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03 September 2015

Grief

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I ain’t been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read ’em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga..

 

My fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as fuck
I’ve been alone in my shit, for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs, riding in ’em
I’m a target so it’s hard to even eye me in ’em
If he ain’t dying for me, then I ain’t riding with him
There’s no time for that
Making sure my man wallet’s straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinking ’bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I’mma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can’t buy ’em back.


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02 September 2015

Your Glass House

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

All we need is because
Come and party with us
Take care of you when you’re passed out
Right there with you in your glass house…


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31 August 2015

Je Réalise

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

J’ai compris que les années ça passe vite c’est inquiétant
Je me rends compte que Kelissa aura sept ans le 20 septembre
Chaque jour des hommes s’auto-détruisent à la hache
Et pour s’enfuir les plus forts traversent les mers à la nage
J’ai vu l’écart entre la Belle et la Bête
Ici la guerre a la patate mais à la peine est la paix
Dans la rue, tu sais les délits profitent aux hommes
Dans dix ans, le kilo de came sera au prix du kilo de pommes
J’ai compris tard que les regrets me pénalisent
Et ça fait mal quand je réalise que si peu de rêves se réalisent
Que j’avance pas, que leur justice ralentit
Que la France n’est pas si belle, ma prof d’histoire a menti
Que dans la vie faire la paix n’est pas rentable
J’ai compris que faire la paix c’est le cauchemar du marchand d’armes
Je réalise la nuit des courses poursuites dans la ville
Mais n’ayez crainte puisque la mort n’est que la suite de la vie

 
And I’ll take everything
Je prendrais tout ce qui à prendre, les joies et les larmes
In this life
Dans cette vie
I’ll join everyone
When I die..

Ooh, these feet carry me far
Oh, my body, oh so tired
Mouth is dry
Hardly speak
Holy spirit rise in me
Here I swear
Forever is just a minute to me

 
J’ai compris ce qui allait pas, d’où venait le mal dans nos ZUP
Que les voitures qui prenaient feu ne rentraient pas dans vos urnes
Que tous les jours des amis meurent au cachot
Comment certains sont prêts à tout pour obtenir un plat chaud
J’ai compris que l’être humain ne fait rien d’autres que saigner
Que dans la vie se faire du mal est plus facile que s’aimer
Que les voisins c’est pas “Les Filles d’à coté”
Que dans le pays des droits de l’homme des familles vivent à l’hôtel
Comprenez le poids des mots, des fois la vie fout le cafard
Les voleurs se font pincer mais les violeurs ont le BAFA
Que dans la vie j’ai toujours senti ce gène
À quel point j’ai grave du mal à dire je t’aime à ceux que j’aime


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30 August 2015

The Whistler

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

This time is different
It’s not like the times before
I crossed my heart, that I won’t kill no more
Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home
You better bless these wicked hands,
Cause they got a mind of they’re own
Don’t go downtown

Devil whispers in my ear, “It’s time for your curtain call”
So I dress myself on up with alcohol
Step aside, step aside, oh, let the whistler through
There really ain’t no help at all for folks like me and you
Don’t go downtown
Don’t go downtown

Get your god damn hands up, don’t you look at me
No one’s a-dying here alone
Well I came to get it on
Let’s get it on

This time is different
It’s not like the time before
I crossed my heart
That I won’t kill no more..


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29 August 2015

I Don’t Care

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I really hate to be like this, but
I gotta let you know
That I don’t care
I never really liked you much
And I hope that you die slow
And I won’t care

 
I’m gonna be straight up like a column
They wanna grind and dance for that thing in ya pants
You know, your wallet, the ho’s high mileage
And if she get the chance she’d put a stamp on more balls than Spalding
Wants a romance that’s symbolic
So we made the headboard go back and forth like it had hydraulics
She wants me to come… out of pocket
I’m down for boot knocking but not shoe shopping
Yo, please be cautious, I’m a heartbreaker, babe
Gave her a defibrillator for Valentine’s Day
She swears I’ll change but the truth is
I’mma stay that old dog with new tricks
And you, Miss, were gifted with angelic precision
That made me religious to visits at parenthood clinics
Bitches gonna love this track
It ain’t about them but they got homegirls like that

 
It went down like this: drink in hand against the wall lit
Observing suicide virgins and lipstick alcoholics
Bodies beautiful but minds out past their curfew
It’s nothing unusual; just chickenheads with bird flu
His famous lines, “Girl, I’ll never hurt you”
And with her faintest sigh she opens her thighs and pursues
Afraid of rejection and scared to say no
Flash the message: everything that glitters ain’t gold
Get too full of yourself? You’ll break your halo
Knock the stuffing out your egg roll
Talking “I’m not a ho” and I’m like, “If you say so…”
It’s a dead giveaway when you got Mt. Hood dripping out ya nasal
A woman scorned will tan until she’s orange
And starve herself until you can see her ribs form
And I’m sure it’s the little things that make you insecure as hell
So I ask you, how can I care when you don’t care about yourself?

 
God made life simplistic: in the truce, someone cuffed their fist
Seducing me with lipstick, two tongues and luscious lips
(It’s sadistic…) I don’t know the truth, but I trust this kiss
Even though I hit it, you don’t love me–Cupid must’ve missed
Sentences build heaps, your sentiment’s still cheap
Put your two cents in the sensitive silk sheets
I grip your shed skin… heart, though tensive, it still beats
She treads on every second that I held in
Hell’s been in your eyes, and I’ve painted it with ink
On the inside of my eyes to see the devil when I blink
She being strange or clever? Every lie through billowed breath
In front of snakes we came together eating fruit the willow hexed
Becoming vain is better than to kill your silhouette
But those fallen angel feathers haven’t filled my pillows yet
I sleep on issues… those demons seem to miss you
I’m too nice; it seems you someone to beat and pimp you
Eden’s blissful, why is it the evilness that gets you?
On that tree, you’ll find Adam and Eve’s initials
And knowledge was a sin on that tree that holds fruit
Call me a sinner cause I ate and now I know the truth
(And it hurts) But that’s not what you believe in
And you leaving me to be drug-free ain’t a reason
Just know, you and I could never live in Eden
You can rip out my heart, but if I rip out your rib we’re even
Bitch!


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28 August 2015

Rich Niggaz

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I hate rich niggas, goddammit
Cause I ain’t never had a lot, dammit
Who you had to kill, who you had to rob
Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit
Or maybe that’s daddy money, escalator no ladder money
Escalading new caddy money
Worst fear going broke cause I’m bad with money
Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn
I ain’t trippin’
A nigga Jordan I ain’t Pippen yeah
Up the steps I ain’t slippin’
Tears blood sweat and I ain’t crippin, here’s
A song you can sing along with when you down
On some let you know you ain’t alone shit..

 
Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat
Could’ve drowned, but I grabbed the rope

 
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
And there go you, and there go you, and there go you
Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew
Sing, you got what I want, I got what you need
How much for your soul Anna
How much for your soul Anna
You got what I want, I got what you need
How much for your soul?

 
..Yeah, nigga, at least he ain’t insane
At least he ain’t insane
You ain’t crazy, motherfucker, you’re just afraid of change
That’s new, maybe that’s true
But listen here I got a bigger fear
Of one day that I become you
And I become lost and I become heartless
And numb from all the Ménages
Just one bitch don’t feel the same no more
And Henny don’t really kill the pain no more
Now I’m Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain
Cause I can’t maintain no more
Tad bit extreme I know
Money can’t save your soul
But there go you…


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28 August 2015

R.I.P Hussein Fatal

Author: Irene | Category: Music

Hussein Fatal

RIP Fatalvelli..
Outlawz 4 Life!


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26 August 2015

Rough

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

What do you do when life gets too hard for you
Shed tears or is that to hard for you
I’m just a man, reflection of my family
Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me
I got kids, I got friends
Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this Benz..

 
Adjacent to the fame ain’t chasing a damn thing
So tonight let all of your pain be champagne
I can’t tame my killers but I can tell them chill
I might give you a pass depending how I feel
The bi polar bear
They said the end of the world is coming, I know it’s here
Cuz California cold this year
Detox, R.E.D
MC’s dead
Kill them softly like Lauren Hill
Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a nigga in a foreign wheel
We all born to die, some of us born to kill
If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will.

 
Bitch!


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26 August 2015

9 Shots

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I was innocent then, I ain’t do no wrong
She said, “you mommy little man,” I said, “yep, uh huh”..

 
Sam said, “you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don’t need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don’t need no new kicks, you need an O”
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I’m a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina’s only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380
Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me
Whenever shit can go wrong it always will, see
Seven grams of cocaine, three grams of dope
Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope
Try to punk me and my gun smoke
Look, I’m outta control, my gun go
Off like it’s legal, call the cops, you need to
Give ‘em my description, I ain’t bullshittin’
My high school sweetheart love didn’t last long
Niggas start flashing that bread and she was gone
That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then
My next girl was a pain in the ass
I got two shots left, in case niggas try to get me..

 

Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
Mama said, mama said
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn’t get us
Mama said the Lord gon’ bless us
That’s what mama said, that’s what mama said.


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25 August 2015

R.I.P. Baby Girl

Author: Erin | Category: Chillin|Music

RIP Baby Girl

Forever in my heart. Continue To Rest In Paradise Aaliyah.
I miss u Baby Girl..


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