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Me Against The World

05 December 2016

Unstoppable

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I am Unstoppable
I know that you want me to fail
But no I won’t
I’ll keep fighting until the day I’m in a box
Until I sit in Heaven I will never stop
I will never stop!

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there’s pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we’ll be ballin’ again
‘Til I make it, yo, my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to bitches too scary, get too near me, we rushin’
Visions of over-packed prisons, millions of niggas thug livin’
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don’t test us
They pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
Psssh! Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
They got me fiendin’ for currency, the money be callin’
It’s like I’m – dreamin’, seein’ scenes of me ballin’
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo-five, snatchin’ niggas pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin’ 40’s, moved to harder shit
God damn now I’m a grown man, I follow no one
Now nigga I got my own plan, Watch me!

I got a handgun habit, nigga front I’ll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops sayin 50 back at it
I’m allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas
Front and I’ll put your brains on that curb fast nigga
I ain’t a marksman, one spark and I spray shit
Nuff rounds from that H-K, I don’t play bitch
Move like I’m militant, back on that gorilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can’t move me
I squeeze till I run out of ammo, if it’s a problem it’s handled
I have your people pourin’ our liquor and lightin’ candles
You fuck around I blow your brains on my New York Times
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It’s crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
First there’s crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
We don’t go to funerals, but we’ll go to your wake fam
Do your body all banged up, you made a mistake man..

There’s a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause that’s sort of unique cause you know it’s me
My poetry’s deep, and I’m Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can’t sit still, it’s like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
I’m strapped, it’s known any minute I could snap
I’m the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain’t even funny, I ain’t even hungry, it ain’t even money
You can’t pay me enough for you to play me
It’s cockamanie you just ain’t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock’s coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kit and caboodle, I’m just brutal
It’s no rumor, I’m numero uno, assume it
There’s no humor in it no more, you know
I’m rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass.


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04 December 2016

Hey, Asshole

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Hey, asshole
See the sun is shining
But you are not smiling
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
I’m an asshole
Cause the sun is shining
But I am not smiling
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why..

I know I’m often told
That there’s a pot of gold
But I don’t see no fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold
I know I should be grateful
I know I’m good and able
But I don’t have the strength to get up from the kitchen table
This kind of shot comes once
Another opportunity of a lifetime just slipped away
And that’s the fifth this month
But when you take a punch
Don’t you ever forget
Why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next


Got the power of my will
I don’t wanna to win a mil
But I’m looking at window sill
Gotta take a bitter pill
Gonna pay for what I did to my head and my heart’ll foot the bill
Got a foot in my mouth and because I’m kicking myself I developed a habit of knocking out my front tooth
Looking uncouth
Want to hear the truth
Give it to me straight
151 proof
Telling myself it’ll happen when I’m happy but I’m climbing up a ladder that has got no end
Hung up on a rung I’ll never make it to the top, I’m looking at the bottom and I must descend
All I want to do is buck this trend
Everybody need a buck to spend
And I’ll be working on myself, til I work on someone else, til I get there Ima just pretend

I know I’m often told
That there’s a pot of gold
But I don’t see no fucking rainbow and my coffee’s cold
I know I should be grateful
I know I’m good and able
But I don’t have the strength to get up from the kitchen table
This kind of shot comes once
Another opportunity of a lifetime just slipped away
And that’s the fifth this month
But when you take a punch
Don’t you ever forget
Why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next

When I’m in a crisis
In a moment of silence
I look under my eyelids
And I’m checking my mileage
I been using a pool of water as a mirror but not for style it’s
So I can reach in and pimpslap my reflection for acting childish
Spent a half an hour
Sitting at the bottom of my shower
Letting the water run over my body and (dammit I wanted to get up) but I didn’t have the power
I don’t have the answer anyway yay (yay yay yay yay yay yay)
Don’t want to panic but I got to come clean
Because the plan of the planet is just mean
Knew if was tough, but dammit it’s obscene
I been huffing and puffing up to the top of the summit and I’mma rough it if I have enough steam
I’ll keep on coming and coming until I’m coming with the stamina of a salmon who’s heading upstream…


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03 December 2016

Fall Back

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Could someone please explain
How I lost the game?
Cause I feel alive, but I know that I ain’t
And, and deep inside I just ain’t the same
I’m startin’ to see that no one else feels how I’m feelin’
I’m Broken
I swear I love you all, and I just wanna tell you before I fall
Can you hear me? I’m broken..

Hey yo I’m broken as they come
You feel like life begun, I feel it’s over and done
They make they money rain, I pray for drizzles and crumbs
They occupy a palace while I’m living in the slums
But I’mma be the one that’s laughing one day
Ain’t nobody else is rapping this way
Don’t nobody see my views but I don’t care so that’s okay
Hand to hand, oh yes I pray no ambulance takes me away
I’ve been bad way before Eminem and Jay-Z laid hands on Renegade
I’m just being honest what!? No lambo no doors go up
Just me and my niggas on the corner with a little bit of liquor poured in our cups!
Ha! We reach the game, we might not reach the fame
But we got stories so I’m sayin…

I swear they so so clever
They want us walkin around like we know no better
So our biggest worry is a Polo sweater
Until we fall asleep next to that cold cold shepherd
But I’mma be the one to wake us all up
I know y’all been waitin’ on us
know y’all debating my flow cause i’ve got one the haters can’t touch
I feel like my tank is on E, this damn ship is sinking on me
But I’ve got people banking on me
So I fight through what they cannot see
I’m just being honestwhat!? No lambo no doors go up
Just me and my niggas on the corner with a little bit of liquor poured in our cups
Ha! We reach the game, we might not reach the fame
But we got stories so I’m sayin…


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01 December 2016

Upadek

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Zabijamy ludzi, którzy zabijają ludzi
Bo zabijanie ludzi to zły zwyczaj w rękach polityka
Błogosławi konflikty zbrojne
Nie od dzisiaj najlepszy biznes kręci się na wojnie
Co ją łączy z miłością?

To że Podobno to ze jest ślepa
Ale to chyba nieprawda, bo snajper trafia z daleka
Nie narzeka na brak zajęć pracowita suka
Nastawiona w domach, klubach sojusznika szuka

Gdy do ciebie zapuka nie otwieraj drzwi
Mistrzyni kontrasty, jak na śniegu plama krwi
Potrafi tworzyć piękno lekką ręką jak Viet Cong
Giną tłumy, maluje czarną nocą piękne łuny
Pali domy, mosty, dosłownie i w przenośni
Za religię za ojczyznę paradoksy jak w Bośni
Groźny Fakt, że się ma nie najgorzej i dobrze się bawi
Do tego może liczyć na tłumy, nienawiść

Z jednej strony domy pełne przepychu, a puste
Żony próżne przymierzają w gabinetach luster
Setną parę butów, kolejną suknię
Chwilę później nienoszone wrzucają do śmietnika smutne
Zdrowie w kopalniach, Azjach czy Afrykach znika dziennie 12 godzin z małego życia
By głupia cipa mogła spełniać swe kaprysy
Małe dzieciaki, wiec można mało płacić – wyzysk
Mali wojownicy na usługach armii-mafii
Nie umie czytać ale potrafi zabić jak Kadafi
Szkoli ich oświata, szkolą ich baty
Nie broni ich konwencja, nie kocha świat ich
Sprzedają ich organy i zmuszają do pornografii
Krzyk zagłusza trafik milczącej aprobaty
Czekając na kolejne wcielenie ofiary krucjaty, pieniądza
Kontra seks turysty rządzą

Przemysł finansowy, zapaść, ludzie tracą domy, pracę
Straty szacują w bilionach zielonych
Zgarniają plony ci co nie są w stanie jej odmówić
Garstka skurw* kontra 7 miliardów ludzi
We Wrzeszczu na jedne spożywczy przypadają trzy banki
Zamiast zdjęć z wakacji na ścianach puste ramki
Zmienili mu zamki, wyruchali go na franki
Słychać chichot prezesów i płacz zwykłych Kowalskich
Nikt o tym głośno nie mówi bo im to nie na rękę
Gangsterzy, politycy, ratingi, agencje
Kolejne kadencje, ty, ty, poczuj esencję
Ona tak chce i póki co, inaczej nie będzie
Istnieją dwie wersje, posłuchaj pierwszej:
Tu jest nieszczęście, gdy nie masz, a chciałbyś mieć więcej
Druga: to chciałeś i masz dóbr kolekcje
I o dziwo nie idzie za tym szczęście – chciwość.


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30 November 2016

#ForçaChape

Author: Irene | Category: Sport|Videos

 

#PrayForChapecoense

 
Chapecoense


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16 November 2016

What’s My Purpose?

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I can’t stand humans, I hate humans
But I’m a human (I’m only human)
One monkey eats shit, now all the other monkeys wanna do it
Humans are so stupid
Don’t bring your bull shit around me, you fuckin human
The problem is killin my mind
God give me a sign, maybe I’m trippin
Tell me this life is worth livin..

Planet Earth
The place that I live… we live
Who owns it? You?
Nah… nobody owns this shit
Just a big ass piece of rock with humans on it
Do what the fuck I wanna do

A lost human born into a dark society
With what mind state?
There’s no variety, moving vibrantly
Trying to be the best that I can be
I’ve tried to see the light in living life but it just blinded me — irony
Now I’m thinking violently
Because I feel my country went and lied to me
It’s bringin out a whole new fuckin side to me
Ride with me
If you feel my pain then you can cry with me
This fuckin shady system is the rivalry
They the ones who raised us, turned us into cage nuts
They’re what we’re afraid of, they are why we ain’t us
They the reason we constantly livin for money and we just can’t budge
It’s taking a toll on your dreams, so you gave up
And now the pain stuck
They ain’t showin nothin but fake love
We just numbers put on a pay stub
Our purpose shouldn’t be to make bucks
We all slaves and if we never make a change then we straight fucked

Who set the standard for everybody to live by?
How far along in life would you be if you did try?
Who’s tryin to help these ghetto neighborhoods where kids die?
This world has turned into a mother fuckin pigsty
I look outside and it disgusts me
It bugs me, it’s ugly
I trust no other fuckin human but me
So what needs – to be done?
Every day is a rerun
Technology is advanced
As people, how far have we come?
Yeah, I can see the time’s grown
But still I’m mind blown
Cause everybody’s mind is stuck inside they iPhone
They always textin and postin statuses hourly
But in reality, there’s no sign of a personality, it’s cowardly
We shielded like we scared to get some allergies
The human being is what we don’t know how to be
And honestly these issues really suck to know
But I refuse to sit and let the trouble grow
So God, show me where the fuck to go

How can a man with power feel there’s no responsibility?
These rappers blowin up, but through my eyes they not as real to me
They constantly conceal the beast, but never try to heal the streets
Teaching girls to be a slut, but never make em feel unique
How can we feel fine this way?
Open up your minds today
The matrix got you young
Owin a debt you’ll spend your life to pay, stressed out
Assuming that you’ll be more happier inside your grave
Don’t tell me you don’t got no fucking struggle, nigga cause I know pain
To the point where I felt like life was shit
Growing up as a kid with both parents
Who got no funds to ever provide you with
Shit is just stuck repeatin
The world is tough to be in
Munching on fast food
Don’t even know what the fuck I’m eatin
America, I gave it my all
Still you guys arrested me for bein black and standin on a sidewalk
It doesn’t matter if I’m breakin laws or bein harmless
I’m automatically hated by cops cause my dark skin
God was my smartest option
My soul is mine, ya’ll ain’t gonna bargain off it
Cause if you do that means the darkness profits
The sky is where I got my heart adopted
Man, if we all just took the time to think
I swear it won’t be hard to stop this
But ya’ll assume that I’m just startin nonsense
But I promise ya’ll the fuckin world is gon remember Serkan Cetinel
There’s consequences for enlightenment
But if I have to hide the truth to live
Then I’mma die just like my idols did.


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15 November 2016

D.E.M.O.N.S.

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

If I could get my hands on that ‘sill
I could pull myself up..

D… E… M… O… N… S…

Damn, I think I’m going insane
I’m hearing voices echoing in my mind
I can’t take this y’all..

Look, I can feel the demons in my brain, creeping through the dark parts
Got my tucking different handguns in my Carhartt’s
Where the hood got the reaper hiding underneath, yo
Ever wonder why we rather die, then let the beef go?
Stay feeling stress, greed, lust and jealousy
My people cope by using cess, speed, dust and LSD
D, more than just a simple sickness
It’s triple sixes, to haunt the Holy Temple scriptures
And got the lost souls playing false roads
They got ’em, once they get inside ’em, like crossbows
It’s the demons, conjuring up images you dreaming
Or screaming, it’s seems when you’re semen they scheming
Got us paranoid, stepping out very cautious
The same way we holding guns, nuns carry crosses
Forms of protection against the evil forces
Of course there’s subjections, in your cerebral cortex, the demons

Man, my palms feel sweaty, my skin’s curling
Even my soul feel trapped man, I don’t know what to do
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, hearing whispers

You see, if you listen close, you can hear the song they sing
Between good and evil, you’re just a puppet on a string
It could be the angel of death or the angel king
A pitchfork with horns or a halo with wings

If I broke the word down in acronyms, while usin part logic
A demon could mean, destroying every man off narcotics
Drug epidemics, measure obsession needles
Got dealers earning money overnight
Deceitful elections, monitor our nations
While devil’s effected, music out now on your stations
Dirty, explicit, material, oozing negativity
Distorting, eardrums mentally
Overwhelming nonsense
Dysfuctional, educational, malfuctions, oppressed negroes
Death, equals murder, oxygen’s neglected
Drama, extreme mayhem, owning a necklace
Diabetes enter many obese niggas
So, dreams eventually match, ordinary nightmares
Department, eviction, management office notices
Dreadful, evolved missiles operating nuclear, why is this new to you?

I can’t explain it dog, I get this chill in my spine
I just get the urge to do something real crazy man
Yo, I might be losin my mind

You see if you listen close, you can hear the song they sing
Between good and evil, you’re just a puppet on a string singing

D… Dark deception, deepest degree
E… Enhanced evil, extraordinary envy
M… Major malicious, miscellaneous mayhem
O… Overload off, obnoxious obscenities
N… Never nice nature, negative nemesis
S… Several strange souls symbolizing stress

Fuck! I can’t take this shit dog
I’m seeing demons, I’m stressed the fuck out
Lord help me, I think I’m going insane, can’t explain it

What do you see right now?
Do you see exactly and only what I choose to show you?
(What? Get out of my head)
That is it.


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14 November 2016

Concealed The Outro

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

My father used to tell me I was nothing more than worthless
A stupid motherfucker that would live without a purpose
Put my thoughts upon a page so I could try and prove him wrong
And every time I write a song I reminisce about the pain that I’m repressing in my brain so I don’t ever feel alone
And I’ve been living with depression so I wonder how this shit really begins
I’m comfortable with the thoughts of vision and now it is

I’ve been working on this record for a minute
Still I feel like nothing that I do is good enough
My insecurities are creeping in so they would seep in to the music
Ain’t it funny when other people see your pain as amusing?
Abusing many a pill and numbing the way I feel ’til the point of my reality’s the furthest thing from real
The only thing I ever needed was a little piece of love and I couldn’t find that in people so I would seek it in drugs
And I wanted to be the greatest instead I’m facing the truth
But the fact of the matter is that I’m losing it what’s the use
And I know I’m sounding repetitive like I lost it for living
I pray that I be forgiven they say it’s just in the picture
For sinners to get the cinnamon a critical acclaim to explaining it wasn’t evident
A premonition of my early death I’ll make it prevalent malevolent confessing
And if I was dying tonight I can’t sell my soul to be relevant
Gallivanting around like ‘Fuck I’m finally free
I’m ignoring all of my problems
I said I’d bury them deep ‘
But I’m actually terrified and my paranoia was verified cause I just realized I don’t wanna make it to twenty-five
A suicidal psychopath, a schizophrenic kinda guy that’s looking for your remedy hoping that you’ll remember me

Read more Bish… »


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08 November 2016

Love$ick

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you..

The weather cold
The weather so
Chill, Chilly Willy penguin feather roll
Cause I’m sipping Pro’
Yeah that ‘meth is pro’
Promethazine, yeah a stepping stone
Oh they acting up? Get your weapon drawn
They only killing time, another second gone
I heard your man ain’t home
Now you melatone
But you acting young
And you hella grown

I need you
(I’m gonna wait for another moment to come)
I want you
(And I swear to God, you should miss me when I’m gone)
I need you
(I’m a lovesick fuck, for this white Patrón)

Okay she giving me love
But it fuck my energy up
Every time it finna be summer, only got the memories of us
And now we industry lovers
They making enemies of us
I mean sometimes we in public they drain this energy from us
Visit Italia, be my señorita
La vida or I vida either way you need a visa
I ain’t talking bout MasterCards, debit cards either
Credit charge, Kermit the Frog, margaritas
Yeah, I heard she got a man, homie
Yeah, he wanna lay the hands on me
Yeah, but he should see the way she dance on me
Yeah, wishing I ain’t had no pants on me

I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck
I want you
I’m a lovesick fuck.


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04 November 2016

Children of the World

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Yeah, cause we just (children of the world)
And they wonder why we bang
Cause police do the same, that’s the only rival gang
I’m just sitting here, praying to my father
Tired of today, forever scared of tomorrow
Where’s a scale I could borrow?
Cause living ain’t cheap
I dropped out of school, pops, cause college ain’t free
Plus college ain’t me
Sitting in the class
Questions rushing in my brain but I’m too proud to ask
Take it all in stride, teacher talking physics
And I just want to be fly
What good is a degree when there’s no jobs to apply?
And fast food won’t do cause you overqualified
I’m feeling like hustling
Tired of the foodstamps and budgeting
Running in so much work, we school-bus it in
God and our wrist the only things we be trusting in
All else fails, I’m in a casket like fuck it then
Either get rich or die poor
Nigga fell short and got jammed, but he tried though
I’m pretty sure my first words were “survival”
Looking for the answers to my problems in the Bible
Cause we just (children of the world)
Try and decode all the secrets
My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless
And even when I was at my worst like “we got to make this work”
My girl found time to leave me
Too broke to give a fuck, though
My past relationships got me like “What up, ho?”
I’m just bitter, I ain’t asking what you fuck for
Thats disrespectful, I admit
I was just saying, if you wonder why I call you “bitch”
Cause we just (children of the world)
Guess I look up to the pimps
I ain’t saying it wasn’t wrong, but they had the freshest fits
The cars and the broads and the kicks
Is something to strive for when you ain’t never had shit
I’m feeling like what the fuck

They want my soul like my ancestors’ ain’t enough
If I can’t trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck?
Sure enough that’ll be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
Deprived of all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain’t after K.R.I.T
I guess I didn’t swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn’t brag enough
Bubba Kushy stupid loud pack, jet lag enough
Steady acting like I ain’t had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain’t flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain’t crash enough
On the track like a pusher of crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like scarves, gave the Louis rag to her
‘Sace shades on my eyes like I ain’t seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn’t attend the wake
That’s too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi where? He don’t sound Southern
He be down cousin it’s since ’05, I swear
The game’s a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell’s a breath of fresh air
Yeah, fuck with me.


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