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Me Against The World

05 October 2016

Color of Reality

Author: Irene | Category: Music|Videos

Transfixed by racial, political, and socioeconomic tensions saturating the news, movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, enveloped by the art of Alexa Meade, switch off the TV and release their emotion into a stirring dance that is both a lament and a spirited call to action.

Movement artists Jon Boogz and Lil Buck, who use dance to move people and improve the world, find alchemy with Meade’s perspective-changing art. The result is a powerful, mesmerizing reflection, a moving 2D art representation, of the state of today’s society.


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04 October 2016

Ratha Be Ya Nigga

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I’d rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
These busters ain’t loving you right
I’d rather be ya N-I-G-G-A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don’t matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
(‘Cause) These busters ain’t loving you right..

‘Pac
Hey
What’s happening
Not motherfucking double R, Richie baby
What’s happening baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I’m up out this bitch
It’s time for me to uhhh regulate
Fo’ sho’, hey
Observe
And you ain’t going back?
Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though
This is for the honeys, the superstar
I don’t want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
You feel me?
Well let ’em know

You fucking with niggas that’s insecure
Watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don’t call me ’til you sure
I ain’t begging just trying to relocate between your legs
Dripping wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me you wouldn’t let me, and now
You straight begging to sex me got you undressing to test me and uhh..

Shut me down if you want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo’ eye
You want a nigga, but think that you can’t have a nigga
Don’t cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you scared, go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharing skirts

I’m hoping you don’t take this the wrong way
But your body is banging, got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of trying to make my songs pay
Making love all day against the wall in the hallway
Your fantasies come alive, your heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
You might think you’re happy with him
But that’s a lie, so give this thug a try
I’d rather be ya nigga

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversation’s full of game yet laced with seductions
I see you blushing like you want something, come get a taste
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let’s get into some touching, erotic fuckin’
My up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of busting until you learn your lesson
Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
And plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass

You can ride out with spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab
Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
And I’ma listen when it hurts, I’ma hang out but never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
I’ll be your nigga, as long as we can understand
That I’s the nigga and spoke coke can be the man
He wine and dine, but me and you we whine and grind
And when I’m on the field keep you on the sidelines

Now it’s time for the moment of truth, I got you naked
Totally sweating, let’s see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissing ’til yo’ head swang
I’m so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang
If it’s all mine, then let me know
Now scream my name out; do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss player, freaky motherfucker, can I dig?

It’s on and popping, now you see what I was seeing
Why your eyes rolling? Loosen up, girl, I ain’t going
Nowhere, let’s let that sucker stay out there
While he’s stressed out and knock I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots, and let a nigga execute
And though you got it right, I’m going home tonight
You say you don’t need a man, but I don’t care
You’re in the presence of a player, I’d rather be ya nigga.


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02 October 2016

Can’t Be All

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Yo, Shawty
It’s crazy though
Man this can’t be just all I’m living for man
Ain’t like I can take any of this shit with me when I’m gone
Go get money and get money and get money and then what?
You know what I’m saying
This can’t be all to life..

Another bill due, I feel to I can’t make it
Inside I scream out loud “Oh lord I can’t take it”
Please, give me some time to make it through
Yeah I was short on my time but I paid my dues
Maybe, overlook my shortcomings
And if it ain’t too much let a player hold something
Shoot me a blessing too on GP
Cause I ain’t of this world you see how they treat me
Trap my soul in brains, keep invisible chains
Waiting to break the odds, still praying for change
Maybe it never will, ’til I shut my eyes
Travel through the abyss and meet you in paradise
On the other side where my ancestors stay
An underground railroad that never will delay
Man, I’m waiting on my bus ticket home
Don’t let it be too soon but don’t let it take too long
I’m scared of the future, what have we become
Our will just to shine got us blocking out the sun
The youth born grown with no knowledge of funds
The worries of the world I inhale through my lungs
Like this can’t be all

This can’t be all
This can’t be all
This can’t be all
This can’t be all
Money cars and clothes
White walls and vogues
Drank weed and hoes
That’s all a nigga knows
This can’t be all
This can’t be all
This can’t be all
This can’t be all
Racism and suppression, no sign of regression
Single parent living facilities of correction
This can’t be all

I can’t survive off 9 to 5, look what they paid me
Enough to struggle more, modern day slavery
How can they treat me like this
I was the king of the junior high fling when I was 16
On the varsity team, I lead to squad and cut the broad that cheered for stars
That was back in the hallways
I skipped class all day
Friends with all the teachers so I made all A’s
How stupid of I to waltz by
Didn’t learn shit went to college and flunked out
Now I drown my sorrows in these liquor bottles
Spit game to hoes longing to hit models
Watching Wire reruns plotting to be Marlo
My time running out all I have is tomorrow
On the flow I curl, late nights I earl
The worries of the world
Like this can’t be all.


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30 September 2016

Pad FUKKK

Author: Erin | Category: Music|Videos


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22 September 2016

Heaven or Hell

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Some niggas go to college, some niggas go to jail
Some make it into heaven, some make it into hell
Nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, nobody want to kill
The things we do just to make it through
But nobody want to lose, nobody want to fail
Nobody want to die, we’re just tryna live our life

Look, I got homies in the ground, skeleton and bones
And niggas doing life, they ain’t ever coming home
They said I wouldn’t make it or never see the throne
And my baby mama hate me cause she said I did her wrong
Cause I left to chase my dream, get it any means
I said that I’ll be back, she wasn’t listening to me
That back and forth arguing was getting in between
I said fuck them other niggas, I go get it with my team
If we all grind, we all shine, fuck a part time
I used to play the block early morning and dark time
Now it’s G5 flights, fuck a depart time
It was hard times, nigga now it’s our time
Just take a look at my life, rapping brought me back to life
Cause I was in them streets, my heart was cold as a pack of ice
Every night we strapping like we was in Iraq to fight
Cause niggas getting murdered for a block that do a stack a night
Woah, I got to make it home to my son
On them papers with a firm hold on his gun
Before I snitch they gotta burn a hole in my tongue
Give me a hundred years in a hole on the sun
In boiling water, in the world of no order
In the hood ain’t no loyalty, ain’t no world for your daughter
Ain’t no life for your brother, on the life of my mother
I’mma get the fam right, nigga you damn right

Yeah, I used to pop a lot of shit, now I keep it moderate
These niggas know I been iced out, hopping out of shit
Right now I’m praying for my son to get this scholarship
A nice university, one of these black colleges
Far as the hood go, I acknowledge it
But whoever ain’t a snake usually a follower
Luckily, I can tell a difference
My man coming home, my other man getting sentenced
Soft niggas usually send the hate through the bitches
Jealous Instagram niggas hating on your pictures
We dream chasing, y’all niggas walking behind wishes
Without working for it, not often you find riches
Some niggas find coffins others just find ditches
Just ask around ’bout the militia, they malicious
D-block, finish that and cop more dope
I’m two-stroke, you four-stroke
If you got enough cigars we can all smoke
Ain’t nothing all good when you all broke
So we could never be equal
Never bite the hand that’ll feed you
Never fear a man if he bleed too
Some niggas need a head shot, some niggas need two
Play sweet in these streets and they’ll leave you
You can’t see the devil, he’s see through


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21 September 2016

Répondez-Moi

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Est-ce que toi aussi tu as cette impression étrange de frôler l’invisible?
Que ton inexistence pour les autres est implicite?
Est-ce que tu penses à te sauver loin d’ici?
Parce que personne ne te comprend même dans les choses les plus simplissimes
Est-ce que tu sens le vide faire les cent pas autour de toi?
Te dire que si tu es sensible, tu porteras une lourde croix!
Est-ce que tu sais pourtant qu’ailleurs ce ne serait pas mieux?
Parce que où que tu sois ou ailles tes démons te rejoignent
Alors tu restes là, à compter les peut-être…
A ne devenir finalement que l’ombre de ce que tu peux être
Alors tu passes ton temps à te retenir
A partir tellement loin de toi que tu ne sais plus comment y revenir…

Hè!? Est-ce que je suis seul dans ce cas?
Pourquoi tous ces gens me passent devant la gueule sans me voir?
Psst! Hè! Ho! Hè! Ici, il fait très sombre!
Est-ce qu’il y a quelqu’un? Si oui, qu’il me réponde!
Est-ce que je suis seul dans ce cas?
Ne vous gênez pas! Dites le moi!
Je n’aurai pas peur dans ce noir!
Non. J’ai cette aptitude à ne croiser que de pâles lueurs
Oui, j’ai l’habitude, mais dites-moi que je ne suis pas le seul
Dites-moi que je ne suis pas le seul. Psst ! Est-ce qu’il y a quelqu’un?
Répondez-moi!

Psst! Hè! Est-ce que des fois tu sens que la violence te serre contre elle?
Tu te regardes et te demandes à quoi ça sert qu’on t’aime
Est-ce que tu sais que tu n’arrêtes pas d’en décevoir?
Mais que tu as donné tellement de toi que tu n’es plus capable de recevoir
Est-ce que tu le sens? Cet abîme qui te sépare des autres?
Cet épicentre émotionnel qui te déplace les côtes?
Est-ce que tu subis ça? Hein?
Est-ce que tu sens ce quelque chose de plus dans ce monde pour lequel la science ne suffit pas?
Est-ce que tu tentes de l’atteindre? Est-ce que ça te défonce? De savoir dès le départ
Qu’ici personne n’aura les bonnes réponses
Mais tu ne peux pas t’empêcher de perdre pied
Parce qu’au plus tu les repousses au plus ces questions reviennent te chercher
T’est-il arrivé de préméditer un meurtre?
Et rien que d’y penser, en frissonner de plaisir…
Te sentir terrifié d’un cœur, qui te fait mal tant il se serre quand il est rongé par le désir!

Si quelqu’un m’entend qu’il me réponde tout de suite
Cette solitude me bousille, j’y croupis depuis douze piges
Un tout petit signe, rien de plus qu’un oubli
Un regard, une parole, un coup de cil, ou même un soupir!
Je ne demande pas grand-chose. Juste de savoir
Juste que cette solitude s’arrête un jour de s’accroître
En attendant je me plais à croire que l’on est tous les mêmes
Chacun ses plaies ouvertes mais on ne pense qu’à recoudre les siennes
Alors on s’isole, on se soigne du gros
Parce qu’on a peur de les rouvrir, on en parle plus trop
Alors on passe son temps à se retenir…
À partir tellement loin des autres que l’on ne sait plus comment y revenir

Non, je ne suis pas seul dans ce cas!
Alors pourquoi est-ce qu’on se passe devant la gueule sans se voir?
Pssst! Hè! Ho! Hè!? Je vous vois! Même s’il fait très sombre
Alors pourquoi n’y a-t-il personne qui me réponde?
Non, tu n’es pas seul dans ce cas
Parle-moi, parle-lui. Pourquoi tu gueules sans voix? Hein?
Tu as cette aptitude à ne croiser que de pâles lueurs
Tu en as l’habitude, oui. Mais dis-toi que tu n’es pas le seul
Dites-lui qu’il n’est pas le seul
Est-ce qu’il y a quelqu’un?
Répondez-moi!


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13 September 2016

The Road

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Tonight is long enough for us to dream twice
But I ain’t catching no Z’s, sing while I swing dice
There is a bet in every minute
This is what I sound like winning…
This is the Road between me and myself
Driving blindfolded down the highway of my hell
Standing on my own two, and I know my shit stank
But part of me everywhere, everywhere the kid paints
Hear me like a mural that be calling out your nickname
Never had no reason, like (why) we grown in the first place
Even though I’m still blind, I can just feel mine
The ladder gone grow and I’m tired, but I still climb
Poet and a prisoner, watch us both feel time
Hear the hollow in my headphones wake me up
Start the search for mine, and a sky that will pick me up
My name’s Fire, I am a friend of Dust
I am tying all the ends that touch
Now get down with it
You and I are same, but I belong here
Sense’s turn to sleep, now I’m lost in the chair
And I don’t want to search, I just want to find
And I don’t want to work, I should’ve chose a life of crime
Villain on his grind, living in a goldmine
Damn, this is a good world, the studio is all mine
Now, I see where I sit is the throne
From the shit from up which we’ve grown
I am built for the worth we’re owed
To the dirt where the earthly go
Ain’t no earthly soul
Now, I see where I sit is the throne
From the shit from up which we’ve grown
I am built for the worth we’re owed
To the dirt where the earthly go
Ain’t no earthly soul
Or maybe I’m tripping, I don’t really know
Maybe I’m slipping, blood up in my bones
The marrow of my mission, not bundles of dough
But breaking out of prison, this prison of my own
This is the Road between me and myself
Streaked in a gold with a glow that will make your eyes melt.


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10 September 2016

Starin’ Through My Rear View

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world from another level
Ya know what I mean? Starin’…

“Hahahaha, you ain’t knowing what we mean by staring through the rearview, so since you ain’t knowing what we mean let me break down understanding
The world… the world is behind us
Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
And what the levels and the rules of the game is, then the world ain’t no trick no more, the world is a game to be played
So now we looking at the world, from like, behind us
Niggas know what we gotta do
Just gotta put our mind to it and do it
It’s all about the papers, money rule the world
Bitches make the world go round
Real niggas do they wanna do, bitch niggas do what they can..”

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is calling cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped caring
Last night two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society
First they try to murder me then they lie to me
Product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed
Now the little baby’s crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turning bad boys to grown men, it’s on again
I give a holla to my niggas in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga
Rollin’ with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers
To the end, my friend
I’m seeing nothin’ but my dreams coming true
While I’m staring at the world through my rearview
See, I’m seeing nothin’ but my dreams coming true
While I’m staring at the world through my rearview
They got me

Staring at the world through my rearview
Go on, baby, scream to God, he can’t hear you
I can feel your heart beating fast cause it’s time to die
Getting high, watching time fly
And all my motherfuckers

Read more Bish… »


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25 August 2016

Remembering Aaliyah

Author: Erin | Category: Chillin|Music

RIP Aaliyah

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

#Aaliyah15yearsLater


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23 August 2016

The Violin Song

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

My soul redeems tonight, celestial fight
Goddes of beauty, Venus vs Mars
It tears the word apart, no one can find
A safer place where we can love all night..

We go, we go, we goin’ right
We go, we go, go all night
We go, we go, we goin’ right
We go, we go, go all night.


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