Discussion dans 'Musique, scène punk et skinhead' créé par old seb, 25 Décembre 2008.
Imparfait, voir DEGUEULASSE !!
tu me traites de menteur hdnord .je commentais ces derniers posts voilà. En vieillissant , il perd , peut-etre, sa crète.
celle là je dédicace ce groupe italien pour kanal pour la musique et pour l'affiche PRIMAL STATE | INTERNAL | Here And Now! Records (bandcamp.com)
HYENA - s/t lp (us) HYENA HYENA - Harta Tahta Wanita (indonésie) HYENA HYENA SUITE - They (?) HYENA SUITE HYENA - s/t lp (espagne) HYENA THE HYENAS - s/t ep (uk) THE HYENAS HYENAS - Deadweights lp (allemagne) HYENAS & quand même ... ! AL'HYENA LUNA - live au Dépôt (france) AL'HYENA LUNA
Je lance un sondage voir si on ban le groupe?
Coño, qué asco, pana Cof, cof, cof ¡Ah! Cof Los hermanitos te pagan el sueldo y tú les rajas el cuero Nadie te está pidiendo consejo, mucho menos dinero Si quieres atar algún cabo suelto, te lo recuerdo Cuando te vea la cara en el suelo, mamagüevo (Cof) Voy a escupirte la cara, mi amor, pa' quitarte la mugre (¡Ah!) Vine a tallar la medalla de honor, el sonido más cutre Me voy por un tiempo y te crees el mejor, ¿jah? Verás cómo sufres Llеgó mi momento de retomar еl control y todo se pudre (¡Po!) Mi jerga te curte, mi letra te nutre, futre Tu mierda me aburre, lo mío te aturde, son obras de Louvre Delivery más eficaz de la urbe, mensajes de courier Si salgo del juego, no habrá quién te alumbre, se jode tu puzzle (¡Ah!) Tú no la mueves, conmigo no puedes, mi merca es mundial (¡Worlwide!) Soldadito raso, tú, un falso nueve; yo, un diez natural (Beaucoup) Esclavo del faso, to' el día en las redes (Ja, ja), retrasado mental Contando mis barras seguro te mueres, violencia verbal (¡Yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo', yo'!) ¿Qué coño te hicieron pensar los fanáticos? (¿Ah?) Tú no rapeas bien (Fuck!) Típico que te tocó ser el arbitro, es que no corres ni cien (¡Ja, ja!) Mano, tus palabreos son de plástico (¡Ah!), juguete Mattel (¡Pa!) Vete a la gradas y quédate tranqui, bro, que esto es otro nivel El rap es un business, marico triste, no el lago de los cisnes (¡Ah!) (Ah, ah...) Escenas de crimen no solo en el cine, ya dejen el chisme (Ah...) (¡Ya!) El rap del caribe, puros tiburones, aquí no nadan delfines Te bañan con thinner (¿Jah?), te prende en fuego (¡¿Jah?!), te apagan con orine (¡Po!) Esos halagos esconden insultos, enemigos ocultos (Pss...) Ahora resulta que tú eres el duro, tú no tienes futuro (¡No!) El mudo que quiere ser número uno, pichón de zamuro Anda a lavarte ese culo con flúor, rapero pajúo
Ce n'est pas être menteur que de commettre une erreur
Et la crête c'est dans la tête
groupe canadien Comeback Kid Heavy Steps | Comeback Kid (bandcamp.com)
lourd , violent de ce groupe de LA Träumer | Träumer | 1753 (bandcamp.com)
groupe de chicago Counter Control OP#14: Counter Control - The World is Burning Up EP | Counter Control | Open Palm Tapes (bandcamp.com)
It would be simple, wouldn't it? My father was away trapping, a time when it- Which lefts? What happened to you? Magic? What's magic? Out with the vision myself, I had to fend for myself I get the green like it's kelp, I put that shit in the pail Make sure my mama do well, all of my bitches do well All of my bitches do well, my bitches shine like jewels I get that cash through the wire I make them plays on the cell I free my sister out cell I got that check through the mail Jupiter jumbo or giant Whippin' that paint, Jumbalaya I held your ho with a spell I put that bitch on the trail Poor Bobby smoking the finest Running the game like a tyrant Winter when nothing else fails Winter still bringing you hell Simply sing for me Bitch, sing a symphony Bitch, just defending me She thought that it was skin deep Been took ya bag Been told you that you been weak Been had the mag' Been on the line assembly Tragedy in the street Lookin' for someone to laugh with me Incomplete Lookin' for someone to match with me Desert eagle Lookin for someone that blast for me Desert eagle Lookin' for someone to fly with me Get high with me, no Visine Just see what my eyes see Open my eyes, free me Just remind me where I'm from and what's going on What's happening? The gas going, the motor flowing Bitch, what's happening? Remind me where I'm from and what's happening The motor going, the gas flowing Bitch, what's happening? I did some dirt with the clique Went and got cliqued by myself Couldn't belittle myself, couldn't be all weak as hell I just be weary of self, I had to fend for myself Had to get low like the jail pose Check review then lose the tail, bro I would skip over the hell hole I had the vision myself They clouded me at a standstill I picked up a penny and left I picked up the clip with a step Send you a current event Everything we in the midst of How long you waiving the rent? Moratorium extendo I'm just evading the pit Ain't no parading the tent Fuck out my face with syringe Fixing my face, feigning interest Loan all my patience get thin Everything he say, I missed it Can't believe you get paid for this shit Whatever, stock up the shells Ni**as thinking that they figured it out Hit the lab, whip up a cell They itching for it, I seen it's been a drought I hear the tone of the bell Tried to atone with a prayer Know the tone never tell You gon' see when you get there anyhow, uh Oh, I would do anything to make my children happy Please black bird is there anything you can do to help me? Maybe there is How can I make our black children happy without any magic? It depends upon what you tell them Magic is only make-believe And our children do not need to grow up in a make-believe world You need to tell them the truth And help make them feel proud of who they are The magic of truth is much more powerful than magic of make-believe But what can I tell them? Tell them that they're beautiful Tell them that they're Black Here, take hold of my wing And I will take you to someone who can give you something even better than magic Uh, off the strength I'm not as numb as I thought I'm broken links, my circle shrinking smaller Satellite revolve, my core is a cauldron Surrendered orbits Cross-check what's really real and what's performance Speak for self but wondering who else really on it Who's really all in? (Hello) Trouble calling My phone don't ping, I'm buzzed, leave me alone Truth with a stashed pocket for a lie The document is alive, I speak life Every border gets revised if dissolved With the fines what it's charged Haven't made up my mind if I'm assigned to the stars I slide when I walk I'm inside of the funk, trust She want up when it dump, it came from the sludge Involuntary, shooting foundations in studs Tears and snot bubbles, sob puddles I lay in the west spot, listen Let's not conflate, I give what I take It's the hunt, there is the chase Some talk like they never got punched in the face You can't see clearly now, don't come near me Wails of the weary, loop max infinite Draw me closer, damn near intimate And I'll give you a kiss The flyest and grown and sexy I came through over proofing the plastic Pepsi bottle, security didn't check me Skipped coat check, they playin' the oldies I'ma go 'head and get sweaty Plus saved the ten-piece It's hell up in Harlem so meet me 'cross 100 and 10th street If the tree's a bargain, bars that don't really tempt me I'm from where every car foreign and we drive 'em on empty (Zimbabwe) Bury me in a borrowed suit Give my babies my rhyme books but tell 'em "Do you" Give my enemies the good news, time flew We was probably brothers back then like TRU No jerseys, no durags, hard-bottom shoes Ni**as tired of the foolishness No disrespect, it's a lotta mids in the room My pack loud, cut right through Kofi Annan in the booth so you ain't get in the stu' Sese Seko Mobutu if the DJ play something smooth (slide on 'em) It's a move, I don't dance but maybe tonight Maybe tonight I don't know her, and I don't even mind if it is the strobe light Live for the living I made chicken late night in my boxers burning up the kitchen She passed out right when I was done fixing I watch reruns in the dark; fingers and lips glistening Ooh, get 'em I'm so damn proud of myself I did this for you, G, alright? Been to there and back, tall tales tossed to the breeze We keep facts in the midnight wax, family tree sap Lightly through the leaves on familiar tracks I know it's real even when I'm feeling bad Resilient as they build to black She shimmy into the, yeah, that's consent gettin' established You only trash if you trash, I keep it simple and dynamic Trust the passage rites to life's chapters I have to write to find balance This game of telephone massive, I do what I have to with the fragments The madness method rampant these days, I let the panic pass me Featherweight, my heart was straight despite baggage Asymptomatic but I get sicker, the delays faster, faster Practicing practice in what I preach, keep pace The calcium on my teeth fade The streets are blazed with the anger, complacency and deceit create Ice sheet break, I couldn't weak, wait All I could say to the times I couldn't freeze frame, bleak fate You got so much to bleed to clean slate (I've got so much) The bag of tricks in my sleeve breaks Southpaw under the North Star, forcing all the league changes (I've got so-) Don't sleep baby
groupe grec The Beggar Belief Debut EP 2015 | The Beggar Belief (bandcamp.com)