Jimmy Buffett

[Intro] 
  
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[Verse] 
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Well, You've heard about the alligators sleepin' in the shade  
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You've heard about the sugar barons screwin' up the 'glades,  
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It's a melting pot existence That is hard to contemplate And a never ending battle   
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in the Sunshine State.  
  
[Verse] 
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But far, far away from the front page news,  
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Far, far away from the headline blues,  
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Down a secondary road that severely shows its age The forties comes to life  
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on a make-shift stage.  
  
[Chorus] 
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It's the Bob Roberts Society Band.  
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Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand.  
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They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. 
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It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.  
  
[Verse] 
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Well, the word goes out From Melbourne to the Keys. 
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The faithful get the message Like it's written on the breeze. 
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Young folks, old folks, 'Bout to cut a rug.Fox Trot, Bunny Hop, Do the Jitterbug, 
  
  
[Chorus] 
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It's the Bob Roberts Society Band.  
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Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand.  
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They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. 
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It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd.  
  
[Verse] 
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I saw mini vans from Boca, Buses from Perrine. 
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There were people speaking Hindu In the Bar-B-Que line. 
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A couple on their honeymoon Looked a bit confused. But the boys in the band 
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put 'em right in the mood. 
  
[Verse] 
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A lady dressed in purple started dancing all alone 
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Then she sauntered oh so gently to the vacant microphone. 
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She sounded like she's someone and never missed a beat. By the time the number ended they were  
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dancin' in the street. 
  
[Verse] 
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They'd died and gone to heaven That lively little crowd 
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Trombones and saxophones Sent 'em through the clouds 
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It could have gone all night. But the party had to stop.When they blew the circuit breaker  
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In the souvenir shop 
  
  
[Chorus] 
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It's the Bob Roberts Society Band.  
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Playing every Sunday at the Orange Grove Stand.  
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They don't play grunge and they don't play loud. 
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It's the magic of the music that still draws a crowd. 


[Chorus] 
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Nothing can tear you apart 
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If you keep livin' straight from the heart 
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Though you know that you're gonna to hurt some 
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The magic will come 
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If you keep livin' straight from the heart 
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You will know when to stop and to start 
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Once you see that no one really wins 
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Then the magic begins 
  
Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Beachcombers ride 
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Oh children lost in the tide 
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Time's never at their command 
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Waves melt all castles of sand 
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Melt all castles of sand 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Red sky at night 
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Oh, such a sailor's delight 
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Red sky at dawn 
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Oh-oh-oh, gypsy song's comin' on 
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Gypsy song's comin' on, song's comin' on 
  
[Chorus] 
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Nothing can tear you apart 
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If you keep livin' straight from the heart 
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Though you know that you're gonna to hurt some 
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The magic will come 
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If you keep livin' straight from the heart 
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You will know when to stop and to start 
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Once you see that no one really wins 
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Then the magic begins 
  
Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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Bring back the magic 
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Don't make life so tragic 
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You got to bring back, bring back, bring back the magic 
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Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic 
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Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic 
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Bring back, bring back, bring back the magic 


[Chorus] 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Snowbirds fill the air. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Lots of presents everywhere. 
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We don't live in a hurry; Send away for mistletoe. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Got everything but snow. 
  
[Verse 1] 
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Lights are blowing in the palm trees; Stockings hanging from the mast. 
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Santa riding on a dolphin. 
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Don't you want to make it, Don't you want to make it last? 
  
[Chorus] 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Snowbirds fill the air. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Lots of presents everywhere. 
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We don't live in a hurry; Send away for mistletoe. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Got everything but snow. 
  
[Verse 2] 
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Suntanned children sleeping; Hoping Santa will come true. 
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Christmas morning marlin leaping. 
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Oh it's Papa's birthday, Mister Buffett's birthday too! 
  
[Chorus] 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Snowbirds fill the air. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Lots of presents everywhere. 
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We don't live in a hurry; Send away for mistletoe. 
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It's Christmas in the Caribbean; Got everything but snow.  Snow!? 
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Christmas in the Caribbean; Got everything but snow. (Repeat and fade) 


[Intro] 
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[Jimmy:] 
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Bella was bored to death at South Beach, 
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not one celebrity spotted in days. 
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She was tired of her mood, lunchin' on beacon vegan food, 
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she was tired of just soakin up rays. 
  
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Then she saw him pull up to the stop light 
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in that ole ragtop that she couldn't name. 
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He said: hop inside, I'm heading South, take a ride, 
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I'm just the next man that you're gonna blame, 
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U.S. 1, heading down U.S. 1. 
  
[Clint:] 
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Lenny said: how 'bout lunch in Key Largo, 
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there's a fish sandwich place down the road? 
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Kinda out in the sticks but we can be back by six, 
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never leave our area code. 
  
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Well, geography wasn't her strong point, 
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she'd never been past the Dade Land mall. 
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So, they stopped on the way, Lenny was happy to pay 
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for a new thong and a purple beach ball. 
  
[Jimmy and Clint:] 
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They're   goin Conky Tonkin, cruisin' on a weekend buzz, 
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really Conky Tonkin', doing it just because. 
  
[Interlude] 
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[Jimmy:] 
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Havin' too much fun to turn back, they're explorers in a hotrod Ford. 
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They counted sea birds and cars, stopped at all the cool bars. 
  
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Harmonically they struck a   chord. 
  
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Stop.     What was that? 
  
[Jimmy] 
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Somewhere in the middle of the seven mile bridge 
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he said: Bella,   Do you wanna see the rest? 
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She said: I haven't a care, Lenny, just take me there 
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and they drove all the way to Key West. 
  
[Clint:] 
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Well, she'd never seen anything like it 
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in all of her 26 years, 
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Bella was feeling the groove, Lenny was makin' his move, 
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they were quite a pair of pioneers. 
  
[Jimmy and Clint:] 
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They goin   conky tonkin', 'cruisin down U.S. 1, 
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they'll be   conky tonkin', trying to catch up with the sun. 
  
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They're goin   conky tonkin', the engine is about to explode, 
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going   conky tonkin', hey, they'll meet you at the end of the road. 
  
[Outro] 
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End of the road? What       Do you Do then? 
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  Rev it up and jump that bucket to Havana. 
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  We're goin' conky tonkin! 
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[Intro] 
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[Verse 1] 
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   I once knew a poet, who lived before his time 
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   He and his dog Spooner, who listened while he rhymed 
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   Words to make ya happy, words to make you cry 
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   Then one day the poet suddenly did die 
  
  
[Verse 2] 
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   But he left behind a closet, filled with verse and rhyme 
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   Through some strange transaction one was printed in the Times 
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   And everybody searchin for the king of underground 
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   Well they found him down in Florida, with a tombstone for a crown 
  
  
[Bridge] 
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   And everybody knows the lines 
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   From his book that costs $4.99 
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   And I wonder if he knows he's doin 
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   Quite this fine 
  
  
[Verse 3] 
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   Cause his books are all best sellers, his poems were turned to songs 
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   Had his brother on a talk show, though they never got along 
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   And now he's called immortal, yes he's even taught in school 
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   They say he used his talent, a most proficient tool 
  
  
[Verse 4] 
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   But he left all of his royalties, to Spooner his old hound 
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   Growin old on steak and bacon, in a dog house 10 feet 'round 
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   And everybody wonders, did he really lose his mind 
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   No, he was just a poet who lived before his time. 
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   He was just a poet who lived before his time. 


[Intro] 
(Spoken no chords) 
N.C. 
"Hey Jimmy, you know anybody in Miami that 
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can get me a passport Real quick?" 
N.C. 
"Oh yeah, yeah man. I've got a cousin up there. He knows 
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Everything about everything. 
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Let's see if I've got his number 
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Here somewhere, yeah. No, he works out of a payphone... oh yeah. 
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I've got it here. Okay. Today's international investor, 
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Whatever that is. Yeah, everybody's got a cousin in Miami. Here 
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We go." 
  
[Verse] 
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It was was ninety miles to freedom 
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But they took the risk 
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Though ocean was all motion 
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And the wind was brisk 
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The deadly gunboats never saw them 
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In the pale moonlight 
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They were off to Cayo Hueso 
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By the dawn's early light 
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The gringo in the garden called the custom's man 
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They answered all his questions 
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Were allowed to land 
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The ladies shared a hairbrush 
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And their husbands had a Coke 
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And they were taken up to Krome 
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To meet with their kin folk 
  
[Chorus] 
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Everybody's got a cousin in Miami 
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(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami) 
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Everybody understands the impromptu 
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Dancing in the heat to the beat 
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That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh) 
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Everybody needs to have a dream come true 
  
[Verse] 
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In a third world jungle 
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Not so far away 
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Lives a natural drummer 
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With a dream to play 
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He's the brother of the lizard 
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And the flying fish 
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But he's enchanted by the pictures 
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From the satellite dish 
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So his mama packs his bag 
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Knots his red neck tie 
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Send him north to her relations 
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With a kiss goodbye 
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He's bewildered by the plane ride 
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And the immigration line 
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Until he sees his Christian name 
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Upon a cardboard sign 
  
[Verse] 
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Everybody's got a cousin in Miami 
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(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami) 
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Everybody is an aborigine 
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Dancing in the heat to the beat 
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That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh) 
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Everybody want to win that lottery 
  
  
[Instrumental] 
(Spoken) 
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"And the winning numbers are. 
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... 7, 6, 5, 3, 7, 9. Uh, close, so close 
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History lesson, history lesson." 
  
[Bridge] 
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It's hard to believe this city started as a trading post 
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Home to the Seminole pirate and pioneer 
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Between the river of grass and the old mosquito coast 
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Before the railroad claimed the southernmost frontier 
  
[Verse] 
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I Am umbilically connected to the temperate zone 
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It brought me life, it brought me love 
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I never have outgrown 
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Brought me one too many nights along that Biscayne shore 
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And one too many mornings in the Grove drugstore 
  
[Verse] 
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And one way or the other we're all refugees 
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Livin' out this easy life below the banyan trees 
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Smoothing off the rougher edges of the culture clash 
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We've got a style we've got a look 
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We've got that old panache 
  
[Chorus] 
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Everybody's got a cousin in Miami 
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(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami) 
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Everybody understands the impromptu 
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Dancing in the heat to the beat 
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That turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh) 
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Everybody needs to have a dream or two 
  
[Instrumental] 
(Spoken) 
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"I do, I do. Let's take it down boys. 
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Down south to those little latitudes. 
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 Ya ya, ya ya. 
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Thank you Robert. 
  
[Chorus] 
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Everybody's got a cousin in Miami 
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(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami) 
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Everybody is an aborigine 
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Dancing in the heat to the beat 
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It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh) 
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Under the stars in the bars down by the sea 
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Oh me now 
  
[Chorus] 
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Everybody's got a cousin in Miami 
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(Everybody's got a cousin in Miami) 
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Everybody has to have that impromptu 
(Spoken) 
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"What are we doing now?" 
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Dancing in the heat to the beat 
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It turns your clothing clammy (ooooohhhhh) 
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Everybody needs to have a dream come true 
  
[Bridge] 
(Spoken) 
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"I do. I do. I had this dream the other day. I was down on the 
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Equator. I didn't know whether I was up or down. I couldn't 
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Tell the difference. It was hot and we were rockin'. And the 
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Coral Reefers gathered around me and they said: We want a raise 
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Or we're going to quit. And that's when I woke up. So play 
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Boys, play." 
  
[Outro] 
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[Intro] 
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[Verse] 
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Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call 
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Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall 
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Youve seen it all, you’ve seen it all 
  
[Verse] 
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Watched the men who rode you switch from sails to steam 
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And in your belly you hold the treasures few have ever seen 
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Most of Em dream, 
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most of Em dream 
  
[Verse] 
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Yes I Am a pirate, two hundred years too late 
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The cannons don’t thunder, there’s nothin to plunder 
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I’m an over-forty victim of fate 
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Arriving too late, 
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arriving too late 
  
[Verse] 
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I’ve done a bit of smugglin, I’ve run my share of grass 
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I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast 
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Never meant to last, 
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 never meant to last 
  
[Bridge] 
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And I have been drunk now for over two weeks 
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I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks 
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But I got stop wishin, got to      Go fishin 
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Down to rock bottom again 
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Just a few friends, 
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just a few friends 
  
[Instrumental] 
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[Verse] 
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I Go for younger women, lived with several awhile 
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Though I ran  Em away, they’d come back one day 
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Still could manage to smile 
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Just takes a while, 
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just takes a while 
  
[Verse] 
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Mother, mother ocean, after all the years I’ve found 
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My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around 
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I feel like I’ve drowned, 
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gonna head uptown 
  
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I feel like I’ve drowned, 
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gonna head uptown 
  
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[Intro] 
  
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[Verse 1] 
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Someone wants a piece of you, Never let 'em pay 
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What you Do not give them, Time takes anyway 
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Had I known what love is worth, I could have saved the tears 
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Might have come in handy, Like souvenirs 
  
[Verse 2] 
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I didn't see her comin', 'Til my head turned in surprise 
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Thinking I must know her, But it was her thin disguise 
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She padded up her innocence, And tightly cinched her fears 
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But she saved a little room, For souvenirs 
  
[Intro X 2] 
  
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I still Go to pieces, But I don't     Go as often 
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Placeless times in space, Where all the edges soften 
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She took me away, Where I couldn't send her 
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I knew that she would leave me, Something to remember 
  
[Verse 3] 
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I wanted more than one, Until I found the one I wanted 
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Her memories are ghosts now, Though I'm still pretty haunted 
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What we gave each other, Ain't exactly clear 
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Probably comes under the heading, Of  souvenirs 
  
[Intro] 
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[Ending] 
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Pieces, bits, and pieces, Add up through the years 
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I've collected a small fortune,     In souvenirs 


Баста — лирический проект рэпера из города Ростов-на-Дону, Россия, Василия Вакуленко, созданный в 2006 году.Был 1996 год, он уже написал первую песню «Мой город» и собрал группу, которая называлась «Уличные звуки» — Street sound. Василий значился в ее составе под именем Баста Хрю. «Меня с детства называли Хрюшей, потому что разбрасывал все непонятно где», — объясняет Баста.Примерно в это же время рождалось знаменитое ростовское рэп-движение, которое в следующем десятилетии стало лидирующим в стране. Баста был непосредственным участником процесса. И даже поучаствовал с треком «Первый удар» в большом и шумном объединении молодых рэперов — ростовской Касте, впоследствии ставшим группой «Каста».Далее Баста двинулся в своем, более лиричном направлении. Трек «Моя игра» стал одним из главных в его биографии. Вася Вакуленко стал знаменитым на весь Ростов. «Звездная болезнь? Нет, не появилась. Появились наркотики и старшие друзья, реальные хулиганы» — вспоминает Вася. «Точно могу сказать, что эта песня не раз спасала меня. Бывало, хотели лишить жизни, а когда узнавали, что это я, оставляли в покое».Вся эта нелегкая и полная злоключений жизнь стала историей, которая теперь зарифмована в его альбомах. «В 2002 мой друг Жора вымутил у своей мамы денег и мы купили компьютер. Вадик QП сводил первое демо к будущему альбому». Эти самые треки случайно попали к Богдану Титомиру и он предложил ребятам уехать в Москву. Был 2004 год. А спустя 2 года вышел альбом «Баста 1» и на ТВ начали крутить клип «Осень». Московская жизнь Басты неразрывно связана с «Газгольдером». На тот момент клуб только открылся и носил статус самого закрытого заведения в Москве. Но Баста держался в стороне от местной рэп-тусовки. Первым новым знакомым — ее представителем — стал Смоки Мо, а позже Вася узнал Гуфа. «Однажды я подошел к Гуфу на концерте, тот вспомнил «Мою игру», мы с ним решили сделать кавер-версию, которая вышла на альбоме «Баста 2», — рассказывает Вася. Но настоящий взрыв случился сразу после этого, когда Баста поучаствовал в клипе группы Centr «Город дорог». После этого слава Басты вышла далеко за пределы родного Ростова и Москвы.Посыпались номинации, премии, награды и статусы. Второй альбом «Баста 2» вышел в 2007 и стал хитом продаж. Он звучал взрослее и разнообразнее. Выпустив в промежутке два релиза под псевдонимом Ноггано, третью пластинку Баста писал уже в статусе одного из ведущих рэп-артистов страны. Новый материал рассчитал на более широкую аудиторию, а подборка хитов «Урбан», «Ростов», «Солнца не видно» и «Калифорния» уже не в первый раз проверяет на прочность самые большие площадки Москвы.В октябре 2012 года, Баста записал несколько кавер-версий песен Михея, в частности трек «Мама», на который был снят видеоклип. Также Василий выступил на большом концерте, посвященном 10-летию памяти Михея, который прошел 1 ноября на площадке Arena Moscow.В конце 2012 года снялся в ролике, призванном привлечь внимание к дискриминации людей с ВИЧ-инфекцией.Дискография 2006 Баста 1 2007 Баста 2 2010 Баста 3 2010 Баста/Guf 2013 Баста 4 2016 Баста 5, Часть 1 2016 Баста 5, Часть 2

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Макс Корж — молодой музыкант из Минска, который легко смешивает в своем творчестве электронную музыку, рэп, пение. 
Он родился ноября 1988 года, в городе Лунинец Брестской области. В раннем возрасте он с родителями переехал в Минск. Получил музыкальное образование по классу фортепиано и попутно научился играть на гитаре. В 16 лет он с друзьями создал музыкальную группу LunClan, которая просуществовала недолго. После этого было еще несколько проектов, но они тоже не имели большого успеха. 
После всех неудач Макс попробовал себя в роли битмейкера, сочиняя музыку для других исполнителей. Эта идея также не увенчалась успехом, после чего он начала петь свои песни сам. 
Во время учебы в Белорусском государственном университете Макс Корж записал свою первую сольную песню. Проучившись в БГУ до 3 курса, он понял, что учеба ему мешает и бросил университет и всерьез занялся музыкальной деятельностью. Он записал песню «Небо поможет нам» и выложил ее ВКонтакте. После чего Максима забрали в армию. Когда он вернулся домой, то узнал, что песня стала популярна в интернете. За это время песня собрала большую аудиторию, ее транслировали в эфире некоторые минские радиостанции. После он начал активно рассылать свои песни диджеям, чтобы они крутились в клубах. 
В мае 2012-го он выпустил в Беларуси первый сольный альбом, а через год уже собрал многотысячные залы. Его востребованность у концертных промоутеров стала ажиотажной, он дважды выступил в программе «Вечерний Ургант» на Первом канале, а презентация его второго альбома «Жить в кайф» вновь побила рекорды — так, в столице Беларуси она прошла в пятнадцатитысячной «Минск Арене».

Молодой и талантливый белорусский рэп-исполнитель Макс Корж. Мастер бешеных концертов. На странице представлены подборы с аккордами и текстами песен.

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Скриптонит (Адиль Жалелов, родился 3-го июня 1990-го года в Ленинском, Казахстан) — казахстанский русскоязычный рэпер и музыкальный продюсер.Начинал с создания инструменталов для других хип-хоп-исполнителей, попутно записывая в стол свои песни, оттачивая таким образом свои навыки по написанию текстов.Первую известность ему принёс видеоклип на песню «VBVVCTND», который получил хорошие отзывы и привёл исполнителя к контракту с творческим объединением Gazgolder.В 2015-ом году Адиль выпускает свой первый сольный альбом «Дом с нормальными явлениями», получивший восторженные отзывы слушателей и музыкальных критиков и моментально ставший классикой русского рэпа.Скриптонит работает в совершенно разных жанрах: начиная с южного звучания, он пришёл к более музыкальному и разноплановому подходу как к музыке, так и к вокалу.Весной 2017-го года вышел его второй альбом под названием «Праздник на улице 36». Как заявил сам Жалелов в июньском интервью у Юрия Дудя, «Праздник…» — это коммерческий релиз с очевидными хитами, а «тот самый альбом», или «Улица 36», название которого стало известно из небольшого июльского отчёта с Gazgolder Live от MTV и который слушатели ждали с момента выпуска «Дома…», был запланирован на осень этого же года.В итоге 16-го декабря 2017-го года вышел двойной альбом Скриптонита — «Уроборос: Улица 36» / «Уроборос: Зеркала». После выхода пластинки Жалелов заявил, что в связи с тем, что для него рэп как жанр себя исчерпал

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