Serkan Çetinel

Tonight
12/8/2013
Raptors VS. Lakers
6:30 Pm

#GoLakers

Kobe Bryant – The Last Chapter.

He’s back…

Bliss N Eso
Sydney
Peace.

Let’s pretend…

Kobe Bryant 2013 Season Mix

And let all that is lost be forgotten
And it will pass
So let all that is lost be forgotten
Let us move on…

Like the waters in the open sea
When tribulation comes all we can say is hopefully
And yesterday you can probably say it’s no hope for me
But today I’m overly dedicated
I’m ‘posed to be a testimony for broken hearts in the city
You’re either crash landing or planning on flying with me
Misery loves standing behind its company well
Vividly I can see that your feelings would like to dwell
On our past encounters, reaching over the counter
Told me that it’s appealing to pop a pill as downer
I heard emotions burn deep
I heard when you fall out of love, the drop is steep
I heard when you see a dove, that’s what you trying to be
Got these burdens under my wings, but I’m still free
‘Cause I can make the decision to let it all go away
Before I ever run astray, I look you in your eyes and say…

Let us move on
Let us move on
For this is short
And it will pass…

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I’ve seen your face before my friend
But I don’t know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you’ve been
It’s all been a pack of lies…

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well, I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord
I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
Well I’ve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh Lord, oh Lord…

My brothers;
Smoov, Baji, Hudah, Yosh, Rocco, Cleff, Cid, LT

Greetings from L.A…

Hypnotic Brass Ensemble
Chicago, Illinois

Major! Hell motherfuckin’ yeah…

Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin major, unhh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major
Lord be my savior, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor
Dear Lord can ya feel me?
Stress gettin major, unnh
Mama raised a hellrazor, stress gettin major….

And even in the darkest nights, I’m a Thug for Life
I got the heart to fight now
Mama raised a hellrazor why cry?
That’s just life in the ghetto, do or die…

Makaveli Alive…

What it is, you know, they know
What it is, we know, y’all know
What it is, Ecstatic, there it is

What it is, you know, we know
What it is, they know, y’all know
What it is, you don’t know? Here it is…
 
 
The way I feel, sometimes it’s too hard to sit still
Things are so passionate, times are so real
Sometimes I try and chill, mellow down, blowin’ smoke
Smile on my face but it’s really no joke
You feel it in the streets, people breathe without hope
They goin’ through the motion, they dimmin’ down their focus
The focus gettin’ clear and the light turn sharp
And the eyes go teary, the mind grow weary
I speak it so clearly sometimes you don’t hear me
I push it past the bass, know nations gotta feel me
I feel it in my bones, black I’m so wide awake
That I hardly ever sleep, my flows forever deep
And it’s volumes or scriptures when I breathe on a beat
My presence speak volumes before I say a word
I’m everywhere: penthouse, pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave, tall cathedral of a shell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well
Quiet storm, vital form, pen pushed it right across
Mind is a vital force, high level right across
Soul is the lions roar, voice is the siren
I swing round, ring out and bring down the tyrant
Shocked a small act could knock a giant lopsided
The world is so dangerous, there’s no need for fightin’
Suckas trying to hide like the struggle won’t find ’em
And the sun bust through the clouds to clearly remind him
Everywhere penthouse pavement and curb
Cradle to the grave, talk’ll lead you on a shell
Universal ghetto life, holla black you know it well…
 
And always on time and rockin ya mind
Sit and come relax, riddle off the mac
It’s the patch, I’m a soldier in the middle of Iraq
Well say about noonish, comin’ out the whip
And lookin at me curious, a young Iraqi kid
Carrying laundry, “What’s wrong G? Hungry?”
“No, gimme my oil or get [fuck] out my country”
And in Arabian barkin’ other stuff
’til his moms come grab him and they walk off in a rush
Distrust, feeling like I’ve pissed upon wound
I’m like, “Surely hope that we can fix our differences soon!” Bye!
Buying apples I’m breakin’ on
You take everything, why not just take the damn food, black master? Like I don’t understand it, on another planet
15 month of this stuff, how I’m gonna manage?
And increasing the sentiment, gentlemen
Getting down on their middle eastern instruments
Realized trapped in this crowd
Walk over kicked one of my fabulous raps (la dee da dee)
Arab jaw drop, they well wish, they glad rap
Now the kid considered like an Elvis of Baghdad
 
Omar: Men have two faces: one that laughs and one that cries
Ali: They sent you?
Omar: Yeah, so? Here…

This ain’t no fairytale…Welcome to real life..Only the strong survive you gonna have to earn your stripes…

Where some good die young and some wicked keep their life…

Welcome To Real Life…

Young Noble, Krayzie Bone, Tony Atlanta, King Malachi, Hussein Fatal, Arsonal

Outlaw 4 life…

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