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28.04.2008, 18:11 | #1 | |
Канибал
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La Coka Nostra
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Дискография: 2007 - The LCN Familia (bootleg, 192 kbps) 2009 - The LCN Familia. Volume 2 (bootleg, 192 kbps) 2009 - A Brand You Can Trust (album, 320 kbps) 2012 - Masters of the Dark Arts (album, 256 kbps) Последний раз редактировалось Marlo Stanfield; 23.08.2013 в 17:35. |
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28.04.2008, 19:18 | #2 |
vinyl 5"
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Ответ: La Coka Nostra
Хороший хопчик, давно зацениваю. хороший, но в фаворе никогда не был (да, я в этом деле избирательный))
Последний раз редактировалось Mutuh; 11.07.2009 в 13:11. |
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28.04.2008, 23:03 | #3 |
Banned
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Ответ: La Coka Nostra
ахаха, когда-то готовил про них и всю тусовку псайко+лоджикал и анкле хоуви рекордс огромную тему но так и не доделал=))))
вобщем да, котирую их всех из этой тусовки. |
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10.05.2008, 13:08 | #4 |
tape
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Ответ: La Coka Nostra
2007 - LCN Famili Bootleg ifolder.ru
Последний раз редактировалось Mutuh; 11.07.2009 в 13:12. |
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13.07.2008, 01:56 | #5 |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
Очень круты! Минуса просто охуенны! Мои фавориты из хип-хопа ))
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14.07.2008, 16:34 | #6 |
mp3 128 kbps
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Re: La Coka Nostra
крутые, не*уй даже обсуждать!)
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26.07.2008, 02:25 | #7 |
Noir Sect
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Re: La Coka Nostra
House Of Pain
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30.07.2008, 11:38 | #8 |
Promises Kept
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Re: La Coka Nostra
хаус оф пейн, сайко реалм и нон фикшн полюбому круче были.((
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11.11.2008, 20:41 | #9 |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
лого ихнее все катируют
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21.12.2008, 16:31 | #10 |
xVx
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Последний раз редактировалось Mutuh; 19.05.2009 в 23:01. |
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22.12.2008, 00:26 | #11 |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
такой слекга порно клип))
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22.12.2008, 00:28 | #12 |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
мне вообще не понравилось... такое
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04.01.2009, 05:04 | #13 |
Star - reign down
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Re: La Coka Nostra
новостей по полноформатнику так и нет, как я понимаю? |
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04.01.2009, 14:51 | #14 | |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
Кстати
Цитата:
I have slave women from Ukraine They don`t understand English But they understand pain |
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20.01.2009, 14:47 | #15 |
CD
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Re: La Coka Nostra
наверное единственная фэмили у которой котирую 99% участников.
читка, минуса, всё на высшем уровне |
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14.02.2009, 23:41 | #16 |
vinyl 5"
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La Coka Nostra-100 Percent Pure Coka EP-Web-2009
01. I'm An American ft. B-Real [04:02] 02. That's Coke [03:10] 03. It's A Beautiful Thing [03:23] 04. Soldiers Of Fortune [02:51] 05. Where Hope Goes To Die [02:48] http://ifolder.ru/10534668 http://rapidshare.com/files/19733822...2009-TRASH.rar |
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07.03.2009, 01:07 | #17 |
это хип-хоп. здесь не отписываются :mad:
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The Lcn Familia Bootleg (2007) Страна: USA Жанр: RAP Год выпуска: 2007 Формат: MP3 Битрейт аудио: 192 kbps. Продолжительность: 72 минуты. Трэклист: 01. Fuck Tony Montana [4:12] 02. Darkness Deepens [4:44] 03. Sometimes [2:48] 04. Violent Times [4:23] 05. Hatin' Me [3:36] 06. Black Metal [3:50] 07. Head Not Shit [3:38] 08. Soldiers Of Fortune [2:52] 09. Surgical Tactics [3:42] 10. Rich Man Poor Man [3:49] 11. Get Outta My Way [3:24] 12. This Is War [3:12] 13. Starsky & Hutch [2:27] 14. Where Hope Goes To Die [2:52] 15. It's A Beatiful Thing [3:22] 16. Gravesend [3:36] 17. The LCN Anthem [3:05] 18. Bonus Track [12:32] uploadbox.com Последний раз редактировалось Mutuh; 11.07.2009 в 13:31. |
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30.03.2009, 16:24 | #18 |
это хип-хоп. здесь не отписываются :mad:
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Последний раз редактировалось Marlo Stanfield; 19.08.2013 в 21:06. |
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30.03.2009, 17:42 | #19 |
mp3 56 kbps
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Re: La Coka Nostra
Ну че можно сказать мега-атцы ...чистые азарные минуса всегда приятны уху...
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04.05.2009, 13:46 | #20 |
mp3 256 kbps
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Re: La Coka Nostra
понравилось the LCN Famili 2007 офигенные минуса, довольно таки жесткая читка то что надо
новая песня не вперла |
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09.05.2009, 23:02 | #21 |
это хип-хоп. здесь не отписываются :mad:
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Name: La Coka Nostra Album: The LCN Familia Vol 2 Genre: Hip-Hop Release Date: 2009 Format: mp3 Quality: MPEG, 192 Kbps Size: 95 Mb Duration: 01:09:05 Description: Dream Team от хип-хоп культуры - группировки из лучших белых рэпперов. Да, это La Coka Nostra, и это второй выпуск их серии бутлегов The LCN Familia, который приурочен к выходу первого официального релиза группы. Точная дата выхода альбома "A Brand You Can Trust", 14 июля. А пока... The LCN Familia Vol 2. Содержит новые, а также ремиксованые, уже давно звучащие в наших деках треки! Продакшн от Snowgoons, Danny Boy и других Coke Heads. Tracklist: 01 That’s Coke 02 Bring Back The Raw Hip Hop 03 The Hatred 04 A Bullet Never Lies 05 I’m An American 06 Pain Gang 07 Dirty Money 08 Satanic Shamrocks 09 Kids 10 Laugh Now 11 Death And Destiny 12 Broken Pieces 13 Never Say Never At All 14 Too Young 15 Say It Twice 16 When I Die 17 Once Upon A Time 18 Only Time Will Tell 19 Get Out Of My Way Скачать / Download La Coka Nostra - The LCN Familia Vol 2 : http://www.megaupload.com/?d=UU3JEAKK Зеркало / MiRRoR 1 : http://depositfiles.com/ru/files/rjjw948iu http://yabadaba.ru/files/114682 Зеркало / MiRRoR 2 : http://ifolder.ru/12023069 Зеркало / MiRRoR 3 : http://www.sendspace.com/file/pxqg1i Пароль / Password : www.respecta.net |
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09.05.2009, 23:10 | #22 |
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23.05.2009, 16:35 | #23 |
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Re: La Coka Nostra
круты они очень. из недавно появившегося в верхних строчках моего личного топа по хип-хопу...нехилая такая у них команда собралась - мужики. хип-хоп без соплей - самое оно. ну и Everlast вернулся в тяжеловесы
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02.06.2009, 21:43 | #24 |
это хип-хоп. здесь не отписываются :mad:
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Выход альбома "A Brand You Can Trust" намечен на четырнадцатое июля на лейбле Suburban Noize. Вряд ли стоит ожидать приезда LCN в России в полном составе в ближайшее время, но в расписании концертов B-Real на двадцать четвертое августа указана Москва. Также сегодня участники супергруппы LCN опубликовали трек "Choose Your Side" при участии Bun B Треклист: 1. Bloody Sunday (featuring Big Left & Sen Dog of Cypress Hill) 2. Get You By 3. Bang Bang (featuring Snoop Dogg) 4. The Stain 5. I’m An American (featuring B-Real of Cypress Hill) 6. Brujeria (featuring Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm) 7. Once Upon A Time 8. Cousin Of Death 9. Choose Your Side (featuring Bun B of UGK) 10. Hardcore Chemical 11) Soldier’s Story (featuring Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm) 12) Gun In Your Mouth 13) Nuclear Medicinemen (featuring Q-Unique & Immortal Technique) 14) That’s Coke 15) Fuck Tony Montana (featuring Sick Jacken of Psycho Realm & B-Real of Cypress Hill) |
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27.06.2009, 13:41 | #25 |
8-битный-эмо-конфедерат
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Ну шо побратимы лакокадрочеры
Щас я буду выебываться! Вчера мне пришла вот эта красота, если бы не ебаные +38 я бы в этом жил PS Если кто хочет, могу дать контакты чувака который это привез по заказу. |
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10.07.2009, 23:11 | #26 |
mp3 56 kbps
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столько лет тянули с релизом и на тебе нигерскую срань со снуп догом, не не пацаны, это не серьезно, это не серьезно. Мос Деф гораздо интересней пластинку зарелизил.
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10.07.2009, 23:18 | #27 |
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10.07.2009, 23:43 | #28 |
это хип-хоп. здесь не отписываются :mad:
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У них довольно таки разные стили что б сравнивать
Добавлено через 30 секунд я могу в вбр залить, надо? |
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11.07.2009, 00:45 | #29 |
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La Coka Nostra
2009-A Brand You Can Trust CBR 320 kbit/s Tracklist: 1. Bloody Sunday Ft. Big Left And Sen Dog (3:13) 2. Get You By (4:01) 3. Bang Bang Ft. Snoop Dogg (3:30) 4. The Stain (5:21) 5. Im An American Ft. B-Real (3:59) 6. Brujeria Ft. Sick Jacken (2:41) 7. Once Upon A Time (3:19) 8. Cousin Of Death (4:18) 9. Choose Your Side Ft. Bun B (4:22) 10. Hardcore Chemical (3:23) 11. Soldiers Story Ft. Sick Jacken (3:50) 12. Gun In Your Mouth (3:39) 13. Nuclear Medicinemen Ft. Q-Unique And Immortal Technique (4:38) 14. Thats Coke (3:09) 15. Fuck Tony Montana Ft. Q-Unique And B-Real (4:23) LyricsBloody Sunday
[Verse 1: Everlast] Bloody Sunday, Black Sabbath The pope’s a pedophile with a drug habit We’re all clinically depressed, they got us all manic We keep swallowing their pills so we don’t fucking panic Run for the hills, grab your automatic Bring your big black boots and your fighting gloves Psychorealm’s in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!” Sixth Side in the house screaming out, “Fuck love!” Hey yo back from the dead, back at it again It’s the antique pistol with the antigen Punk I’ll take your pistol, give it back and then You act up again you getting clapped, my friend This coka familiar vibe alone’ll kill ya King Kong ain’t got shit on this here gorilla Classic off the wall like Mike from Thriller A monster in a legend, hell this Godzilla [Chorus: Sen Dog] We got the heat for the streets The bag for the drop They can’t body, blow out the back with the pop The move and the shake The move and the wake Welcome to Hell, the Devil’s here to open the gate [Verse 2: Ill Bill] They say hip hop’s hanging from a noose like Saddam Hussein Then LCN make you jump around like House of Pain I take it back like purple rain envelopes Crazy Eddy episodes, break and enter hoes Every record sold’s equivalent to coke, homie Welcome to the Teradome, I’m inappropriate Like Kramer with a megaphone Black ? fire, and steel, my mind’s ill Got you on a mission like a crackhead to find krillz [Verse 3: Big Left] I come from a place where the Apocalypse is now Armageddon, Nostradamus called it, you are now with the raw ? sun turned to God, God turned to sun Murder one, no match, no blood and no gun Fire and brimstones, stem cell clones Minimicrophones implanted deep in your bones They tapping the phones, snapping the home (Clapping the chrome!) Ding-dong, click-clack, one in the back of the dome [Chorus x 2] [Verse 4: Slaine] I’m a rebel poet, my words are treated like it’s contraband I’m unresponsive to taunts of critics and wants of fans Angelic demonic chronic writer, a haunted man ? monster with the murderers on conquered land My crew of ? is junkies with ? scams Bar brawls, broken bottles, banging, and launching hands My shifty plans turn to risky chance to fifty grand Double it, watch these sissies stand in their pissy pants This game is getting me baptized, we bad guys Choose sides and yous guys is enemies or allies La Coka Nostra is a brand you can trust To roll with a pack of animals with cannons to bust [Chorus x 2] Get You By [Intro: Slaine] This is a movement; a real movement. (La Coka Nostra). You motherfuckers talk like you a movement but none of yous are moving. [Verse 1: Slaine] I walk the hills, I had to climb with these legs of my own My hard days and dark nights put my head in the zone Hustled for blood money, left my wife pregnant at home We’re on the television, everyone’s regularly stoned I flash back to a 70’s song in a ? Picture the future seeing everything gone My wife is asking me, “Is anything wrong?” I tell her, “Erica, everything is. You better be strong.” America, where I was born, city blocks are where I was raised I seed from the land of the greed, home of the craze I never ? them unafraid, I’m known to be brave Till my bitch dig me a ditch and she stone me a grave Seven weeks in utero, you grow and don’t be a slave Just build your hunger and your power from your loneliest days There were many before me who moulded me and showed me the way But I’m my own man, there’s nobody that told me to say what I [Chorus x 2] Hate will fuel your rage Drugs will get you high Money buys respect Love will get you by [Verse 2: Everlast] It’s the Highland Samurai with the violent devil eye Semper Fi qualified, sing your ass a lullaby Rockaby, do or die, true Jedi status You wanna learn to skywalk? Bitch come get at us Dolomite, ?, canonite, fahrenheit, satellite Mr. White got a light, do the right from your seeds to the block Trooper with the future shock Fumigate the paradox, illuminate the orthodox [Verse 3: Danny Boy(?)] I feel the devil in my eyes, I see em in Hell next I sniff and I sell death, walking up twelve steps I live rock bottom with bitches that sell sex This ice cold world has got me vicious and selfish [Verse 4: Everlast] Danny Man got a plan, Taliban outta hand Pakistan to Japan, Darvocet, Percodan Overstand fifty grand, cougar and who’s the man? Dapper Dan, Uncle Sam, bitch he never gave a damn [Chorus x 2] [Verse 5: Ill Bill] I walk amongst the reptilians and leather-skinned aliens On inner-stellar chariots, post-apocalyptic gladiators My electrons are Teflon, my protons are Tech Nines My neutrons will shoot your motherfucking heads gone They form molecules that move like death squads That kidnap American tourists and make bombs Standing at the gates of Heaven waiting to face God Take part in criminology like Raekwon We those killers that don’t blink The world’s mostly billions that don’t think Controlled by the Skull And Bones triple six Listen kid, the day the nuclear missile hit Where were you? Probably taking a shit While the sky hailed mountain-sized comets And planet-shattering lightning Gigantic fragments of ice like what the Titanic collided with Society is not civilization, technology is Satan In the hands of devil worshippers that praise him [Chorus x 2] Bang Bang [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] If they’re taking what you earn and you always getting burned Put their face on the curb, you gots to bang bang They either take what you got or they’re blowing up the spot I don’t care if he’s a cop, you gots to bang bang Jealousy is a bitch, if he twitch he’s a snitch Trigger finger got the itch, you gots to bang bang You wanna fuck with my gang? We’ll be bringing you the pain It ain’t ever gonna change [Verse1 : Ill Bill] They say the pen’s like a sword right before my sawed-off shotty was born Knock on your door, pop your entire mind on the floor Murder the usual clients just to gain the acceptance Of a circle of super tyrants in a race for weapons Most popular of course the AK-47 Bought a dirty bomb for nine hundred K in North Yemen We the shifty-faced personification of militants Facilitate pistols spray incredible distance Behind the scenes of intrigue and the cult technology Orchestrating chaos catapult fear in society Seeds are planted, deceit and evil seize the planet Make your choice: feast or famine, we creep with cannons And spray everything like a fire truck and such Still smoking like somebody just sparked up a Dutch Or the Branch Davidian compound around town Doomsday can start now, motherfucker count down [Chorus] [Verse 2: Everlast] Recognise, analyze, mobilize, analyze the great white cold Irish pope being canonized The portrait’s painted, about to get sainted Any single kingdom you from I’ll reign it The hustle been tainted, the plot’s been foiled The whole world sold out, you all got spoiled I spit that flame, I spark that fire All the woods bow down and they call me sire I’m the true peckerwood Caucasoid messiah I’m a crazy baldhead, death’s when I retire You can’t burn my kingdom if it’s made of fire You was born from a bitch so you was born a liar [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slaine] Yeah, I ain’t here to talk it out man, fuck a dialogue I’m an enemy, you want a friend? Go and buy a dog If the methods to my madness is idiotic And violence is a disease and everybody in my city got it I pack a banger and I hang around with crooks Who run across the country making money off the books I’m gluttonous and greedy just as hungry as it looks I seen they wouldn’t feed me so I took it like a jux (gimme that!) My eyes are open, head is racing forever Got an army behind me, a federation of terror They can blindly define me as the insomniac zombie Who shot ya, look at ya, you remind me of Gandhi It goes three times in the chest, point blank range Forty-four right on the back like Danny Ange The cocaine makes my brain so strange One up in the chamber, let the bullets go bang [Chorus] The Stain [Chorus: Everlast] Keep an eye out for your soul, girl Don’t let them devils take it away All that glitters is not gold, girl Hollywood is a dangerous place to play Keep an out for your soul, girl Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain The hills are dark, the hills are cold, girl They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Her hells clicking on the black asphalt The beauty, a pistol, and a passport I couldn’t tell her nothin, look what her titties and her ass bought You never asked what that cost, tell her that she can’t afford it Next thing you know she gotta have it, she can’t avoid it Champagne dreams, caviar wishes Barely eighteen with bad intentions Baby take heed, don’t just laugh And stress the fact I’m in the music business Accuse me of using bitches You’re probably right, that guarantees it’s the truth I’m spittin’ Trust nobody, question everything The only thing certain is death eventually And how perception is received Deception is conceived, sex, drugs, decadence, and greed You’re my daughter, I raised you to be a queen It seems like it was just yesterday you were born I take responsibility for putting you onto the truth To the devils and the gods it doesn’t matter if you live in the rain You can’t wash it out cause nothing gets rid of the stain [Chorus] Keep an eye out for your soul, girl Don’t let the devils take it away Hills are dark here, hills are cold girl It’s soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain Keep an eye out for your soul, girl Don’t let the devils take it away All that glitters is not gold, girl Hollywood is a dangerous place to play [Verse 2: Slaine] The hills have eyes in the land of lost angels in skies The lies are disguised leaving truth tangled and tied The fiends are awake, the lights are bright, the strangers are high Dreams are at stake, there’s no brakes on a dangerous ride First you love it and you want it, go faster cause it’s a rush Hit the gas, try to chase cause you want it but you can’t touch The more that you speed and try to catch the further you fall You scream for help and it seems nobody heard you at all Baby, I don’t want to see you repeat it and try to be me Believing all the bullshit that they feed you on the TV You’re my seed and I was tortured, I need you to believe me I rose from the city, fell into the seedy side of greedy It’s a letter from your daddy if I’m gone when you hear it Just a memory, a voice on a record, even a spirit Just remember it don’t matter if you live in the rain And try to wash it out, nothing gets rid of the stain [Chorus] Keep an eye out for your soul, girl Don’t let them devils take it away All that glitters is not gold, girl Hollywood is a dangerous place to play Keep an out for your soul, girl Cause ain’t nothing getting rid of the stain The hills are dark, the hills are old, girl They’re soaked in blood, they’re draped in pain I’m An American [JFK talking] To a new generation of Americans. [Nixon talking] I must put the interest of America first. People have got to know whether or not their president’s a crook. Well I’m not a crook. [Slaine] I’m an American [Charles Manson] United States of America is the demon of the world. [Verse 1: Slaine] I’m a product of America, youth psychotic from narcotics Born consumers and STD’s, yeah I got it A victim of a media machine, violence and lust Top to bottom and greedy in between I’m a menace with big dreams And no morals to stop me from none I gotta get mine, that’s why I went and copped me a gun Police’d put me in a cage if they could lock me in one These dudes’d kill me out of jealousy, they’d pop me and run Shit I’m bloodthirsty too, we were raised with foul ways It’s in everything we watch and listen to nowadays When the younger kids are way more depraved With a hunger for beef, some’ll run around the neighbourhood crazed Land of the free, home of the brave, my world is a morgue One day I’ll lay alone in a grave, still my dome is enslaved In the haze of the power I crave I can’t help it, this is how I was raised [Verse 2: Ill Bill] My synergy’s a conspiracy, I hit the scene like spinning guillotines Villains creep through your village deep while idiots sleep I’m awake, dominate, annihilate, I violate Obliterate, incinerate, exterminate, I’m an American Murder, hate, violence and war, tyrants galore Riots and more, a violent uproar, the rise of the poor, we monitor all Everybody signed at the door So walk out now or you may never survive at all We murder capitals, turn hometowns to homicides TNT tinted Econolines My take on society’s beyond the fabrications that they prophesized Colonize through modern lies Economize and sodomize Humanity everyday, vanity scrape Gravity take hold of your sanity, wait This is not an exercise, this is real life Salvage your fate, contaminated planet of hate The children sing a passage of faith Lavish taste was a trait of Alexander the Great Savage grace gravitate to mathematics & space Like Dr. Malachi when the hidden cameras invade Get shafted and played like the others these cannibals ate – I’m an American [Chorus] [Everlast (excerpt from "America The Beautiful" in the background)] America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood, from sea to shining sea. [Ill Bill (cut by Lethal)] I need a blowjob and a pizza [Ill Bill (repeatedly)] I’m an American [Verse 3: Everlast] Hey yo my gluttonous nature is imperialistic I’m completely irrational, I’m unrealistic Got the right to talk shit, got the right to bear arms I bring disease, I bring famine with some guns and some bombs Got my four horse squad, my lightning rod I’m in a beef with the Devil and I fight for God I’m from the Highland clans, I’m on some stolen lands The crown jewel in the New World Order plans Get your quarter cam, place your order, man Step up right this way to slaughter, lamb While every one of y’all freedoms got emancipated You just surfed on the net and you masturbated We got hoes, we got bloods, we got sex, we got drugs We got laws, we got all the right people to break ‘em We got blood, you got oil, you got land we can spoil We got bigger, better guns, yo I know we can take ‘em [Verse 4: B-Real] One time in America there was a hustler holding a Derringer Wearing a black hoodie and living life like the predator Hated this life, embarrassed of being alone The little he knows will get him a past Assed out with his head blown It’s no living, the land of the lost Could’ve been a leader but put on the cross Needed to push for his cause Breaking laws, now he’s a felon The system is flawed Praying to God every day of this life fighting the odds He wants a piece of the pie, the gleam in his eye American dream in his mind, led him astray in his stride Inside of a cell, he put his whole family through hell Broken apart, breaking his mother’s heart He started in school when he was on the path to losing his mind Whatever happened to, “No child gets left behind.”? Just another slogan I’m hoping that you can comprehend I’m born to struggle, I’m an American [Chorus] Once Upon A Time [Verse 1: Everlast] Yo I’mma take it back to the old school like Red Dawn And blow the fuck up like Lebanon You ain’t my first or my second, you my thousandth born And I put you on all that shit you on The originator, kid, look what you done did Snitched, told a fib, sent feds to the crib I ain’t under arrest, I’m David Koresh Bring a strap and a vest, send your mother my best Bring all your big guns and your funeral clothes Cause my rap’s gonna feel like six Wacos Make a new set of laws and we’ll still break those Get a new list of drugs, we will take those Standing on the block in my b-boy pose Nike sneakers on my feet and my wrist stay froze Chilling on the corner in a b-boy stance With a gun in my pants and some blood on my hands [Chorus: Slaine] Once upon a time not too far in the past When people said what they meant and lived life fast There was a young man who was misled By another motherfucker, this is what he said Once upon a time less recently I had to walk around with the piece with me There was a young man who was misled So I put the gun to his head, this is what I said [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Dance with the Devil, conquer the planet with God Swim with the sharks and transcend unbearable odds Wrestle alligators, man-eaters, snakes, and gorillas I catch a bullet in my teeth and spit it back you killer I painted cathedrals with Michelangelo Decorated the face of a nasty hoe while the camcorder rolls I’m a certified stunner surrounded by murderers Tech 9 runners and pistol-packing homicide gunners Coka Nostradamus, holy rollers exploding martyrs We heat the block up hotter than molten lava Realer than rock stars dying in bathtubs choking on vomit I’m like a psychedelic drug that you open your mind with My logo incite riots, cause oppressed nations to rise in defiance Overthrowing any tyrant, any war machine, any shadow government structure On a grassy knoll my guns and ammo will touch ya, fucka [Chorus] [Verse 3: Slaine] This is LCN, we ain’t for the faint of heart We rearrange your teeth, leave your cheeks maimed with scars C’mon man, you know your grind ain’t the same as ours The only time you held nines was in a game of cards And your crew is full of fags like a gang at Oz I roll with strictly underdogs who overcame the odds Pushers, villains, rap legends, hookers, and killers This is for the lost angels and the Brooklyn guerillas Boston stranglers, con artists, scammers, and thieves We fuck porn stars right down to amateur freaks I need a grand in my sneaks, gram of the leak, hand on my piece Anything else is only bringing sand to the beach I’m a bad motherfucker, that’s why I rose above you When you’re like me everybody loathes to love you Say I might be the next one OD’d in a room With an unreleased album and a seed in the womb Cousin Of Death [Chorus: Everlast] Glory fades and glory days ain’t always what they seem Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dreams I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay And if I make it through the night I can fight another day They say it’s better to burn out than it is to fade away I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay [Verse 1: Slaine] It was a couple of years ago that I started becoming numb No one could understand where all my words were coming from Having visions of a nine-to-five, a wife, a blunt, a son Of a life of hustle getting by with some of the running gun Is it best to be a crumb? My ex says he’s a bum Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung In the balance, rum, I’m drinking gallons, some think that my flows Are more poetic than the poems of Edgar Allen Poe But I know that I’m at a challenge though I can hold an old Calico to my dome and let my talents go Shit, I spent my whole life around the violence so I planted seeds of hate oh I let my habits grow I slept with the homeless, I copped with the fiends Lost the love inside my heart, I even forgot what it means Seen the ripest nights turn into the rottenest schemes But through it all I have never forgotten my dreams [Chorus] When the gutters fill with blood that’s spilled from friends that pass away And memories of eulogies while standing by their graves Just trying to survive we wind up living lives like slaves I hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay We all got beef to settle, we all got demons to slay And if I pray all through the night I can fight another day They say it’s better to burn out than it is to fade away I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Rest in peace to my homie Sob I stand before an altar of open sepultures and coffins I heard Javier got killed, it didn’t seem real With an army of goons drinking straight vodka to deal We live and die by the gun, wear our hearts on our sleeves Even though our compassion’s destined to die on the streets What’s left over a cold hollow murder machine With an appetite for malevolence, perversion, and greed When one of us dies we don’t really learn anything Outside the funeral doing bumps, burning trees Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels Sometimes your friends die the most awkward strangers I can’t lie, sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself But I’m pulling myself together, it’s bigger than just me As I spit this bear witness to truth My unborn seed listens while I spit in the booth [Chorus] Glory fades and glory days ain’t always what they seem Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dream I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay And if I make it through the night I can fight another day They say it’s better to burn out than it is to fade away I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay Choose Your Side [Verse 1: Bun B] It’s just one man, one mission, and one mind With one button, one push, yelling, “One time.” With one chance, one target, and one shot With one second to pray, that’s all that Bun got I’m slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I’m looped up and looned out So not being of a sound state of mind I’m an example of western civilization’s decline I’m a loner, a rebel, samurai solo Balls to the wall and bolo out for dolo Bad case of tunnel vision, one-track minded Blurred by the bullshit and criminally blinded Feeling like a refugee fighting for his dinner My life is on the line and the line’s getting thinner I know Hell is waiting for me and there’s nowhere to run So I just flick the switch and it’s done [Chorus: Bun B/Everlast] When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side when it’s a suicide When it’s a suicide you can choose your side When it’s a homicide you can choose your side When it’s a genocide you can choose your side You can choose your side if you choose to ride [Verse 2: Everlast] Yo Peter Piper picked peppers, Run rocked rhymes Jesus healed lepers, Judas dropped dimes Moses split the Red Sea, Mohammed took back Mecca And Michael battles Lucifer for who collects ya And Hitler killed Jews while Schindler freed ‘em And Foreman was the champ until Ali beat him Mobutu was a killer and this well-known These Bushes keep acting like they’re Corleone I’m the curse of ?, I’m original sin I’m Reverend Mao Tse Tung, ? Ho Chi Minh I’m in that Brian Jonestown Massacre zone A little bit of Leonard Cohen to set the perfect tone Call me Pope John Paul Wall, got a grill for all y’all Jeff Dahmer wilding in the hall with the saws A fine young cannibal, Hannibal Lecter Killing bitches like Robert Blake and Phil Spector [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] Fuck peace, war is the outcome found to really be right I teach you how to make a shotgun out of PVC pipe And make a molotov cocktail out of equally trite Seemingly nice common household products My teenage life as a boy soldier was inscribed in the blood of my parents Now I kill for approval from my commanders Barely remember my baby sister Brainwashed to forget by this shady system They were murdered in front of my face and I barely miss them I’ve lost my soul, I’m numb from war, movies, and drugs I’m a machine and they use me as such Slaughtering way too many people to count now Sniffing the brown brown, mountains of cocaine and gun powder This AK-47 is God, these shells are individual angels of death Guided by the most high Programmed to purify anyone who approach mine’s Suicide, homicide, genocide, we all die Hardcore Chemical [Verse 1: Ill Bill] I’m the problem and the solution The revolution won’t be televised, it’s too gruesome Too gangster, too graphic for you born-again faggots My words inspire people like the ten commandments I floss with diamond teeth, SCUBA dive on a private beach Billy Idol smoke chronic with cheats I cut your tongue out for talking against me My enemies’ grandchildren will remember me for centuries The fine line between insanity and genius Murder you, I give your reality a remix Humanity’s beneath us, we super humans Super tyrants, super violent, listen to the way my nine click Right before I pop your collar The most hated from New York like I shot your mamma Compare me to Amazon.com for dollars Canarsie, Osama, riding with a ? of martyrs, fucker [Chorus: Everlast x 2] Hardcore chemical, gangster material Tri-city machine bang in your stereo Put em up, shut em down Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound [Verse 2: Everlast] The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot, the liquor and pot Got me higher than the Denver junkie, shocking the monkey Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up, tie it off and stab it Shoot it up, feel the rush then throw up your guts Nod out for a while cause the style is nuts Like I’m in Roca, it’s fucking Coka These other cats fake it with that baking soda [Verse 3: Danny Boy] This is it, this is it, yeah I’m back on the shit again (Slaine: Danny Boy, Danny Boy, you ever gonna spit again?) C’mon homie you know me, yeah I birthed your style The money-back guarantee, I make it worth your while Still the Cadillac King, I don’t fuck with foreign cars American, I need a blowjob and a porn star Nobody move, no not one punk I fuck around and pull out my shotgun pump [Chorus x 2] [Verse 4: Slaine] Yeah dope motherfuckers I came back to spit Move with the hunger fueled by a lack of chips When I lose my cool and shoot it’s accurate Give me some room, I make yous move back a bit I came from a town where the hope can drown Bought a teaspoon ? from the dope and found With their necks tied up and the rope around Eighties cars overheated broken down Car-thieving heathen, living where no odds or even Gambling fist fighters watching the kid bobbing and weaving Everybody scheming, we all deceiving I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums Now I stand in a position of strength So I speak for those who can’t, I spit what I think I’m from the city where motherfuckers were sticking the pigs I rep the Irish street cats and the micks in the clink, c’mon [Chorus x 2] Soldier’s Story [Chorus: Everlast x 2] We all gonna die telling soldier’s stories When I buck off the gun watch em all duck and run P.E. number one, my Desert Eagle weighs a ton [Verse 1: Ill Bill] I got fly bitches twice as hot as Ice La Fox That’ll get you sliced and popped for that icy watch Y’all fucking idiots could learn a lot about business Y’all buying Benzes and putting down payments on buildings The king of the kidnappings and big ransoms It’s Ill Bill homie, I break atoms and spit anthems We Mansons, grab automatics and throw tantrums Show you how the fuck we pop off the banger He was an alchy with lots of coke A perfect stranger like Balki Bartokomous He saw the Glock, he froze, he fell to his knees, begged for his life Said he was holding another ten keys with his wife Told me hood, dressed, threw him in the trunk of the car Got ten more bricks plus twenty thousand dollars Robbed him of the bread, put the cocaine in the jar Shot him in the head, took the yeyo then I’m gone [Chorus x 2] [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] We place the O in the soldier, wear the mask for the psycho clique My name embedded in the game like a microchip You hear the name and you know that the mic get ripped Psychorealm, LCN, and we don’t like your shit I keep my spit raw with street slang I script all unauthorized biographies of sick dawgs My block filled with the war stories So we document the crazy lifestyles of the ? homies We psycho Mexicans, that’s how we roll in cliques only And got an arsenal to go against your sick army The casualties of war from faculties that fall The ? turns real in a street assault Soldiers dying in the killing fields This a rap song, that street gang banging shit is really real Don’t get it confused, the city kills I burn nine milli drills the enemy of warfare’s get it ill [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3: Slaine] I reach my speech bitterly through every bitter release Chasing demons out my mind to get rid of the beast Walk across roads of lost souls, considered deceased Then watch the puppet masters dangle strings litter the streets The young man pulls his jeans, crease fitted his piece By his belt buckle, grabbing his balls, gritting his teeth Violent and lone, waiting just to settle his beef His fate becomes a weight inside a heart so heavy with grief Inside a cemetery children of the 70’s sleep Products of the 80’s fight for Hell and Heaven each week Dormant dreams and the doorways to never be reached Now it’s absolutely evident whenever we speak For me to pick up all the pieces sick assault from a sicker soul Watching girls sliding down a stripper pole sniffing blow The drug haze is a sport, this is no pick-up ball I got a five-year mando right next to my dick and balls [Chorus x 2] Gun In Your Mouth [Intro: Slaine] For the Georgetown bank robbers, this one’s for you. C’mon. [Chorus: Ill Bill] I’mma rob a bank then I’mma bounce down south With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth Stick up the dope man, y’all know what the fuck I’m about With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth Run up in your momma’s house and air everyone out With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth [Verse 1: Slaine] Let’s smoke a bundle of embalming fluid Stick an armoured car up, I’mma climb into it All I need is an eightball and nine to do it I’ll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit I know some wannabes sloppy with keys With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees We’ll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze I know the time for a robbery Is really long but it really doesn’t bother me I need to get rich, bitch cause I’m drug sick I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mob flick We get away clean, we’ll never be seen And this is the American dream So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means [Chorus] [Verse 2: Everlast] It’s the ironman with a nine in his hand Got my mind on the plan cause I grind for the fam Kick in the door waving the four-four Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor Ties his hands behind his back with extension cords He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD We get high committing strong-armed robberies Don’t matter if it’s crack, heroin, or trees When the gun’s in your face, you gonna open the safe Unless you really wanna know how a bullet’ll taste [Chorus] [Verse 3: Ill Bill] I pull hammers like double aces, Desert Eagles in your fucking faces It’s Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines A fucking idiot, I ain’t afraid to do time Addicted to money, I ain’t afraid to do crime Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers Fuck a heater, I’ll beat you to death with furniture Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch We the shit, motherfucker this is it We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries I jump out a helicopter and pop ya Run up by you while you’re in Burger King eating a Whopper [Chorus] Nuclear Medicinemen [Verse 1: Slaine] There’s a war going on inside no one is safe from You can never run, hide, or escape from The nature of beast with papers laced with deceit I watch the wolves lead the wolf’s leash in a nation of sheep What the fuck you think they want? Is it hatred or peace? Who designed the bombs or terrorists that made the disease? They made you believe there’s nobody as crazy as me As if I am the polluter who made it too hazy to see Open up your eyes it’s horrifying, it lays you to sleep You eat the bullshit seven days of the week If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece At the police, instead the beast just stays in the streets And the government still controls the ways we can speak The apple don’t fall far from the habeas tree We should cry for the children who breathe They going to bleed, there’s a big difference in what we believe I can’t breathe [Chorus: Ill Bill x 2] It’s a spectacular terrorist event Nuclear medicinemen smacking God with the six-finger Devil’s hand Blood money’s the only money there really is Whether you bang on the block or boardroom for billions [Verse 2: Everlast] It’s such a hard grind trying to stay divine The problem with the Devil is the bitch is so damn fine Spare me your problems, I’m handling mine I drink whiskey, smoke kush, I don’t eat swine I travel through time, shifting forms I wear a crown of thorns full of rage and scorn The whole fabric of the universe gets torn But Pharaoh wants blood from all the first-born You can’t stop the coming of the here that’s after The suffering and pain underneath the laughter And tell me who’s gaining from the pain and sorrow If it’s up to me, revolution starts tomorrow Run, get your gun, shoot George and his sons We’re taking fortunes from all the fortunate ones Straight Robin Hood screaming, “Fuck the law!” And they planned 9/11, fuck what you saw [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3: Immortal Technique] Yeah, This is the beginning of theocratic civil war, Carving out the country’s stomach to eat the liver raw, The world is changing, atmosphere rearranging, Religion corrupted the image that we were made in, America’s beauty is skin deep, I’m sorry to say, Like the portrait of Dorian Gray, You pray to God because of Pascal’s wager, Not for the saviour, and not to correct your behaviour, Saw you screaming the words when he said the chorus, But i don’t really think none of y’all are ready for it, No food and blackouts of every street light, Revolution’ll make Fallujah look like a street fight, No blood for oils, what you scream at the slaughter, But what about blood for air and blood for water, Its sorta the starter, of what the ruckus is, Immortal Tech, Ill Bill, Tell them what the fuck it is! [Chorus x 2] [Verse 4: Q-Unique] The newscaster casts a disaster for television ratings Like ? a passport to Hell to visit Satan The government officials twist into a coil and spit venom Brainwashing their children to get oil and get ? They got sleeper cells selling me Dutches in BK They’ll infilitrate the infrastructure and fuck us on D-Day Get the mandatory neef barcode stamped across your wrist The plot twists till mankind no longer exists McDonald’s, Marlboro, NASDAQ, Exon, and Ford ? as Clear Channel facing armageddons abroad The severed heads of the dragon, the whore of Babylon The Statue of Liberty, there’s much more to examine on The President’s nothing but a figurehead While the fallen angel gathers an army of the living dead Your life’s doomed to tornadoes, typhoons, and volcanoes Consume the whole fable and soon will prove fatal [Chorus x 2] [свернуть] Последний раз редактировалось Marlo Stanfield; 19.08.2013 в 21:07. |
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