Serkan Çetinel

I Still Have A Soul…

Just give me one good time
Nobody is looking at me anyway
Nobody is looking at me anyway…

If I could cry maybe one good time I could wash away all my pain
And maybe free my mind
After my shows it’s a lonely road
So I sit up all by myself trying to cleanse my soul
Nobody’s looking at me anyway
Just give me one good time
Nobody’s looking at me anyway

I know that I’m hardcore
Know how to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some people show it and then
Some people hide it
But other people they do it whenever they get excited but me
I can’t even do it when the wrongs all mine
I’m saying I’ve been trying to do it for a long long time
I get jealous when I see people do it and it’s like fluid
I’m thinking
How can they swallow that when I can’t even chew it
I guess God seen it fit to label me the consoler
Bestowed upon a broken show and forever be the shoulder
My mission is plain to see
Its freaking insanity
I’m wishing the pain in me would just leave me be why can’t it be
Simple cause on the real
This one could die
So I’m asking God
Before I go
Just give me one good cry..

Why I got to be the one to cheer up
People until they clear up
When I sneeze I tear up
And then I go look in a mirror
So I can see how it looks
When I really wanna know how it feels
When I’m hella down I try to push
No matter how hard no water spills for real
My patience is soon to go
Waiting for the balloon to blow
I’m thinking back to when I used to go to funerals
No matter how close we were
On the inside it ached while
Others be losing it
I’m just wishing I could break down
And I been to a lot of them
And there’s not a one
That went on and got it done
No moisture that even try even to come
And this ain’t no tough thing, because I’ve had enough pain
Tears should be runnin like mustangs
Man it must rain
Been trying for years
But the crying been inside
Nina been so serious there ain’t no lying in his eyes
And it makes me so furious
When I look and I’m in genocide
Please let me break down with the pain I felt when Brian Dennis died
One time..

I look at actors crying
It’s as easy as fondue
But what do you do when extreme hurt is upon you
Real life ain’t no movie homie
And this ain’t John Woo
But I almost lost it on the ending of Jon Q
And I almost lost it when Jennifer Hudson blew
But I’m still waiting for that real emotion to come thru
Then maybe I could get a cry God
Maybe one, two?
Been red for life for the first time ever me want blue
(What?)
Give me the blues
Sometimes I turn on the news and I
Look at all these feuds
Then I try to make them ooze
(Don’t cry, no teardrops from your eye
Poetry’s music oh my, almost made me tear up about thinking about my children, no lie)
Maybe I’m black hearted
You thinking damn he shady
Saying man he crazy
For the way I abandon me lady
One day she can repay me
Yes that woman can betray me
Then I’ll probably cry if not than I do it if I win me a Grammy maybe…

Here to stay
Even when I’m gone
When I close my eyes
Through the passage of time
Kings never die!

I can hear the drummer drumming
And the trumpets, someone’s tryna summon someone, I know somethin’s coming
But I’m runnin’ from it to be standing at the summit
And plummet, how come it wasn’t what I thought it was
Was it, too good to be true?
Have nothin’, get it all but too much of it
Then lose it again, did I swallow hallucinogens
Cause if not, where the hell did it go?..

Cause I got this motherfuckin’ cloud over my head
Crown around it, thorns on it
Cracks in it, bet you morons didn’t think I’d be back, did ya?
How ’bout that, I’m somehow now back to the underdog
But no matter how loud that I bark, this sport is somethin’ I never bow-out at
I complain about the game, I shout and I pout, it’s a love-hate
But I found out that I can move a mountain of doubt
Even when you bitches are countin’ me out, and I appear to be down for the count
Only time I ever been out and about
Is drivin’ around town with my fuckin’ whereabouts in a doubt
Cause I been lost tryna think of what I did to get here but I’m not a quitter
Gotta get up, give it all I got or give up
Spit on, shit on, stepped on, but kept goin’
I’m tryna be headstrong but it feels like I slept on my neck wrong
Cause you’re moving onto the next, but is the respect gone?
Cause someone told me that

Kings never die

Don’t give me that sob story liar, don’t preach to the choir
You ain’t never even had to reach in the fire to dig deep
Nobody ever handed me shit in life, not even a flyer
Wouldn’t even take shit into consideration
Obliterate anyone in the way
I think I see why a lot of rappers get on these features and try to show out on a track with me
But it’d actually have to be a fuckin’ blow-out to get me to re-tire
Tell these new artists that kings never die
I know shit has changed in this age, fuck a Twitter page
Did it just say I’ve been upstaged?
Why am I online? It’s driving me crazy
I’m ridin’ shotgun tryna get a gauge
On what’s hot, but I’m not one to conform
But as days pass in this shit
And opinions sway, I can hear ’em say..

Comeback as if I went away
But detractors just say so much for the Renegade
Someone’s gonna make me blow my composure
Here I go again, center stage and I feel like I’m in a cage
They so want a champion to fall
It’s no wonder why I laugh at ’em, cause why can’t we win ’em all?
So fuck what these cynics say
(It) just goes ta show that when my back’s against the wall
And I’m under a tack again, that I’ll act as if I’m ‘posed ta
With this pent up rage, cause all these plaques in my office
On the floor stacked against the door
Are they just metaphors for the odds of me comin’ back again?
Cause all the accomplishments, accolades, awards
And trophies just don’t mean jack anymore
If I’m here today and gone tomorrow
And I’m not gonna be

I want it, I’m comin’ to get it
So you son of a bitches don’t duck you’re gonna get Riddick Bowe’d
Critics’ll end up in critical, think your shit is dope all you’re gonna get is smoked
And I ain’t stopping ’til I’m on top again, all alone and on a throne
Like a token of respect, or a homage poem, or an ode I’ve been owed
Tossed in the air by my own arm, and launched so hard it broke my collarbone
And when it’s my time to go, I’m still not leaving
Stop for no one, I don’t know but I’ve been told an obstacle that
Blocks your road, knock it over, time to go for the pot of gold, cause

They say kings never die
Just ask Jam Master Jay
They just grow wings and they fly
So, hands up, reach for the sky
Try to hold on and prolong these moments
Cause in a blink of an eye
They’ll be over

Tryna secure your legacy like Shakur
And ensure nobody’s ever gonna be what you were
So before you’re leavin’ this Earth
You want people to feel the fury of a pure evil cerebral, berserk
Deacon of words, syllable genius at work
Plus I’m thinkin’ that they’re mistakin’ my kindness for weakness, kill ’em with meanness
I went from powdered milk and Farina
To flippin’ burgers on the grill for some peanuts
At Gilbert’s to arenas, call me Gilbert Arenas, still appeal to the dreamers
I made it to the silverscreen but Rocky’s still what the theme is
Khalil on the beat cause makin’ the beat ain’t the same feelin’ to me as killin’ the beat is
Or fulfillin’ to me is what fillin’ a seat is
It’s that “Sound Bombing” Thirstin’ Howl
Common, underground, Diamond D, Outsidaz
Stomach growl, throbbin’ hunger, out-rhymin’ everyone
God just give me one shot, I swear that I won’t let you down
I’mma be around forever-and-a-day, even in the ground
You ain’t never ever gonna hear ’em say I ain’t…

Take your time, when talkin’ to a nigga I don’t waste none
Knock you off your feet and then I flee before the jakes come
Sick of hearin’ cases from these niggas who ain’t face none
But I’ma be the nigga that they feelin’ when the day come
Thirsty for the pay, young niggas led astray
Stray bullet hit my brother in his mothafuckin’ face
What’s fate when a person don’t deserve what he get?
Shootin’ reckless at the father almost murdered the kid
Or is it karma for the shit that both the parents had did?
Ain’t embarrassed where I’m livin’, we get merit for kills
From a family of niggas that was veteran skilled
Voted heartless cause my momma made me part of the guild
Deals made, sellin’ thrills paid the bills at the crib
Drag him down by the river, he’ll be missin’ for years
And them funerals was usual, ain’t sheddin’ no tears
Knew the fallen had it better off than most of us did
Cause shit, Heaven knows, Heaven’s gates prolly closed
And these hoes in a race for the gold
We was raised on that fork in the road
No food on our plate, just the meals that we stole

I spit that prayer hand emoji, that shit that injured Kobe
The holiest of holy, Nick Nolte in some Oakley’s
That’s a flex though, cover up the issues that I kept close
Sober I can’t deal I’m in the corner with my head low
Runnin’ from my shadow, never ending chase
Ease the pain and the battle that’s within me
Sniff the same shit that got Whitney, the high heel depression
My temple feel the metal comin’ out the Smith & Wesson, bang
Say a prayer, leave my brains on the tile floor
My bitch hate me, always tell me I should smile more
Off them drugs that hit you in your spinal cord
This the shit I need to keep the climate warm
Wish I could get high, space migration
Pretend I can just fly to great vibrations
The magazines need a quote
Now I’m gone, sorry I don’t even know

And this pain, and this pain, and this pain, and this pain
Mixed up with this rain, this rain, this rain, this rain…

Do just what I tell you
Don’t come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
‘Cause I don’t know how long I can hold my heart in two..

A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André
Beef is on my entree, gin and juice, that’s Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
Pussy on a Sunday, business on a Monday
My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway
Come be my fiancee, she fuck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Bougie-ass bitch made me wait to fuck for two days
Finally got it today, swear to god my mood changed
Top off like toupees, drop off, touche
Yeah, my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tell ’em holla at a nigga, G
Riding on my enemies, this my ghetto symphony.

Whipping Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin’ and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle, she know it’s dismissal
Spread the news I’m official, now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive forget it, war ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
Till my cardiac’s arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin’
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in its purest form
Don’t complain I came to reign from here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports.

Since Rocky spit like André, I’m gon’ kill ’em like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée, eat ’em like cookies, Chips Ahoy
Mm, enjoy, when I get annoyed, know a couple niggas that’ll kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid, body get found by a lil’ fishin’ boy
Arnold Schwarzenigga, toss a nigga
Like codeine mixed with a roid
Slow punch make a nigga chin collide
That’s for talking how fast you could grip a nine
Damn, look how the hollow tip hit his spine
Little motherfuckers that commit the crime
These niggas got the sidewalk sipping wine
Guess that’s why the ground sip the wine
Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My soul gets cold when my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil for these freakin’ lies
Sign a couple deals for these freakin’ lies
How many times in your eyes has a nigga died? Never!
Spittin’ it like a Beretta, nobody do it better, nigga.

Don’t come in any closer…

Exactly 10 years ago today, LA Lakers star Kobe Bryant made the impossible seem easy.

81 points, 28-of-46 shooting (60.9%), 18 of 20 free throws, six rebounds, two assists, three steals, three turnovers and, sure, one blocked shot in 42 minutes.

January 22, 2006 – January 22, 2016

Robert Glasper’s composition, “Be Courageous,” honors 20 years of courage & greatness from Kobe Bryant. To commemorate Black History Month, the song is crafted using a 4/4-6/8 pattern in remembrance of April 4, 1968, the day we lost a historical leader.

From winning the dunk contest as a teenager, to dropping 61 in the Garden, to becoming the NBA’s 3rd all-time scorer — and everything in between. Listen and add comments to this track, marking where you feel Kobe’s most courageous moments inspire the music. Choose from the unforgettable moments below or pick your own.

Iconic alley-oop vs. Blazers
Dropping 62 in 3 quarters vs. Dallas
81 point game vs. Toronto
Shooting free throws with torn Achilles
Winning the dunk contest as a teenager
Scoring 33 points against his idol
Winning his 2007-08 MVP award
NBA record 12 threes in a game
All Star MVP in 2002
Clutch playoff shots vs. Phoenix in 2006
Behind-the-back reverse dunk
Clutch shots for Team USA in 2008
Three-peat
Back to back titles in 2009 and 2010

Happy Birthday Aaliyah. You will continue to live on through generations!

#GoneTooSoon

Fuck what them say, I don’t need it
Them wanna build you today just to tear you down
I don’t let them preach, and I don’t believe it
See there’s no weight to they words, they can’t wear me down
I don’t need it!

I woke up satisfied
I’ll never let your negativity kill my vibe
I know everybody’s dreams don’t survive
That’s the difference between me and them in this life
Everybody talk a lot
I remember not to follow what they talk about
I know I’m the illest out, sheep gon’ be sheep
So I know you’ll come around in time
They always do, they don’t ever let you down
Talking about everything you need except the crown
Your gift and your passion to them don’t ever count
‘Til your name and life and money overflowing in accounts
All you bitches look like clowns

“Yo, let me apologize for the other types that made you feel like you could ever steal my light
Joy always come in the morning no matter what the night do
Might not be today, but one day they gon’ understand you”
I don’t need that drama, I don’t need to give you light
I was taught: don’t give energy to those you don’t like
I don’t need to go major, made it this far without paper
I don’t need that cover either, I don’t need none of your favors
Told my mama “We gon’ make it”, I don’t need your funds
I don’t need to get naked, I just need to have some fun
I don’t need your emo beats, all I want is soul and funk
I don’t need your validation, hell, I already done won

It’s here in your own star
Once you wake up and realize who you are
‘Til we know, we don’t need it
I don’t need it

My confidence out the roof
Aquarius in me told me opinions ain’t truth
This amusement wasn’t amusement for you
When it’s showtime I’m on like Kobe Bryant in his youth
I’m Birdman, I’m Birdman, I’m Birdman
My play is not to make you opinions my burden
Whoo! Uh, Damn, Michael Keaton
Shoot the nose to spite the face, I ain’t even
Mama say there’s more success in succeeding
My complexion in the black this evening
That’s the prop that I’m teaching business
Santa Clause to Jehova’s Witness
Ain’t believe, now they want forgiveness.

This is me, this is you
This is us, this is Proof
This is you, this is me
This is us, this is Proof
I don’t need forgiveness
I don’t need no religion
I ain’t living my life behind bars or sign Prison
Ain’t no job for me
Damn if God only put some love in my house insteada leavin’ mah heart lonely
Trapped inside poverty
Strapped up so properly
Actin’ outta hunger
Now I’m wrapped up in robberies
My yearn is to brawl
Got me learnin’ the law
Came to school
But a fool
I ain’t turning my jaw (shhh-it)
Hit me? I’m hitting back
Damn sho I’m getting back
Tough behind the streets
Never eat where you shittin’ at
Life as a diplomat
True family and friends
Sittin’ back confused, insanity begins
As we travel to the end
And battle not the sick (whut)
Being broke, Harry had his Gat up to his skin
Used to live to fight
Now I’m fightin’ to live
Please believe my own needs
Feed mah wife and mah kids

It’s my life
-We do what we gotta do
Can only do me
-That’s all I know how to do
I gotta get away
-To swallow this Malibu
So pray for me
-‘Cos my life ain’t valuable
It’s my life
-We do what we gotta do
Can only do me
-That’s all I know how to do
I gotta get away
-To swallow this Malibu
Straight from the bottle
-Do, shit, I do what I gotta do.

RIP Proof