1. |
Momento
03:49
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Not here.
Never again.
Not here.
Just walk away with your twisted shit.
Not here.
The ones right here.
The ones right now,
aquí conmigo.
The ones right here.
The ones that count.
Never again.
Not here.
Just walk away with your twisted shit.
Not here.
The ones that count.
The ones right here.
The ones right now.
No tiene precio.
La lealtad no tiene precio
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2. |
Checkmate Humanity
02:28
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Bleed me dry and then some
Manipulate my every thought
Ya yo perdí, Ya yo perdí
Y nunca me entere.
Calculate how I feel and where I’ll be
¿Quien?
¿Quien o que me conquista?
Manchame de
un partido
Just convince my conviction
¿Quien o que me conquista?
To construct or to validate?
To research or further sway?
Question your ego
Re-examine your motives
What’s your rationale?
Re-examine your motives
Be self-aware
¿Quien o que me conquista?
Manchame de
un partido
Just convince my conviction
¿Quien o que me conquista?
¿Quien o que me conquista?
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3. |
La Fe No Abasta
02:32
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Closing season,
Let’s close this season.
Time to shatter the fucking belief
And relief not relieving.
Breathe it in.
Ya se acabo.
Let the ashes drown out my contempt
For the fucking cancer of this world.
Fuck your prayers.
Poetic justice.
Detached and unaware.
No time left.
El alivio no alivia.
La fé no abasta.
De nada sirven tus plegarias.
Closing season.
You’re fucking done.
Taking and breaking to turn a blind eye on disaster.
Choose what you want to believe.
Choose how you want to perceive.
While your sons and daughters burn
For the cancer of this world.
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4. |
No Tiene Precio
04:06
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They say we’re cut from the same cloth.
Built from the same loss.
Countless hours in the box.
And now I question my reality.
I’m left picking up the pieces
While I choose to believe.
Persistent.
Relentless.
I know that I’m not done.
And now we start from treason.
New reasons but I’m still grieving.
A better outlook on all.
I’m left picking up the pieces
While I choose to believe.
Persistent.
Relentless.
I know that I’m not done yet.
Way more than a lesson learned.
Life turns,
It keeps going,
But it burns.
Never again will I lose sight of it.
La lealtad no tiene precio.
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5. |
Death On Replay
02:37
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The stillness
Calmness that fades
I never thought there’d be a day
Where clipping all the roots
That begin to spread
Resemble death on replay
Programmed to disappear
Wired to self-destruct
While I keep blaming luck
4,3,2,1, all on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
It's all me
The warmth
Everything fades
Routines
All of those fade
I’m clipping all the roots
that begin to spread
I am death on replay
Programmed to disappear
Wired to self-destruct
While I keep blaming luck
4,3,2,1, all on my own
All on my own
All on my own
All on my own
It's all me
It’s like I can’t live without a fucking headache I swear.
Deep down I know
That none of this is necessary, not at all.
Vivir
Morir
En el crical
Vivir
Morir
En mi crical
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6. |
All We Know
02:51
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Robo elegante a mal tiempo.
Así la pasamos.
This is all we know.
I am the crumbled, crumbled, crumbled southern coast.
One more lockdown?
This is all we know.
What's another fucking day?
Así la pasamos
This is all we know
No dependas de ese cuello blanco
Te está mintiendo
That's all we've ever known
They say the testing kits are where now?
They're probably in a fucking warehouse
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Nadie vió nada como siempre
Wash your hands and walk away
Then it's us who gotta pay
Wash your hands and walk away.
Then it's us who gotta pay
El tiempo no
se detiene
El tiempo no
se detiene pa’ estos cabrones
Robo elegante a mal tiempo
Así la pasamos.
This is all we know.
I am the crumbled, crumbled, crumbled southern coast.
One more lockdown?
This is all we know.
What's another fucking day?
Así la pasamos
This is all we know
No dependas de ese cuello blanco
Te está mintiendo
That's all we've ever known
They say the testing kits are where now?
They're probably in a fucking warehouse
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Accountable who?
Nadie vió nada como siempre
Wash your hands and walk away
Then it's us who gotta pay
Robo elegante a mal tiempo
Then it's us who gotta pay
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7. |
White Jesus
02:39
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Talk with a smirk on your face,
like this fight isn't yours.
Let the building fucking burn.
It’s all the same as before.
White Jesus. Bless the powers that be.
White Jesus. Who continue to be.
Today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
Just keep your thoughts to yourself and bow down.
So silent.
Stay silent.
Unassuming; on neutral ground.
Single file.
Stay quiet.
Just keep your thoughts to yourself.
Stay silent.
So silent.
Como un buen pendejo.
Culture of self-preservation.
El legado del sumiso.
Hable ahora o calle por siempre.
White Jesus.
Bless the powers that be.
White Jesus.
Who continue to be.
Will we ever be free?
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8. |
Los Muertos
03:02
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Feel the dead who shake the ground.
The unsung came back around.
Rattling thieves and rattling knees to take them down.
Trust the fuckin shake.
Gotta trust the fuckin shake,
to shake the ugly house
that hides empowered fakes.
Speak for the restless,
Homeless,
Hopeless.
Ponce es Ponce
Aunque no se
Donde descansa mi familia por la noche.
Speak for the restless,
Homeless,
Hopeless.
Those who I love.
Those who I know.
I left my fuckin heart in Yauco.
Que tome lo que sea que tome.
Que caigan los ladrillos.
Que tome lo que sea que tome.
Que hablen los muertos.
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9. |
Nu Bu Wa Carib
00:58
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Nu Bu Wa Carib
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10. |
Gun Nation
01:42
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Dividing water
Like so called holy.
Losing sleep for conjectured arguments.
Desensitized to all this mess.
Blinded by the right to bare.
Blinded by constructs of bravery
What is it worth?
How many lives is it worth?
How much blood do we forfeit?
Blinded by your constructs of and bravery and right to bear.
Dear weak and weary,
What’s it gonna take?
Stay cold and calloused.
What is it worth?
Stay cold and calloused.
Where does guilt rest it’s head?
Here in gun nation:
Normalized.
Left astray.
Better you than I.
A nation in decay.
Just another day.
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11. |
Plagued
01:36
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A second wind under a blazing sun.
Come together just to come undone
Birdseye view with the few
Who bare it all
For nothing and everything
There’s no aim.
Standing in place.
No rights.
No voice.
So ashamed.
I’m still not convinced.
I can’t just sit back here and wither away.
Who do you live for?
What do you stand for?
Why do you live?
Take of the fucking suite.
It doesn’t even fit.
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La Armada Chicago, Illinois
Formed in the Dominican Republic in 2001 and based out of Chicago since 2008, La Armada has carved out a name for themselves
locally and nationally with their explosive live show.
In 2020 La Armada will release mini EPs every 3 months under the name "Songs of the Exiled", each one dedicated to one of the places they have called home and that has influenced their views and socio-political stances.
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