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Me Against The World

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 over here, 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’mma wait for my lil momma come home
I want you
Man, I swear to God, she gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I need you
I’m a lovesick fuck and it’s right but you wrong

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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31 October 2016

Story

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

Sunrise the grind starts to make bank
Sun sets to drive home on an empty tank
The in between just gets lost in puffing dank
Jean-Michel Basquiat but I don’t touch the paint
22 years here in the shell now
(Time is right, yeah I’m breaking out the cell now)
And I’ll admit that I crack the whip
But I ain’t even made half the shit
I just sit back, get high, laugh and trip
The baddest bitch, keeps staring me right in my eyes
And I’m telling her I don’t have the time
She thinks that I’m lying, cause she never met one of my kind
Never been so real on my life, all I do is the mic
Singing like the siren on an island
The brook calling me to write it, the face callin’ me inside it

My whole story is a song now
All the worry that would bog me down
Turned to courage like a godly crown
Now I journey for the godly sound
It’s beyond all the law you found (nigga)

The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon’ feel all my cries
The hole in my soul, void in my mind
Drums gon’ feel all my cries

There’s no holes left for me to hide in
A lion in sight with a hunger for Zion
I wonder at times what’s behind all the science
Hear the words chase for a taste of silence
(Shh)
Pace through the wasteland, blaze 28 grams
Wait for the fate to awaken up a caged man

I was born by the beach in Southern California
Grew up in LA under the same sun Icarus was born from
An angel built the city up on one lung, burned wings, no teeth
Half a heart, one beat, but two feet
Sea-walking like Jesus over Galilee
Seen, the blood loves the bone
You will cry when they leave the soul
Today we are the trees to grow
Tomorrow we are weeds to pull
Write the story, I can see it all
With my name painted on the wall
An urban crow follows on my call
And on a wire, but I just don’t fall


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26 October 2016

Save Me

Author: Irene | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

I’m on my knees beggin please come and SAVE ME
THE WHOLE WORLD done made a nigga crazy!
Thug Life Motherfucker!

Ain’t no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there’s a million black bodies put away
I’m startin’ to lose hope
It seems everybody’s on dope
Mama told me to leave ’cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo
Creepin’ out the window alone on my own
I’m a criminal
Got no love from the household
I’m out cold in the streets give me motherfucking peace
I got nothing to lose and something to prove
What do I do livin Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
‘Cause all my life I was dirt broke
With no hope little skinny motherfucker wantin’ dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it’s a struggle to get major paid..

I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I’m stressing keep a vest for protection
From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain’t nothing separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
Ain’t no stopping at the red lights, I’m sideways
THUG LIFE, motherfucker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me, nigga
Zig-zagging through the freeway, race me, nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
I’m living raw..


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17 October 2016

Là-Haut

Author: Emily | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

J’m’en vais là-haut sur la butte, pour regarder la ville
Une gargouille de plus, les rues sont folles on dirait des rapides
Pour tous les frères du-per, pas la pour faire du zèle
À tous ceux qu’abusent j’monte sur la butte pour m’approcher du ciel

Ça s’bute pour un centime
D’vant des bourges insensibles
Du meurtre aux embrouilles infantiles
Ça s’vide quand vient l’été
Ça pète les ‘teilles et les bouches d’incendie
Les bambins grandissent, bientôt ils s’disent grands bandits
Brigands, ils brandissent les armes mais il s’feront vite prendre
Depuis le 11 septembre, ils font que des bat’ couleur gratte-ciel
Quant au marché t’y trouves du seum entre les prunes et les pastèques
J’me suis jamais rendu, j’résiste à ce monde en flux tendu
18ème merveille du monde, ne cherchez plus les jardins suspendus
C’est pas du street-art, ma seule galerie sur le toit d’une voiture
Sur une toiture j’ai la trentaine mais toujours une voix crue
Gaffe où tu mets les pieds, les keufs ils doivent t’épier
Tu t’fais drive-by parce que t’habites de l’autre côté de la voie ferrée
Mate les gueules ça m’écœure, esquinté, éreintée
J’roulais un ter j’voulais un thème mais j’ai qu’la vue du Sacré-Cœur
Ça dégueule, ça roupille, pas d’looping la routine
J’arrive tout de suite, pour l’instant je dors à 3 stations de la où je vis

En cas de pépin tu me couvres
Mais qui sera là ? J’ai quelques doutes
J’reviens à l’heure à laquelle l’inspecteur se couche
Grosse secousse si t’es nerveux tu vas connaître le binz
Un caillou fera l’affaire pas besoin de la castafiore
Pour que les fenêtres se brisent
Été 2015, sur la butte c’est mieux qu’Ibiza
Cocktail bizarre, on mélange la vodka et le bissap
Ici les gens se fascinent pour les écrans tactiles
Les antalgiques des grands trafics
Confonds pas l’argent sale avec l’argent facile
Vie monotone, j’suis près du four appelle-moi Domovoï
Pourquoi nos mômes volent, passent de l’école au squeezer Molotow
On est filmé comme Truman, les rues ressemblent à des couloirs
Des couches tards sous puche-ca, DAVAJ DAVAJ KURWA !
J’reste fidèle au rap parce qu’il reste là même quand j’ai pas la foi
Le soir j’me pète la voix sur des ceaux-mor qu’on est dix à avoir
Même absent j’suis dans ton bat’
Victorieux sans combattre
Il faut que je bombarde, j’ai mis mon blaze sur tous les bancs de Montmartre

Tous fêlés, odeur d’joint sur le CV
Dents serrées, sur la paume de la main c’est pas du henné
Ma cons’ est mal cachée quand j’ai la braguette ouverte
Pour pas rayer ta table j’ai mis ma plaquette sous le verre
Ils mettent un nouveau terminus, mais nous on rentre les mêmes délires
Maquille la rame en sept minutes on a pas besoin de la MD 10
Usine à crack, sur l’Île-de-France c’est Alcatraz
Vie étriquée, tout est truqué, tu peux même perdre si t’as 4 as
J’m’en vais la haut sur la butte pour regarder Paris
Paradis des celards-vi tu vois du vice des parvis au parking
Y’a que de l’asphalte c’est malsain, même sans un tas de gros mots
Fraudeurs de la NASA : un clandestin en combi’ d’astronautes


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15 October 2016

Moment 4 Life

Author: Erin | Category: Lyrics|Music|Videos

If I could take the time back, I would rewind back
The day my cousin asked my gran where his mom at
I want my aunt back and my dad too
They killed Shawty and Diddy that was sad too
I cut a couple homies off, shit I had to
Changed on me for the money, look what cash do
Thinking I’m rich, counting my money
Worrying bout mine, they should be counting it for me
I’m just adding up this paper subtracting my homies
Shawty be screaming how she love me, while bouncing it on me
She really don’t like me, she just attracted to money
She chasing the benjys, so that don’t offend me
Im just loading up my Glock, hoping that it defend me
When them haters try to kill me I’m clapping the semi
She giving me head, I’m grabbing her Remy
I just wanna B, like the back of the Bentley
Niggas say I’m Hollywood when I’m Hollyhood
Put my life on the line for them, shit I probably would
Switch that to probably woulda, They wit me probably coulda
Put’em on probably shoulda, but ain’t nobody realer
Niggas is so fake, I did my ID check
Kept It A Hunnit Wit Me ?, ain’t met nobody yet
I treat them like the beat, cuz ima body that

Moving throughout these streets, that’s where you find me at
I ain’t gonna lie —– saved my life
But you ain’t gon be running round, like you made my life
I ain’t met a bitch yet, I would’ve made my wife
And I ain’t met a nigga yet I would’ve made my right
Hand, damn, never take a stand
Never tell them boys information on your fam
Never tell them niggas information where you stayin
Cuz they change like the weather, when you wake they’re where you land
With that hammer in your face, askin for the cake
Ever seen one of your dogs transform into a snake
Ever seen one of them snakes transform into a rat
I be running through the jungle I could tell you bout that
I could tell you bout the drought, when the work got snapped
Whole hood started robbing, everybody got strapped
Whole team just was broke, everybody got back
I was selling Sour Diesel, everybody got crack
It’s obvious I’m hot, it’s obvious you cold
Presidential on my wrist, and it’s obvious its gold
Whole hood got your statements it’s obvious you told
Like a Lil Wayne album it’s obvious you sold
I’m on some shit, running neck and neck with Vick
Trying to bring my city back, take us to where we never been
I’m just in the studio working like a Mexican
And they tell me I’m a rookie doing it like a veteran
Yea, big dreams small city
Trying to come up on me, but would you fall with me?
Would you clutch that hammer and bust it off with me?
Hundred miles an hour running from the law with me?
I ain’t think so, I just blink slow
Million ways to get this money but we think snow
Every time I see a chick I just think ho
And every time I meet a nigga I just think Po’
Alpo ass niggas!
Moment for life, for life
I’mma keep it real for life
And I’mma keep getting money, fuckin’ bitches for life, for life, for life
Yeah, yeah!


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15 October 2016

Different

Author: Emily | Category: Chillin

Different

“You all laugh because i’m different. I laugh because you are all the same.”


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