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 ‹Ãðóïïà: Magic Affair.                 ‹
 ‹Àëüáîì: Omen (The story continues...).‹
 ‹Ãîä   : 1994 (Àëüáîì N1).             ‹
 ‹Ñòèëü : Techno.                       ‹
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  (Âîêàëèñòêà: Franca Morgano;
  Ðýïïåð: A.K. Swift. Âòîðîé àëüáîì
  ïèñàëñÿ äðóãèì ñîñòàâîì [êàêèìè-òî
  äâóìÿ äåâóøêàìè], ïîëó÷èëîñü íå ïëîõî,
  íî â ýòîì ôàéëå ðå÷ü íå î íåì, à î
  Ï Ð Å Ä Ç Í À Ì Å Í Î Â À Í È È . . . ) .
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                             -= Omen III =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

Do what you want, but think about the Omen
  a vision in your mind will lead your way.
Go where you want, but don't forget the Omen
  a light at your side will show you where.
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1# Ðýï:

   Straight from the underground, let me kick this quik, def'n'mystic.
In other words let the spirits get to you, drop a spell, kind a like vodoo.
Experience, the power to to be hold, strong enough to make the space unfold
  Eyes roll back with the signal "dead" I'm ready, nightmares kind a like 
                                  Freddy.
Please to present the knowledge of the mind, to make you dance intellect
                              combined.
   It's time for the pro to go to work, droppin bombs as you go bazirk.
 Trancin, trancin, buggin like a mother while you dancin, just a taste of
          something to get with. Why? 'Coz my ways are mystic!
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2# Ðýï:

Black by historical demand, the lyrical miracle, known as the prodecal,
look in my eyes and all you see is darkness, wait a second watch as the
sparks gets, bright enough to light a pass to a new zone, dance as the
            beat keeps on, mesmerizing why my voice rising.
                Can't control the way I'm hypnotising.
  People in the house to make you move, hip hopping to a trance type
 Barriers of thought are broken, magical my practical skills smokin'.
Heat it up, heat it up, give me the mike and watch the A.K. beat it up.
A little taste of something to get with. Why? 'Coz my ways are mystic!
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                     -= In the Middle of the Night =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

In the middle of the night
 a vision brings me light
   time is on my side,
      all the way.
In the middle of the night
a visions's shining bright
should I go or should I stay.
  Show me the right way.
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1# Ðýï:

Positive and negative is what I'm facin',
I'm out of breath like I just finished racin'.
then a light, comes through to let me know.
Which path to take, and which way to go.
I'm knowin', flowin', throwin', showin' goin' crazy.
Once again, yo! You can't faze me.
   I'm going alpha, no omega,
right now, not later against evil behavoir.
Trip down under, is what I provide 'em
     sanity's gone, mind asylum.
Then the voice comes back but brutal,
take god and evil and make it neutral
taken out comp, evil lies and walk beats
taking out punks, but still to stay the least,
the job is done, and still I have the strength,
    for a night in a lyrical wavelength.
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2# Ðýï:

Sweat pours down as I toss and turn,
while the dreams of reality starts to burn.
I see the vision of a phrophet dress in black,
when it spoke, the voice brought me back
woke up, and my hands are shaking, a rude
   awakening, but still I'm waiting.
For the picture to be real, or just a joke,
then boom! My rooms filed with smoke.
Surprise, the shaddows came again,
then the figure said "you have sinned"
     as the message clicks,
I'm not a "geto boy" but minds play tricks
     a scenario, that carries you,
below to the depth of hell, that I've been through
in the middle of the night, you'll find your strength,
choose a path and a lyrical wavelength.
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                       -= Homicidal (Da Old School) =-
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VERSE #1

Maniac..., the name is Swift,
homicidal, the title, to take a life is a gift.
Cold crush, rhyme, rhythm, lady scratch, and even
music maker,
bounce an'M.C. on the court like a ball player.
Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut,
making music, as the girls move and shake their butts.
Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me,
they can't complete, nor they defeat, or even beat me,
with the silly dictionary rhymes they spend,
when the "mike" catches fire, it will melt and bend,
then i'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson,
I'll whip the knowledge in your head, so you can't
stop guessing
who's the best M.C., upon the M-I-C,
S-W-I-F-T.
Executed lyrics, by me, will leave you violated,
make your body get the shivers, eyes dialated,
Suckers perpretrate, and try to "dis" me,
that's why the suckers watching me like T.V..
Survival of the fittest, is very vital,
got my weapon on "auto" boy I'm homicidal.
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VERSE #2

Dangerous, mike packing and ill,
my poetry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill.
I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle y'know,
I'll make you wish you where in prison, sitting on death row.
Chrome platet, highly polished, and I'm running the joint,
I penetrate, like a hollowed point.
Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind,
I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme.
Perpretrators, can't even compare to this,
I cock the hammer, pull the trigger, and "dis".
Sucker M.C's, biting rhymes like these,
I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to squeeze.
Your mind get's nervous, you're face is cold sweating,
because a butt-kickings, what you're getting.
I lived a rough life from a kid to a man,
when I think to things I've done, I say "DAMN"!
What's the deal, you know it's real,
always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill.
I'm never wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll,
menace, I'm homicidal.
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VERSE #3

Swift te name, dissin'M.C's a game,
to "dis" a sucker M.C. is the claim to my fame.
I like to grab them by the face, punching them in the neck,
burning up their stale rhymes, 'til they give me respect.
Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion,
setting worlds on fire like a T-N-T explosion.
Rhyme, not a song, I neither, sang nor I sung,
I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue
got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive,
reward tall "duckies", four thousand or five.
If you want take the "duckies", wish yourself a good luck,
cuz I kill in cold blood and I don't give a fuck.
Come alone or bring your posse, play brave and the bold.
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'til I'm 80 yrs. old.
Proud and I'm black, giving skeezers no slack,
I'm even deadlier than P.C.P, caine, and crack.
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at will,
I hate it when the brothers are acting ill.
It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll,
word, I'm homicidal.
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                                 -= Fire =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

Watch the fire in a fools paradise,
watch the fire unlock these fearful eyes,
watch the fire ooh,
watch the fire and break this chains of ice.
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1# Ðýï:

  Check my structure, erupt and rumble,
kill or be killed as the planet crumbles,
 ignorance wins, for lack of education,
cultures die, wiped out are the nations.
Rise-up-panther, show me the right way,
or live your life behind the "A" to "K",
       47, so where is heaven,
cuz hell is earth, and the life is severen.
    K.K.K. watch out cuz our knowledge,
surpass, your mass, light years pass college.
Light the torch, young skin, cuz you're trippin'.
   I'm serious. True black is the young man,
I rap 'til I'm dead, and still have the upper hand.
 Bring on the job cuz the magic's hard.
Back-up-kid, or else I'll pull your card.
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2# Ðýï:

Here it comes, hot dress hits the ozone,
  born negativity runs through homes,
   of the innocent maybe the guilty,
temperature high, cuz society built me.
So here we go, the frown hits my brown skin.
Waiting for the chance to end all the sin
I'm not a devil, but hell I'm raising,
 fools I'm chasing ending invasions.
           (break: 4 bars)
Of the hatred, radical that made it,
the mission is hard, and alone I can't fade it.
Bring-on-the-job-cuz-Magic-Affair-is-at-hand,
ready and willing, as the hate this the fan.
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                            -= Water of sin =-
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Illusion - intrusion, shadows reflecting in
                my mind
Temptation - confusion, emptiness and
            pain is all find
I tried to find myself, I tried to free my
                 brain
unchained the devil, now I lost you again
ooh, how many tears you cry
ooh, until the day when you die
teardrops forming, the water of sin
oh, how I miss you, to moisten all your
                 skin
there is a rainbow, but I can see no sky
future was fading, when you kissed me
               goodbye.
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                             -= Carry on =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

Carry on the light, before the night is gone
the spirits of delight is free for everyone.
Carry on the light, before the night is gone
sing your song, for the princess of the dawn.
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1# Ðýï:

The journey's hard as I run to my castle,
the war is on, but the mind feels hassle,
of love and hate, bad and great.
My queen is there but still I have to wait.
For a woman, degree's a must.
360'.., Girl come with me.
Because the knight needs a life to lean on.
From morning to night until the break of dawn.
Full awareness, never careless.
Caress, oh yes, she has to have finesse.
So bring it on if you fit the picture,
then I'll get wit'cha and drop my scripture.
Cuz the P-R-O-B-L-A-C-K,
needs a queen to fit me today.
And if you're ready to let go,
then check the Swift as I start flow.
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2# Ðýï:

A hard day's job, has come and now gone,
step in the room, and what I feel is gloom.
Cuz it's empty, noone to greet me.
Pain jumps in, only the mirror to meet me.
So I sit on back, write my text,
ink flows throught to I flex and plex
not a love letter, only a live getter,
pen after pen, as the paper get wetter,
the warrior, lyrical courier,
needs an amazon, and a strong type lover,
what's it gonna be, a simp or me "G".
Emotconal concept or a technicality,
not new to the game, so what's up?
Gimme your heart or else stay apart.
And I'll accept one or the other.
Princess or not, I'm still the true brother.
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                           -= Make your Mind Up =-
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Make your mind up
right now you're dreamin' your life away
get up, try to reach the sun
and celebrate a brandnew day.

Make your mind up
don't you dream your life away
hold your head up to the sun
there's time to work and time to play.
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                        -= Give Me All Your Love =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

Give me all your love
I want everything I can't let go.
Give me all your love
if you ain't my friend, you'll be my foe.
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#Âñòóïëåíèå (Intro):

Question..., what is love? Answer, the same as
hate if you're not careful. And it's even more dangerous
when money is involved, What am I supposed to think,
when a woman only says "I love You" in an expensive
restaurant,
or when they're getting a present. But not at home
behind closed doors or in front of your friends.
Personally, they would get friend with no paycheck.
Better luck next time, baby!
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1# Ðýï:

Hold up, check my linguistics,
let me break it down to ya! Afrolistic!
I ain't down with the love stuff kid,
nothing but trouble, jet on the double.
See ya got a habit, of keeping the brother broke,
I ain't the one, why? Cuz I'm loced.
Pack your bags, and put down the platter,
You wanna chill with me cuz my pockets got fatter.
You want din-din, drive a new Benz then,
suck me dry and spit out again.
Romancing, dancin' and a fur coat,
ah, ah, I don't play these jokes.
You can't fade me, run me through the maze.
I know about women and the mystic ways.
And my cash flow, you can't stop it.
Give up the props to the underground prophet.
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2# Ðýï:

Back again, I guess you didn't listen,
open your eyes, homegirl, because you're missing.
The simple fact, that a bank can get you stuck,
caught between the wall and a mac truck.
All for the taking, not to be took,
1-8-7 on the pocketbook.
Violations, grounds for termination,
Mo'Money, Mo'Money, is what I'm facin'.
I paid the price before, now I'm through with it.
Don't even front on me because you did it.
Instead of love, it's a business proposition,
so I broke on out on a new mission.
If you would've been straight from the get go,
then you would not have to leave through the back door.
I strike is what you get, later, see ya and I wouldn't wanna be ya!
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                              -= Wonderland =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

Take me into your heart,
take me into your soul,
take me to the wonderland,
take the rest of me boy,
take me to the wonderland.
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Êóïëåò:

Fly away before the time, it's up to you,
run away from the hate, you take with you.
Call me now, I will free you from the curse.
Here we are, take me to the paradise.
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                              -= Thin Line =-
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Ïðèïåâ:

You better believe, you better get off this thin line
awake from your dream, and see it's a world gone crazy.
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1# Ðýï:

I Adam 19, crack's the hype seen,
needle to the vein, as your life just seems,
to take a dive, straight to hell and past the gates,
you wanna turn on back, it's too late.
Cuz the monkey is now a gorilla,
just for one hit you turn into a killer.
Is that a life, answer quick, you're dying.
I'm clean homeboy, from the drug I am prying,
you, away to see a better day,
than in a coffin as the preacher pray.
Don't get me wrong, see I grew up hard too,
no to hard drugs, theives, and even thugs.
So now I travel, save souls, and rescue
before I can help, you gotta help yourself too.
And by the may, you're not alone in this subject,
grab my hand, and help to come correct.
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2# Ðýï:

The spoon is there, oh oh, where's the lighter.
Heroin cooks, now it's time to feel higher,
but wait a minute, your heart skips a beat,
on your back, and now you're dead meat.
So how you feel, for dying for nothing,
sweat pours down, and you're huffing and puffing,
and you're praying to god, please save me.
I'll be good, and swear to behave see,
it's a problem, a dealer dis you,
take your life ans say they don't miss you.
For a 10 Dollar toke, they're crazy.
The woman and manhood goes through the maze "G".
You're not dirty, much less a dead rat.
Eaten alive by the drug dealing cat.
And by the way, you're not alone in this subject.
Grab my hand and, help to come correct.
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