Heeeeeeeey heeeeeeyyyy Systema Solarrrr
Who’s the big boss, and who’s the big boss I’m from the FBI and
I’m looking for a gangster There they buy, they sell, and get the
merchandise wholesale There they buy, they sell, and get the
merchandise wholesale There they buy, they sell, and get the
merchandise wholesale There they buy, they sell, and get the
merchandise wholesale I just sent another boat and
I already sent a plane And if we score today, tomorrow we celebrate
I just sent another boat and I already sent a plane And if we score today,
tomorrow we celebrate
And who’s the big boss,
the one who sends the plane up Who’s the big boss,
the one who sends the big truck How’s the big boss, just sent you a million
bucks Who’s the big boss, better keep your mouth shut And who’s the big boss,
the one who sends the plane up Who’s the big boss, the one who sends the big
truck How’s the big boss, just sent you a million bucks Who’s the big boss,
better keep your mouth shut Heyyyyyyyyyy shout out to the big boss
Scratches wi wi with pleasure! Heyyyyyyyyy Systema Solarrrrrrrr
Comin’ out ahead
I go out in search of
fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Uy
Fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Hey hey hey
I don’t want millions to spend at the store
Don’t wanna stay in all the New Yorks, what for?
Sirs let me explain what I want so much more
I want children’s laughter and colors galore
On the beach I followed
The Systema Remix
Let the crisis Be Fixed
More Peace Baby Earth is VIP it’s
Time to come with Systema, enjoy the beach bliss
I go out in search of
fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Uy
Fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
I’m comin out ahead
And flovinova got this party going boom
No borders, just sweeps through like a broom
Like Cojinoa swimmin in the breeze with a tune
Electric beat, Systema in the zone noon to noon
I go out in search of
fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Uy
Fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Life is sweet but in the ocean it’s the most
Go out in my canoe, riding ‘long the coast
Word, I’m off to go fishin’
in my canoe along the coast don’t mean to boast
I go out in search of
fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
Uy
Fried fish n shrimp to get me fed
Chipi chipi and rice soup
I’m comin out ahead
I don’t wanna pay no mind to folks I don’t know
Payin mind the year ends, you just wonder where it go
clean my mind at year’s end though work’s got me broke
I save up a lil’ more to make up for them folk
Who try n trick me out of mine’s, keep my spirit awoke
Not a bolt of lightning misses me, Oh yo
Only the beach brings the flow, yea you know
Guepajé and flavor oh oh
Gaita my man bring the flow
Beach flow, Yea you know
Guepajé and flavor oh oh
Gaita my man bring the flow
Beach flow, Yea you know
Guepajé and flavor oh oh
Guepajé and flavor oh oh
Guepajé and flavor oh oh
Hey leave it right there don’t take it, don’t take it I said
I’m comin out ahead
I’m comin out ahead
Lyrics: J. Primera / A. Acosta / W. Hernández / J.C. Pellegrino
Music: J.C. Pellegrino / A. Acosta / W. Hernández / D. Broderick
Recorded live at LA CAZA Studio
Used interpreted by D. Broderick
Percussion A. Gutierrez
Scratches DJ Corpas (A. Acosta)
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Don’t Have, Don’t Need
I don’t have no moms and don’t need homey, kids
Since I already got nothin’ and it is what it is
I don’t have no moms and don’t need homey, kids
Since I already got nothin’ and it is what it is
I don’t have no moms and don’t need homey, kids
Since I already got nothin’ and it is what it is
I don’t have no moms and don’t need homey, kids
Since I already got nothin’ and it is what it is
Don’t have, don’t need
Don’t have, don’t need
Don’t have, don’t need
Don’t have, don’t need
Got nothin, but I stay smilin
You know how the nuts stay wilin
But I stay livin no
Dialing filing hiring firing lie aling piling stylin
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Musicians: A. Acosta / J. Pellegrino / A. Gutierrez
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María Casquito
She left and never came back
My soul’s empty, she went away
My companion in my solitude
My companion day after day
And the thing I wanna say…
…is she left and never came back
My soul’s empty, she went away
My companion in my solitude
My companion day after day
And the thing I wanna say…
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away oh man I gotta say
I’ll never find another like her
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away oh man I gotta say
I’ll never find another like her and she has gone away
I looked for her everywhere
And my neighbor said my friend
I saw her by the river
But no one has seen her again
I looked for her everywhere
And my neighbor said my friend
I saw her by the river
But no one has seen her again
The thing is she’s gone away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away oh man I gotta say
I’ll never find another like her
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away oh man I gotta say
I’ll never find another like her
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away
My lil’ donkey went away oh man I gotta say
I’ll never find another like her
María Casquito give me a kiss
To remember your life like this
María Casquito give me a kiss
To remember you by little miss
María Casquito give me a kiss
To remember your life like this
María Casquito give me a kiss
To remember you by little miss
Lyrics: J. Primera / A. Acosta
Music: D. Broderick / J.C. Pellegrino
Maracas: Alain Manjarres de Boza / Recorded by J. Perez Escaff Studio
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The Movement’s Corner
Friendly listeners at this moment we leave you
with this song, pearl of the Carribean, here from Barranquilla
Say!
Everyone put yoru hands up,
Systema so you know!
Good no matter where we go
From the streets of Curramba
everyone’s got somethin to say,
everyone’s got somethin to say
but always in such a sweet way
And on top of this
it’s the talk of the moment right now
the commentary that comes
from the movement’s corner somehow
Hey on 8th street, come on up, going to Santuario
From the streets of Curramba
everyone’s got somethin to say,
everyone’s got somethin to say
but always in such a sweet way
And on top of this
it’s the talk of the moment right now
the commentary that comes
from the movement’s corner somehow
Which one is it, the movement’s corner, yo?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
Which one is it, the movement’s corner?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
The other day I saw quite a show
a little chick out walking
and an old man passing gawking
passed right out you know.
Which one is it, the movement’s corner, yo?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
Which one is it, the movement’s corner, yo?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
Off to Taboga, to 100th with Azuca and Salao, let’s go
The true curramba corner/ parties hard n hot don’t let it burn ya / end to end/
whole lot of rhythm whole lot of heart/ curramba style, heatin it up is the art
This old cat who straight passed out came so relaxed
said he was comin from the Abajo hood’s carnival when I asked
What a party lover, old curramba lover no doubt
check him out check him out check check check him out
Which one is it, the movement’s corner, yo?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
Which one is it, the movement’s corner, yo?
Which one is the corner of guaguancó?
Man but let’s keep it movin, so
let’s go to la Troja, keep up the flow
no joke, there are plenty of hot spots to go
Dance alone, just be/ like all the Barranquilleros, set your steps free
Systema Solar keeping the legacy of Carribean flavor alive
Cuba and la Arenosa one rhythm / with Barranquillero pride
And this was the group Systema Solar in collaboration with Sonora Matancera y the one and only Nelson Pinedo
Voice: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Adaptation: A. Acosta / J.C Pellegrino / D. Broderick / A. Gutierrez
Writer/Composer: Senen Suarez
Piano: Obert Lopez Junior
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Antena
Get into it so you can relax
Check what I’m bringing it’s more than crazy tracks
It’s my movie of the day
Changing there to melody, hey hey hey
I brought it to your screen so you can see
It ain’t just fiction made for you and me
You’ve got your recording too
Go ahead and show it, we wanna see you
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ your transmission
Is not the same/ as your television
What’s your/ very own revolution
connection, not just/ the TV’s contribution
Walk around like you under a spell someone
cast on you
I don’t watch TV, no notion of what media
asks me to
do and as I plan to keep on passin through Don’t think you’ll see me glued like a zombie to a
plastic tube
Yea I don’t know how you’ll take it
But I won’t erase my ideas, worth millions even if I never make it Take it fresh, like water from the stream
in truth say I did what I did and I did what I mean
and not that someone else told me what to do
can’t sell me, to myself I stay true
They wanna sell me tell me rinse me and convince me
I wanna make an antenna come out my head
and broadcast ideas simply
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ your transmission
Is not the same/ as your televisión
What’s your/ very own revolution
connection, not just/ the TV’s contribution
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ your transmission
Is not the same/ as your television
What’s your/ very own revolution
connection, not just/ the TV’s contribution
And may your guts dance
towards a primitive future that’s rife
with the invincible wonders of life
flowing from inside like the guts of the ocean
Not be televised like guts of the ocean in motion
Not be televised
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ transmission/ Not be televised
What’s your revolution
Your connection /not be televised/ your transmission
Not the same as television
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ your transmission
Is not the same/ as your television
What’s your revolution
Your connection/ your transmission
Is not the same/ as your television
What’s your/ very own revolution
connection, not just/ the TV’s contribution
Lyrics: J. Primera / A. Acosta /W. Hernández / V. Gocksch
Music: D. Broderick / J.C Pellegrino
Scratches: DJ Corpas (A. Acosta)
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Warrior Indian
There in the mountain goes an indian warrior
Wise from sacred land, sings to land, lettin stories pour
sing, sing, frank caste
Indian rebellion unmasked
They are aboriginal, of the heart and original
Indian goes indian goes
working in the mountain
Indian goes indian goes
working in the mountain
A long time ago in an ancient era
The indígenous traded gold coins for mirrors
In this new age we’re not gonna let ourselves lose our balance We are indians with warrior talents
Aborigen aboriginal
Aborigen aboriginal
Falling on the mystikal earth he arrived
no one saw him cutting through tides
Quite a bit Soncontrón
Kinda like a Dogón
Tracking fire and light
Hidden energy slides into sight
Blaze of a single ancestral sun
in a single ancestral sun
Indian goes with the strength of the sea
Mambe strength to never stop, never flee
Indian goes
Indian goes with the strength of the sea
Mambe strength to never stop, never flee
Indian goes
Indian goes
Aborigen aboriginal
Aborigen aboriginal
aboriginal
aboriginal
Indian who toils/ in mountain soils/ don’t fall/ for lies and foils
please go, go and let him know
Indian who toils/ in mountain soils/ don’t fall/ for lies and foils
please go, go and let him know
Indian who toils/ in mountain soils/ don’t fall/ for lies and foils
please go, go and let him know
Indian who toils/ in mountain soils/ don’t fall/ for lies and foils
please go, go and let him know
go, go and let him know
go, go and let him know
let him know, let him know
let him know, let him know
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Music: D. Broderick / J.C Pellegrino / A. Gutierrez
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Artificial
I thought everything would change
Thought it would all be different than before
Living some fantasies
A deaf and weak body is worth nothing more
You dreamed and you smiled
Didn’t know that it just wasn’t so
Looked for more, wanted more
Endless days, that’s how they go
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Life is crazy
when you risk get rich quick schemes
pleasures, win or lose often means
You try it without loving it but in your heart
I;m not in charge
Just money and whims I know what you desire
It’s your greed on fire
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Egos that corrode
That don’t let humanity unfold
Egos that corrode
That don’t let humanity unfold
Egos that corrode
That don’t let humanity unfold
Egos that corrode
That don’t let humanity unfold
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
I have to admit
a change in the superficial
That’s what happens when you live artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Artificial
Artificial
to humanity
Featuring Debbie Harry from Blondie
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Music: D. Broderick / J.C Pellegrino
Guiro: Kike Egurrola
Bongo: A. Gutierrez Recorded By por J. Perez Escaff Studio
Voice J. Primera Recorded By KCROLO Records Cartagena
Scratches: DJ Corpas (A. Acosta)
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Ain’t nuttin/ like a pants’ button
There’s a party dancin in me
I go through life happy and fancy-free
I tell you
We were talking with our crew
Checking out life, details that keep it new
No doubt it’s about/ if it’s in or it’s out
Tho’ for some just fitting right/ is all that it’s about
That it fits snug
Stays put when you tug
Some want it round
Some want it square
Some have it on their shirt
Or on the slacks that they wear
Hey! What a crazy trip
This button over there
Oh oh oh oh oh ain’t nuttin/ like a pants’ button
Why should I tighten my belt
If the economy don’t last
I don’t wanna spend my life
From bill to bill, tax to tax
Bills and more/ bills comin fast
If you tighten your belt going through a rough time
Don’t lower your belt cause mansion folk living fine
I’m never right, don’t got even a dime for a lime
Don’t see meat even in dreams, still I rhyme
That there ain’t nuttin/ like a pants’ button/ like a pants’ button
Lyrics: W. Hernández / J. Primera
Music: W. Hernández / J.C. Pellegrino / A. Acosta / D. Broderick / A. Gutierrez
Guitar: Franklim Montaño
Recorded live at Casa Biyuka
Machines interpreted by D. Broderick / J.C. Pellegrino
Flowmachine A. Gutierrez
Scratches Dj. Corpas (A. Acosta)
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The Frog
Chorus
Move yourself move yourself don’t stop
Did you hear me proper? Don’t stop stop
Movement/ groove went/ full time, moves went
Crazy, can’t stay still for a minute
Make my mistakes but it’s all how you spin it
The cop wants to mess with me and play
The same thing happened to me yesterday
The same thing happened to me yesterday
Seein them now everywhere daily
With movement gone crazy
Jou jou jou
Chorus
May no one rob your creativity
May no one detain your dignity
May no one usurp your liberty
In the universe… life!
Weeeeepa!
What’s good!
Me I move Jou!
No new news jou
Just me just me against the world
Negative energy at bottom swirls
Like fire this hemisphere
Advances serious but rather tipsy
I put you in stereo
What could the remedy for this be
I’m like a radio
Or a paper they daily deliver
Or like a neighborhood
Swept away by the river
How many are moving? Move, the one who moves loves/ You gotta move yourself/ See, so you’re not messed up
Stuck hungry and cold
Make some noise to the groove/ hey you haven’t moved/
you’ll move to advance/ to always snatch a better chance
Obvious! obvious! obvious!
Move yourself over here over there over here over there
Over here over here over here
Moving like ants but not collecting crumbs in a dance
Move yourself!
We’re moving!
Move yourself already! Move yourself already!
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Music: J.C. Pellegrino W. Hernández / P. Beltrán (Peyito)
Recorded live at LA CAZA estudio
Machiness interpreted by D. Broderick
Scratches Dj. Corpas (A. Acosta)
Percussion A. Gutierrez
Intro “Tres Punta” interpreted by Corraleros del Majagual
Copyright Fuentes EdiMúsica
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Machete
Eeeh machete! / Eeeh machete!
Eeeh machete! / Eeeh machete for to clear the way
of poison snakes seeking peasants as prey
Eeeh machete for to clear the way
of poison snakes seeking peasants as prey
Peasant why are you going and gonna stop planting here
you know little by little this path’ll disappear
The land I wanna plow/ I don’t wanna stop farming now
you know this little path with all its bugs that flit
is gonna disappear alongside the machete that you clear it with
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Eeeh machete for to clear the way
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Eeeh machete for to clear the way
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Eeeh machete! / Eeeh machete for to clear the way
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Eeeh machete for to clear the way
Of poison snakes seeking peasant as prey
Machete! / machete!/ machete!
bibo ko di buele
Kuobo de too tube
akuebe de too te ga
bibo ko bibo ko
wogua tu kebo gaaaa
wo ke beren kibo
Where are you off to? Let me know
With machete in hand, he’s gone, yo
the machete is for opening where I’ve decided here to go
reflect bro
Dodging slopes, leaving people behind
Decided in spirit and mind
and good luck to he who stands in my way he will find
A smack, hey, with the machete , smack, hey, with the machete
smack, hey, with the machete, smack, hey hey
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Music: J.C Pellegrino / A. Acosta / A. Gutierrez
Percussion recorded by J. Perez @ Escaff Studio
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Tukupakata
Well the word around town
is there’s a new word with a new sound
got something to do with a mister that’s saying
That the word as it’s heard is more potent than praying
if you say it my friend
All your troubles straight end.
-word, sweet.
This cat arrived with turntables, had the whole deal
´say it say it so we can see how it feels
Tukutukupakata
Tukutukupakata
Tukutukupakata
Tukutukupakata
Tukutukupakata
Tukutukupakata listen to it and compare it
Compare it it’ll sound everywhere it
Goes everywhere I go I share it
I go to the party man followin the beat
of my joy filled Carribean coast so sweet
you see what you write what you show in the street
I bring you rhythm to keep you moving your feet
shake off your troubles with a musical treat
Pull it out from inside, where’d it come from
Rhythm enters you then comes out of you like you were a drum
You’ll move even if you don’t wanna hear it, can’t stay numb
Rhythm enters you then comes out of you like you were a drum
You’ll move even if you don’t wanna hear it, can’t stay numb
Shake off your troubles with a musical treat
Pull it out from inside, where’d you get that beat
Rhythm enters you then comes out of you like you were a drum
You’ll move even if you don’t wanna hear it, can’t stay numb
Well look at these feet and these rusty hips
Leave em alone, they gonna move and move with a swish
May the person dance, move the head just so
Move the body and feel the flowwwww
Tukutukupakataaaaaaa
(Tambor alegre solo)
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t no mapalé
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t this ain’t
This ain’t no mapalé
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández / A. Acosta
Music: J.C Pellegrino / A. Acosta
Recorded live in LA CAZA Studio
Used Interpreted by D. Broderick
Scratches DJ Corpas (A. Acosta)
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And this is what it is!
And it is!
And this is what happened to the story of a friend of a friend of a cousin of an uncle of a nephew
Just imagine if your mind’ll let you
And it is!
No joke
And this is what happened to the cousin of a friend of a nephew of an uncle of a cousin of a nephew of Pay’s aunt
Wait’ll you see, check it out if you want!
And it is!
Girllll!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
I had a little fried food stand
with Carlito’s mama lending a hand
a pair of shorts and sandals, that’s somethin
And now I got nothin
And now I got nothin
And even the photos of my son
tucked away in books
get stuffed in pockets
Sick of being broke I gotta stop it!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Let me tell you, pay attention, listen good
they even took my TV cause they figured they could
Yes sir, and even a minor just left out the door
they took my last pair of pants and I ain;t got no more
Crazy, right, see what I’m sayin
they even took my belt, no playin
And things really ain’t that hot, that’s the thing about this
I’m more salted than a mermaid’s kiss
They took the rum from the refrigerator
money under the mattress, even the coins saved for later
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
and this is what they took form you but that ain’t nothin
water, gold, coltan, and silicon no frontin,
man even the air that we breathe
what’s right here ain’t enough for them, best believe
And this is and has been the story of a cousin of an uncle of a nephew of the uncle of the grandson of the nephew of the cousin that left for Miami
Yup!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Little work to be had, pockets are hurtin
Work all day like a beast of burden
Get home to bare cupboards, bare fridge for certain
And this is what it is!
And this is what it is!
Girl, they took the Amazon a long time ago
And now I got nothin yo
And now I got nothin yo
Lyrics: J. Primera / W. Hernández
Music: A. Acosta / J. C Pellegrino