Vernian Process - Behold the Machine album review
Vernian
Process - Behold the Machine is one of the lesser known steampunk albums
that is under appreciated and has definitely been overlooked. The
production and instrumentation is fairly fantastic. The theme of this
album is sort of robotic, bleak, and monotonous. Behold the Machine is a
mixture of steampunk, gothic rock, and pop.
Unhallowed
Metropolis is a mixture of steampunk, gothic punk, pop, and dark wave
with a touch of literature. Unhallowed Metropolis explains how machines
are planning to take over humankind by overpopulation.
It's a
new dark age and the end is coming near. There's blood out in the
streets and there's nowhere to run. Through darkest night they rise
once again. Spreading the plague and terrorizing humans.
We're
not alone. We'll make our stand. We're not alone in this unhallowed
land. We'll fight for our lives. We're not alone through this madness
and strife. And we'll wait for the dawn. But the city is gone. Nowhere
to run and nowhere to hide. Our time is short and our time is nigh.
We've had our chance. Lord knows we tried. Abominations plague our
streets. There's no surrender and there's no retreat!
But beyond
London's walls, the wasteland awaits. Where unholy creatures prowl at
our gates. The dead watch have always held them at bay. And now everyone
works by the Tesla array! Our metropolis has fallen. Our city is gone.
There's death in the streets and nowhere to run. A necropolis has risen.
The old world is dead. There's no hope in our hearts. A new dark age
ahead.
The Last Express explains how the last express goes on forever and waking up to a dark reality.
When
you fall asleep and wake up in the ground, the skies fall apart and
the heavens rain down. You enter your dreams in hopes of fantasy.
But all you wake up to is a dark reality.
Now
look out your window. What do you see? Another timeless journey along
the rolling sea. The tracks roll on forever across this barren land.
From the frozen northern wastes to the burning eastern sands. Look out
your window, what do you hear? The lonesome whistle's cry echoes in your
ear. We'll go on forever. No one will ever see. As we roll along in
silence for all eternity! The last express.
Wake up. You're
living in a dream. All you ever did was lie, cheat, and scheme. Well,
now that is over. The conductor wants your fare. It came so fast now.
Tell me. Were you prepared? The Express will never stop. No matter how
you plead. Your final destination may never even come. Just sit back,
relax, and pray that there is one.
Look out your window. What do
you hear? A million lost souls screaming in your ear! The Express goes
on forever. No one will ever leave. As it rolls along in silence for all
eternity!
5/5*****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brotha Lynch Hung - Dinner And A Movie album review
Brotha
Lynch Hung's 2010 album Dinner And A Movie sounds like a badass horror
movie. That is not surprising since the album was specifically formatted
and laid out as a horror movie with many similarities by him. The album
has solid story telling backed with descriptive lyrics on his songs.
This album has music that would be suitable for a soundtrack in a movie.
Think about the film scores and songs used in movies of the psycho
thriller genre and horror movies. Why his album has that horror movie
sample sound. His songs are good to include on a soundtrack for a major
movie or an underground indie movie/film.
Brotha Lynch Hung -
Dinner And A Movie was the best Strange Music album of 2010. This album
is more horrorcore and gruesome than all of his other albums save for
Season Of Da Siccness. Horrorcore rap meets new school rap on this
album. These are his cannibal sessions. The Dinner And A Movie album is
serving an appetizer for all things to come. So have dinner and a movie
while you wait.
Now the album cover itself is similar to a scene
similarly seen in a horror film or a poster advertising a horror movie.
That's no coincidence. You can see a black mask which quickly gives
away serial killer vibes. Some may think the album cover was based on an
original concept by Brotha Lynch Hung. The album cover looks like a
badass horror movie made in 2010 or 2011. The color scheme follows the
format of a horror film or a mystery novel.
Meat is about how
a man is unable to support his child as finances are tight. He is about
to sign a deal with a record label. So they won’t have to struggle
anymore. But they gonna do what they gotta do and that's get the meat.
The song deals with the struggle of being broke. Brotha Lynch Hung
returns to his old school Siccmade self on Meat with the beats and
lyrics. It's so badass!!
Brotha Lynch Hung only got enough money for some hamburger meat. But he still ain't tripping that's the shit he likes to eat.
His
son says, “Daddy, this is all we got to eat?” Lynch tells his son he
about to sign big time with Strange Music. Strange Music got Brotha
Lynch Hung back fade hopefully. He is downloading beats and will start
writing lyrics to them. That’ll bring them the extra cheese they
desperately need. So he tells his son, “We gonna eat somehow like the
Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese.”
But for now he is gettin dirty
meat and stacks of G's with the AR and automatic Uzi machine.All him and
his gotta do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze. And then
they’ll be good for another couple of weeks.
Lynch tells his son
once his son gets older like him that he’ll tuckin the heat and if not
then he’ll be stuck in the streets. “When you get older like me you'll
be tuckin the heat. And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street.”
He
wishes he could his son his mother loves but that up to her and on her
to tell him she loves him. But they gonna do what they gotta do and
that's get the meat. Strange Music got Brotha Lynch Hung back fade
hopefully. But if not, see there really ain't no hope for him.
He
only has enough money for top ramen noodles. His son lookin' at Lynch
like he don't wanna come too close. He saw Lynch in the bathroom cryin’.
It was too late. Lynch couldn't even keep a straight face like 2 face.
All the mother fuckas around Lynch was too fake. Brotha Lynch Hung
separated himself from most homies because most enemies started out to
be close homies. He ain't got an album out. Now they call him too late.
It was due time. No matter who's wrong or who's right. Life's like
shakin' 'em up and rollin' the dice.
All they got to eat today is
bullshit. Time for Lil Kevin to pray but Brotha Lynch Hung doesn't
pray. He carries full clips. It's gone be a tight squeeze. But they can
get through this. Old as he is, he can still count it on one hand.
Brotha Lynch Hung has got another plan. He’s got a million of em. He’s
gonna still come with em and still run with em.
Brotha Lynch Hung went old school with these lyrics.:
That's it, I'mma wipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I don't dance
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a million of em
I'mma still come with em, I'm still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it
The
song has some of the most quotable dialogue and quotable lines in the
history of his music. He came up with old school lyrics that rhyme and
are memorable.
We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the AR, automatic Uzi machine
All you gotta do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' the dice
Thin slice, and my old school homey like where you been Ice?
Just marinatin, stomach aching shit ain't been right
That means you going through the same situation
That means we gone keep going through the same shit you hatin'
We in the O zone, twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips
I'mma still come with em, I'm still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it
These are the best one-liners he used in the song. These one-liners are the most memorable and quotable.
We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' the dice
Bar B Q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
A football game, Where's my motherfuckin' high at?
Just marinatin, stomach aching shit ain't been right
We in the O zone, twilight zone
Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips
Don't nobody love you like me
I
Plotted (My Next Murder) is how Brotha Lynch Hung plotted his next
murder. I Plotted (My Next Murder) has killer ass bass in an uptempo
suspenseful mood. This is one of those fast paced songs that will make
you want to run in a hamster wheel. The instrumentation gives away an
eerie feeling appropriate for a horror film.
He was sitting in a
room with a pistol, schizo. Fist full of bullets and his grip’s low. He
mad. People say his music ain't Strange enough. So he signed on the
dotted line with Strange. Now he’s back and bad like LL. Ladies love me
but fuck 'em. He’ll make their bodies smell. Lynch has got a psycho
bitch. She'll cut you well. Leave you in a trashcan. Serious and furious
is what he is. Lynch is fuckin' them bitches while on their period.
Here's his brand new meat dish. Intestines, bell peppers, onions, and
salt, Which are his delicatessen.
He plotted my next murder in
the bedroom. Gripping on a pistol. Way too potent like Sisco. Overdose.
You ain't getting up in the morning. He hit you over dinner and a movie.
He’s schizo.
Somebody roll another motherfuckin' blunt. Other
motherfuckers want Brotha Lynch Hung’s siccness spit. His psycho bitch
is running up to go around slashing people. Lynch will keep coming with
psycho shit. Murdering others like Michael Pitt. That's just what’s
happening. It's just another damn murder.
Colostomy Bag is
another one of the more graphic and gruesome bloody themed songs on the
album. That's what it is. The Coathanga Strangla first made an
appearance and was mentioned first on this song. Lynch plays the role of
a murderous bloodthirsty character named Coathanga Strangla.
He’s
a little strange now. Brotha Lynch Hung is on fire like a human torch.
Ain't nobody can fuck with him. He’s just gettin' warmed up. Pure white
cocaine spit not even stepped on. Sort of like blue magic. He takes a
stab at pussy. He’s an addict. It bleeds when he taps it. Manic
depressive. And if you test him, plan to get your chest ripped. Damn
Smith & Wesson will test 'em. Lynch can still see siccem from long
distance. Hand full of intestines
Your folks get mangled up from
the naval by the Coathanga Strangla. The Coathanga Strangla will put you
in the hospital fast and have you wearing an oxygen mask with the
doctors in surgery getting a colostomy bag.
His whole cigarette's
wet. Lynch is about to smoke it. He gets hard like East Oakland
rappers. After the crew gets over him, Lynch be standin' over him with a
nine millimeter to hit him like a wide receiver like Jerry Rice. All
Lynch does is just think about eating them em every night.
Them
niggas think Lynch is weak because he is very nice. So he gotta carry
every knife and every machete. His head'll be buried and gettin' cut up
by the Coathanga Strangla. Lynch will be at the motel fucked up. Blood
in his cup with a fine bitch hugged up. He eats nigga nuts and guts. You
already know what the Coathanga Strangla eats. Your insides and your
enzymes. You a hot dog like Oscar Mayer.
Brotha Lynch Hung
returns to his old sicc style on I Tried To Commit Suicide with the
horrorcore Siccmade style of rap he uses. He explains why he tried to
commit suicide on I Tried To Commit Suicide.
Brotha Lynch Hung
tried to commit suicide. He had a gun in his mouth and a tear in his
eye. Where's his’ daughter at? He is thinkin' about the next place he
can slaughter at. He knows she wonders where her father's at.
He
had a lot on his mind. Suicide was one of the things on his mind. He
couldn't figure nothin' out. His mother just died It's like everything
was blowin' up in his mind. Lynch couldn't determine what was wrong or
right. Lynch is in a really weird place. Now metaphorically he is really
missing home. I couldn't explain how much. Lynch is on some shit
that'll get you locked up and put in the trunk. Shit’s fucked up. He
feels like jumpin' out the window. And nobody cares. He might as well
take this nine mili and die right here.
Sit in That Corner Bitch! is about a female hooker Lynch assaults and kills for appearing on television and on the internet.
Sit
in That Corner Bitch! is a diss track aimed towards all the haters
obviously. Sit in That Corner Bitch! sounds as if it came from a badass
horror movie made in 2011 which makes the track even more hardcore!
Lynch
just saw her face on the TV (look at that) and people already think she
is laying 6 feet deep. He took a nap. Now people on the news talking
about how they want their hooker back. Lynch gave her back to them, but
not before he took a bat and bashed her in the head with the bat. Then
he took a machete and dug her fucking eyes out. He picks her up and tied
knots. He has her on the bed playing dead. Then he took her to the
bathtub and made her bloody red. He cut a nigga's bitch up, put her in
the trash bag, and that's that.
Now Brotha Lynch Hung is on the
internet. Why not? MySpace is the place. He's on Facebook. She's in the
space. Look. Lynch tells the female hooker, “Hey. I'm telling you,
bitch. You better take me serious. Remember when you got that computer
for Christmas? Yeah that's why you're here. Sit in that corner, bitch.
Now I'm about to cut you, and eat you, bitch.”
Lynch tells the
female hooker, “Sit in that fuckin' corner, bitch! No. Just sit in that
fuckin' corner and shut the fuck up, bitch. I should've kept you off the
internet. Sit in that corner, bitch! Shut the fuck up.”
She
asked Lynch for a cigarette. He tells her to pull out her breasts. He
tells her, “ First, pull out your titties and I promise I can get you
wet. After I slit your neck.” Then he proceeds to the kitchen to open
her skull in cold water and get her brains washed. Itchin to get to spit
the guts. By cooking it and eating it. You will find shit all in the
couch. Shit in the bathroom and shit in the mouth. Razorblades and
alcohol. Like 50 bitches on their period. It's about to take 3 hours
like ham hocks. Brotha Lynch Hung is sicker than Charles Manson.
Lynch
tells the female hooker, “Sit in that fucking corner, bitch! Yes, it's
just about an hour left before dinner. You wanna watch a movie? Instead
of popcorn, I got popcorn alligator, you want some? Okay, well uhm, I
gotta piss. So um, You need anything to drink? I also got diarrhea too.
So uh, you want a milkshake?”
Brotha Lynch Hung does wordplay
about brainwashing with these lyrics. “I keep 'em brainwashed/Cut open
the skull in cold water, get ya brains washed”
He got creative
with these lyrics about social media and the internet. “Now I'm on the
internet, motherfucker why not?/MySpace is my place; pick her up and tie
knots” and “He's on Facebook, she's in the space look” Now Brotha Lynch
Hung is on the internet. Why not? MySpace is the place. He's on
Facebook. She's in the space. Look.
Nutt Bagg explains how
much of nutcase Brotha Lynch Hung really is. The term “nutt bagg” is
another word for nutcase. To put it simply, Brotha Lynch Hung is a
nutcase.
Brotha Lynch Hung does not give a fuck about what you
think and about what you feel. That’s how the truth feels to him at
least. Sitting in a cage Lynch has got an appetite to crack and pop that
steel and pop that veal. Lynch is going to get it. Ya’ll mothafuckers
is not that real. Brotha Lynch Hung is a nutt bagg.
I'm telling
you this is the siccness shit. This shit can get twisted. His life is
stuck in a cage. Better be ready to duck fast. Get sick to this. He
stays with the same Glock and the gauge. Laid in the shade with a bag o
naze. Sicker than a bag of AIDs. They call him the nutt bagg.
He
puts average niggas up in the attic. He also takes dead bitches and
stabs them up in the abdomen. He is leaving bodies on Madison Avenue for
dinner and a movie after he stabs at you. You got a bit of the
sickness, haven't you? It’s like cocaine. Not even a freight train can
stop him. Not even the straight cane can rock him. He uses weed to
maintain a top speed. Low down to slow down with the four pound.
5/5*****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brotha Lynch Hung - Coathanga Strangla album review
Brotha
Lynch Hung's 2011 album Coathanga Strangla sounds like a badass horror
movie. That is not surprising since the album was specifically formatted
and laid out as a horror movie with many similarities by him. The album
has solid story telling backed with descriptive lyrics on his songs.
This album has music that would be suitable for a soundtrack in a movie.
Think about the film scores and songs used in movies of the psycho
thriller genre and horror movies. Why his album has that horror movie
sample sound. His songs are good to include on a soundtrack for a major
movie or an underground indie movie/film.
Brotha Lynch Hung -
Dinner And A Movie was the best Strange Music album of 2011. This album
was just as horrorcore and gruesome as Dinner And A Movie and Season Of
Da Siccness. Horrorcore rap meets new school rap on this album. These
are his cannibal sessions. The Coathanga Strangla album is serving an
appetizer for all things to come. So have dinner and a movie while you
wait.
Now the album cover itself is similar to a scene similarly
seen in a horror film or a poster advertising a horror movie. That's no
coincidence. You can see a black mask which quickly gives away serial
killer vibes. Some may think the album cover was based on an original
concept by Brotha Lynch Hung. The album cover looks like a badass horror
movie made in 2010 or 2011. The color scheme follows the format of a
horror film or a mystery novel.
Now the only downside to the
Coathanga Strangla album is the amount of guest artists featured on the
songs. Lynch could have reduced the amount of guest artists on his songs
for his Coathanga Strangla album. Lynch can hold down his own weight on
his songs as he’s done decades prior.
Spit It Out deals
with paranoia. His hurtful rhyming is what makes this song brehsive.
Lynch and COS are telling us to reject false information or anything you
believe to be untrue. If it sounds to good too be true, then it
probably is. If anything tastes funny, spit it out!
Lynch has
been struggling to keep focused on his lyrics because of his problems,
but he knows that he’ll get back in the game! He was taught to just do
him though but won't follow directions. Cup of liquor at the
intersection while he clenching on his weapon. He is contemplating
suicide while thinking about little Kevin. He is thinking about his
girlfriend and his situation. He is also thinking about how his world
will end tragically.
So many people mad at him. He makes them go
away magically. But he just puts it behind him until they find him.
This is perfect timing. This is what you wanted. So he is going out for
the fried meat. Sorry he can't believe the fucking lies that you told
him. Because loyalty is loyalty but you don't know about that.
If
anything tastes funny, spit it out. Don't trust it, don't eat it!
Somebody's trying to poison Lynch. Somebody's trying to get in his life.
Can
you taste it? Can you smell it in the air? Smell like bodies in the
basement. Come take a walk with COS down a road so sacred. Dead man
walking scars underneath the bracelet. No leaves on the trees dusty
roads. No pavement. No sunshine. Just a lot of raining. One gun, one
mind.
Every room vacant in the house is colder than the glacier.
Bloody stage shit. Everything aching can't repair itself. Every mirror
in here is broken like COS can't stare at himself. He see clears through
the smoke because he got air in himself.
Now Lynch is going
through the pain and he’s to blame. They think the money and fame equals
insanity. It's a Strange game. He lets it stay the same. That's why it
seems like he’s hitting you with the same rhyme game time. Hard to get
along with sometimes. That's hard life. Compare it to the hard right.
It's going to be a long night and nothing to bitch about.
Suicide
Watch is a continuation and follow-up to I Tried To Commit Suicide.
Brotha Lynch Hung raps about why he is on suicide watch.
Brotha
Lynch Hung is in an all black khaki suit in an all black room feeling
like he’s in the back of the room. And he is strapped like something out
of a movie. Brotha Lynch Hung goes through the jungle with a machete.
He hunts loose and cuts throat. That's too practical. Yet he did perform
a tactical movement. Next thing you know he was loose and moving.
Killing everybody in sight and then smashing out. Lynch doesn't know
what's happening. Maybe he’s blacking out.
Anybody'll tell you
that nigga's an acid mouth. He is cruising past your house. He’ll start
chewing his meat if his ass is out. Hit Lynch with the .50 and get your
brains blasted. Dumping the dead niggas in caskets.
Lynch tore
his head like cotton. Call the coroner because Lynch is leavin' him in a
corner. Someone called his boys up. They gon' be looking for him. Soon
enough Lynch will disappear in the morning.
4/5****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A. Pique - Cornette single review
A.
Pique - Cornette is a Chanson Pop music single from 1898 released on 78
by Pathé from France. Think of the old timey pop sound from yesteryear
as the Cornette single is from the 19th century. Henri Weber is
responsible for the lead vocals on this single. Cornette is a 2 step
polka song. Le Clairon is a short 2 minute song on the A Side. Who would
have thought a provocative upbeat song would have came from the
Victorian age? Because the Victorian age/Victorian era was an era known
for its emotional and sexual restraint.
4/5****!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Conejo - Shady Conejo album review
Conejo - Shady Conejo was an early demo tape from Mexican-American rapper Conejo. The album had songs he recorded from 1991 to 1998. This is an example of early varrio rap from the varrio. He has some gangster ass rhymes. He came like a beast on this album.
Conejo brags about how his rhyme drop down like a one ton stone on his song aptly called One Ton Stone.
All his enemigas on the serio better watch it. Perhaps the outcome is fatal. Conejo comes across your land like a fucking tornado. You vatos wanna die? You get your wish and you don't have to try because Conejo does the damage with the vatos from his clique, ese. Conejo enters the arena for a battle that's so fierce. No one interferes.
He grabs the automatic to eliminate their mind. He stirs up a potion of many evil spells. Loco ass Conejo. Ese from the gates of Hell. Ask around about the mentally sick. And he’ll take you to the realm of all the unforgiven. All bitches rattle. He runs into these vatos all of the time. Conejo is a gangster ass vato like Al Capone. Wedge in between the madness was killing him.
The problem is complex. Vatos are gettin' checked. And no one could tell what would come next. He couldn't sleep a second. His destiny was planned. It's a power struggle. Who would control it?
These lyrics in Verse 2 explained the conflict Conejo had of chasing his own destiny.
[Verse 2]
Block out the fear then block out the pain
I do my perro in and it's driving me insane
The problem is complex, vatos gettin' checked
And no one could tell, ese what would come next
I'm goin' for the ride, my faith is in your hands
Couldn't sleep a second, my destiny was planned
It's a power struggle and who would control it
This bone crushing perro becomes my only component
His visions are clear and are no longer a blur. Waiting for the moment that something would occur. He’s going in this cycle again and again while living in this world that's so full of sin. He blocked out the pain and block out the fear. And after the laughter came a tear.
These lyrics in Verse 3 explained how Conejo’s visions were clear and no longer a blur.
[Verse 3]
My visions are clear, no longer in a blur
Waiting for the moment, that something would occur
I'm going in this cycle, again and again
I'm living in this world, that's so full of sin
So I dodge and dive, or else I be devoured
Strolling the yarda, ese staring at the tower
I block out the pain and block out the fear
And after the laughter, came down a tear
Shady is a rap song about pure uncut heroin. Shady explained Conejo’s addiction to heroin in such grim detail.
It's that needle in his vein. Pumping heroin through his system going straight to his brain. Heroin is his drug of choice. Enemigas collapse like carga. I know you could tell by the tone of his voice.
He stay on his toes in every direction. The South and the East. Especially the West. because the vatos in the West will put a fierro through his chest. So let him go get this automatic weapon and give these malillones a little fucking lesson. Surrounded by these Harpys. Pulling in the panic zone. His method is of deadly illusions. Conjuring up a spell of a deadly execution. Conejo is roaming in the shadows and vatos can't locate him. Conejo is the one that they call Shady.
Conejo is shooting heroin into his veins at 25th Street in Los Angeles, California on a dark lonely night. When the sun goes down, he shows his wicked ways. The tensions runnin' high in a critical situation as he dips this fucking frajo in some chemical reaction to make the heroin taste better. Have you ever been so panicked in this paranoid dimension?
Los Angeles is the location where your enemy just might come out the shadows. Conejo heard this vato hates him. Plus the vato wants to get Conejo for fucking with his lady. He told him all bitches rattle. I thought you knew it? Like drogas on the calles, these hynas get malillas.
Conejo stepped in a canton. They recognized his face. Is he the only one to hear it? He sees there’s no escape through the gates with no trace. Could it be in his mind hearing spirits of dead homies? Or is it because he lost it? Or could it be the devil? He is in a mental trap on a subconscious level. Because he knows just what’s going down. Heroin kicks in and relieves all the tension.
Conejo explained how just erupted like a volcanic eruption and an ear blow fatality on his song My Mind Just Erupted.
All his enemigas turn to ash when he breaks it on these putos. His rhymes drop down like a One Ton Stone. Conejo is a gangster ass vato ese like Al Capone. Vatos disappear like he was doing magic. Sleeping like a baby. It was death in the cradle. Conejo can't figure out his ways. Some say he is suicidal. The way that he react is fucking vital because all his elements ain't ordinary or natural. His status is deadly.
Conejo is from that Muerto Fin gang. Ese, all bitches rattle and he trusts no man. You get a fucking rush as you enter his fearful dimension. Heroin kicks in and relieves all the tension. It's just like a speed wall, carga, cocaine. His mind just erupted like a volcanic eruption. Him plus a cuete equals total destruction.
Surprise, surprise, ese. Open your eyes. Loc'd out Conejo be that devil in disguise because what can make you laugh can also make you cry. Fatal with the wounds to make a vato break. It's his victims that get broke. On a dark stormy night when evil is all around, echos on his voice be the only fucking sound. He senses there's betrayal with all the madness that’s going on. The gates have been open. Conejo is the keeper of the gate. In order to pass first you must indicate a scar, a sign, or the number of the beast. You will never see defeat.
Vatos out there claiming to be hard but are unprepared and off guard. The way he illustrates makes you hesitate. His method of destruction is to eradicate. No toleration for the enemy dictation. Again extermination of the enemigos that took that risk now their face gots a wiz. His venom showers with immense powers. Undistracted, his mind just erupted.
It is absolutely baffling and boggling how a gangster from the streets of Los Angeles can have such an advanced vocabulary. Read these lyrics to see the advanced vocabulary words.
The way I illustrate makes you hesitate
My method of destruction is to eradicate
No toleration for the enemy dictation
Again extermination of the enemigos
That took that risk now there face gots a wiz
My venom showers with immense powers
Undistracted, my mind just erupted
Sound Thee Alarm is about a eses dying in fights in the prison yard.
Down from the skies came this Harpy's eagle that sent out on a mission to contemplate some evil. Conejo engages in a battle for define elimination. He confound everybody to a realm that devastates. He is flawless and his absence so mysterious. Vatos wanna know why his actions are so furious. He doesn’t have time to delay. Or time to disagree. Just time to disengage. He destroys anyone. Enemigas get deleted. His army is deployed. Your varrio is defeated. Evicted and you best to recoil. He is here to reinstate and bring this new order. Sound thee alarm because enemigas wanna ride. Flat line when the pressure was applied.
They say that we're a myth but this myth don't unravel. Vatos get murdered in the middle of the battle. Run fighting alas like the Western flicks. The visions of deception constantly persist. His scriptures engraved in a scroll. Conejo just got a wila from Shady Boy. He's up in Mill Creek 4 yard. And Spanky's up in Corcoran doing a SHU program.
These lyrics explain how Conejo has to protect himself in prison.
These conniving times, I need my daily fix
I start dozing off, I get so sleepy
I keep myself awake cause these vatos wanna stick me
In the shadows, ese welcome to my dreams
Enemigas be crawling all over the area. He see vatos burnin' and fallin'. It's fatal like lava from volcanoes. Your blood then boils to an infinite inferno. Vatos they get smoked in a matter of a tokes. Revelations were foretold so time would only tell. The ordeal in these turbulent shades. Vatos got torcidos when the juras threw a raid. They slayed anyone in their path.
5/5*****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Conejo - Revenge Served Cold album review
Conejo - Revenge Served Cold is a hardcore versatile cold Latin rap album from the streets of Los Angeles, California that went overlooked as much of Latin rap does unless you’re talking about Lil Rob, Cardi B, or Kid Frost. There’s diss songs on the album such as We Like The Yakuza and The Getaway.
We Like The Yakuza was a diss song aimed at Hi-Power Entertainment and Old Town Mafia. For some reason he harbored a grudge against Hi-Power Entertainment and Old-Town Mafia.
Conejo dissed Hi-Power Entertainment and Old-Town Mafia at the beginning on the intro to the song. He called Hi-Power Entertainment and Old Town Mafia “weak ass mothafuckers” and “fake ass fools” who he tells to get the fuck out the mic
[Intro]
Fuck Hi-Power
Fuck Old Town Mafia
Weak ass mothafuckers can't diss
Get the fuck out the mic
Fake ass fools
We like the Yakuza
Mobster shit
Pass me that street sweeper
Fuck these fools
The Getaway was sort of a diss song aimed at CNN (Communist News Network) for their biased liberal reporting on television.
Conejo calls out CNN for being pussies by running off when violence and occurred that needed to be reported by a trusted and respectable news agency. Read these lyrics: “CNN reporters claim a hit parade/Then came raids/They work for nights and days/Everybody got ghost” and “The getaway/After your ass get sprayed/CNN reporters claim a hit parade”
How Many Did I Smoke discusses how many enemies and putos Conejo smoked using his gun to kill them all. Latin gangsta rap at its finest.
Conejo was so high off his own supply. He seen them shooting at him with an MP5. It wasn't his day for a coroners visit. Everything was running smooth until they sent out to kill him. He used the waiter as the shield and he caught some led. Conejo hit him in the eye out the back of his head. The other shooter kept spraying anything in his way. So Conejo took cover by the bar.
Two rookies down. First shell got they asses. Ese got out the back door before shit got hot. He underestimated how this fool's could snitch. He staggered out and jumped in the SS. Slip a clip on the heat like on two way street. Back at the hood. Rolled out the block and hit this fool real strong.
How many did Conejo smoke? He heard the cops swerving. So he left the place. He poured out a bottle as he watches the news. That's how he found out how many caught the blues. He heard the bitches scream. So he left no trace.
Eses gamble with the shit that make you scatter for this LA City product that's very devoted to crime. He stepped on the scene with them gangster rhymes. When it comes to dope, he took his dose and pin pointed his foe’s. He clipped the enemy. He let that cocaine flow. Smoking bomb ass Kush. To the sinners stack guns. A hundred round drum for the selfish ones. Don't try to apprehend the one that's flooding the spot.
Building get packed with drug dealing gang members. Detachable mags and 20 body bags. And everybody knows how CON gets down. I'm talking real shit. Spit a prankster in the club. Lay his bitch ass down.
Like the time he was drunk at a downtown bar. Old school enemies tried to break into his car. He started dumping. Strippers was running. Their titis was bouncing. And fucking bullets was coming from all around from the enemy crowd. Three civilians went down.
5/5*****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Green Eyez - High Blood Pressure album review
Green Eyez - High Blood Pressure is an album from one of Inglewood’s finest rappers named Green Eyez. This album has real gangsta rhymes for real gangsta on these streets. Songs such as Penitentiary Wallz and If You Was Me are songs with a bit of reality rap that deal with the consequences of street life and being a criminal. Some of Inglewood’s finest rappers such as Redrum 781, B Brazy, Lil Hawk, and Squeak Ru make guest appearances on the albums.
Green Eyez explained his status as a ghetto star of Inglewood on the song. He explained what the necessary requirements of a ghetto star also.
The young gangsta Green Eyez is gang affiliated. Soo Woop! He’s known for being unfaded, dog. Love it or hate it. Never perpetrated in this game because he always kept it real. And that's some old true B-Dawgs worldwide can feel. Representin' from Louisiana back to Inglewood. From the Swerve to 92nd Street they puttin' it down. And forever never turnin' his back on the hood. The young active ass killer Green Eyez is the ghetto super star.
A ghetto star has got to be having bank accounts hangin' out, money, houses, pretty women and cars. Only the realest can feel a ghetto star living life in the fast lane. A ghetto star does dirt and lives life illegally.
Penitentiary Wallz explained Green Eyez prison experience. He explained in lengthy summary and detail about his prison experience. Behind these walls there is no pain no gain. There is so much drama behind these walls.
Green Eyez was locked up at Kern Valley State Prison in Delano, California. He was stuck up in the DR Unit. He was a harder young soldier rollin' with the B car with members of the Blood gang.
Now he is in this dirty ass reception center. The word on the street is you got to put it down when you're first enter. So he has a shank dog close by his side. He is ready to ride because he ain't ready to die. Because in the penitentiary dogs like them get caught up in a twist. Green Eyez got the enemies, the Eses (Hispanics) and the po-po's (corrections officers and security guards) in his mix.
Now Green Eyez in this two men cell reminiscing on what the big homies said to him and the others back at the Los Angeles County Jail. Green Eyez was told this by the big homies. “Homie, get your grind on.” “Homie, watch your ass.” “Homie, watch your stash and if one would run up straight smash cause in the system mark-ass gon' test your nuts. Even comin' from the shoulders. Or puttin' something in your guts.”
There's two rules to the game: respect and stay with your own. And never fool step outta the line you got the rights to break his bones. And any dirt you do, keep it on the hush. The first person who has snitched is the first one who will get rushed.
After about a serving a month in Kern Valley State Prison, he is transported to another prison operated by the State of California with more fighting, shootings, more stabbings, and more riots. He just can't take it
Now he is sending his mother a letter home just in case he doesn't get released from prison. There ain't no guarantees of him comin' home.
Many homies got shanked or blasted in the chest. He can't count on one hand all the homies that got at him. Green Eyez held up like a true G. And that's on 92nd Street. He had to do what he had to do. On the yard bangin' and hangin'. Constantly stressed out and always stinkin’. Some days were good but most days were hard. The system ain't no joke. Ain't no matter where you locked up.
Up Jumps the Boogie was the funky boogie song laced with funk and gangsta rap. The concept of this song is similar to Magoo and Timbaland - Up Jumps da Boogie but is driven more by violent gangsta rap than solely relying on just the beats and lyrics.
Notice how the lyrics are slightly altered and changed to fit the gangsta rap format.
[Chorus]
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-ass G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Inglewood be the home of these young-ass G's
Bang bang up jumps the boogie
Rollin' through my hood on all gold D's
Green Eyez was puttin' down in these gangsta rhythms with these lyrics of his. “And go bang-bang-bang, up jumps the boogie/And every nigga from the hood got shootin' skills with the G's to the rookies/Slangin' cookies I came up just that little/But now I'm puttin' down in these gangsta rhythms”
Young Gangsta Green Eyez let loose to put it down for his true niggas and young riders. And Inglewood be the home of these fuckin' West Siders. 80th Street of 94th Street swerve. Homies banged out flamed up red Chucks off the curb. Young ass YG's who love to get active. And bitches on their nuts because it's ready so it's crackin’. But he gives a fuck he will put the homies first because his loved ones go ridin' worst come to worst. And go bang-bang-bang, up jumps the boogie. And every nigga from the hood got shootin' skills with the G's to the rookies. Now Green Eyez was puttin' down in these gangsta rhythms. He’s ready to start puttin' in work. Every nigga he kicked with is a real Inglewood and B-Dawg. The 92's, 80's and 77’s.
4/5****!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Macc Lads - Bitter, Fit Crack album review
Macc Lads - Bitter, Fit Crack is another eccentric provocative loud punk rock album fueled off fun times, getting drunk, and chasing skirts. This is not one of those posh albums either. Alcoholism is a theme on this album as is the case on all their albums. Chavs can’t get with this.
Julie the Schooly is about a promiscuous school girl (schooly) named Julie that has rebellious and wild behavior.
Julie was a schooly (school girl) who she said she came from Stoke. If you help her with her homework, she'll let you have a grope of her body parts. She wears her knickers round her ankles. Her knickers always full of stains. She'll swop a knuckle shuffle for a note to get off games.
But you can't take her down the pub because she's a bit of a hound. You can't order lemonade when you're buying a round. She leaves the upper fourth at a quarter to 4. She can bind likе a whore. She can talk to your pork. And she bangs likе a shithouse door when the plague's in town.
Uncle Knobby is a totally crude song about a pedophile named Uncle Knobby who hang around primary schools to attract children to have sex with him. Basically he is an all around pervert. There is also the disturbing element of bestiality in the song too.
His name is Uncle Knobby. Uncle Knobby is a pedophile hang around primary schools. He is always totally nude underneath his raincoat He shows off his navel fluff collection to lots of fully-clothed men and boys. Then he gets a full erection.
Uncle Knobby hides in the bushes. He introduces his penis to hamsters, gerbils and mice. He likes to read Fiesta and peek at the reader's wives. The reason he keeps taking pictures of boys and sniffing bicycle seats is because he is a pedophile.
Al O’Peesha is about a sleazy man named Al O’Peesha who is a chronic masturbator.
Al O’Peesha works in a bank from 9 AM to 5 PM. Then he goes for a wank and a sneaky hand jive. He's bald as a coot because he plays pink flute. He’s a slap-head and a baldy. He's right down to the wood. He won't get herpes in his hairpiece since he can't pull fluff. The Macc Lads call him a fairy, rear admiral, and poof. He drinks Dubonnet. He's happily married to his left and right hands meaning that he is a chronic masturbator.
He's the one with the shiny pate and flogs his bishop but never ever copulates. His hair falls out whеn he masturbates. Duncan Goodhew's a vеry good mate. He was thinner than Yul Brynner and smoother than Kojack. But he supped somebody's bitter and his thatch grew back. Now there's fanny all around him. He’s always pulling crack. But he used to be a ginger and the new bit of hair that has grown back black.
Barrel’s Round is a song about getting drunk off beer. Charlie's chatting up a barmaid and Beater's puking in the street. Charlie couldn't pull a muscle and she gave one of the members of Macc Lads crabs the other week. They get the ale in, swill it down, and have a drink in every pub in town. Half past 10 it’s Barrel's Round. Macc Lads want more beer. All the lads are cheering. Get the fucking beer in! They’ve got Boddies in our veins. They’ll outdrink anybody. Then they’ll go and do it all again.
4/5****!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Randy Prozac - A Clownworld Orange album review
Randy Prozac - A Clownworld Orange is a bizarre pop album with outlandish and offensive humor considered to be offensive to many. This work is comparative to the likes of Triumph The Insult Comic Dog and Spike Jones but is even more offensive. Politically incorrect is one term to describe the album. The album was written from a right wingers perspective on American politics and life in general. Right wingers will enjoy this album.
Randy Prozac pokes fun at Islamic culture on his song called I Am The Ayatollah. In this song Randy plays the role of an Ayatollah which is a religious leader among Muslims. This song is totally fucked up and immoral.
Randy Prozac is the ayatollah. In your bed he is a rock-hard mullah in Islamic theology and sacred law. He’ll temporarily marry your daughter because at that age they don't get any hotter. Her father happily agrees. Off goes the hijab and down on her knees. Children are not permitted to enter the front door until they're 9 years old and this female child Randy Prozac marries is just 4 years old.
He is the imam with the knife on her clit. A reference to female circumcision which is commonly practiced in the Islam religion. Now is the time to ride his rocking horse. Filling the child with his vital force. Smelling her blood beneath the sheet. Under the moon you can hear them crying. The ayatollah is doing some thighing.
The children cry when they see Randy Prozac. He has sex with them without mercy. 4 years old can be a little rough. 72 virgins is not enough.Randy Prozac is the ayatollah. Prostrate before the master. Car bombs and hezbollah. Lice beard of Zoroaster.Tonight is their honeymoon as he performs his holy duty by sodomizing the child of the rune. He is your spiritual pillory. Coveting forbidden bacon. So soft and slippery.
His juices spill onto the floor. Breaking the calf in squeals of terror. He is the imam of intercourse. Tonight's the night and she is hid bride. Advanced syphilis is eating his mind. Creepy crawling all up inside. She’s only 4 and he’s 87. On earth as it is in heaven.
Randy assumes the position of power as he desecrates the innocent flower. Her father hears all her precious screams permeating his dreams. Sodomizing the child of the rune. His head's exploding inside your turban. Fertilizing your sacred garden.
Women Have Penises Too pokes fun at LGBTQ rights in a satirical manner. Clearly Randy was influenced by the song Your Favorite Martian - Bitch Got A Penis when he wrote and recorded this song. He also pokes fun at the religion of Islam again in this song as he does with many of his other songs.
Women have penises too. No more nazi white men. The patriarchy's come to an end. Intersectional diversity for all the Muslims and LGBTQ community.
They say, “my body, my choice, my rights” Abortion screamed inside and then died. Women have penises too and soon they'll be inside you. Penises of color will bash the fash as the patriarchy takes it up the ass. These lyrics show that the patriarchy is losing power. “Penises of color will bash the fash/As the patriarchy takes it up the ass” Feminism embracing Islam. 1984 on the animal farm.
Randy calls out the news media for being ultimately politically biased on the song called Dab On The Gas Chambers. Randy claims that Hollywood is a monster that's poisoning the minds of American people. Its communist tentacles have undermined the American people.
Divide and conquer, right CNN? Keeps giving us the facial with the infant foreskin. MSNBC keeps re-tweeting “orange man bad”. And all of Randy’s favorite shows have been co-opted by GLAAD. They're signing the compacts of Helter Skelter. I think it's time to commit fork in toaster. Suicide.
Hollywood's a monster that's poisoning the minds of American people. Its communist tentacles have undermined. American culture has been thrown into the garbage can. Flip the channel to see the decline of modern man. Gaslit Frankfurtian brainwashing. Double-plus'd with tavistock conditioning. Tolerance is the dildo that's being greased as you're sucked underneath the truck of peace.
BPA creating waves of trannies and low-T soyboy's in anime panties whose gender doesn't match what's on the outside because their Uber order's missing the french fries. Hurry up and learn that Cantonese because they won't respect your mental disease. Staring at a wall. Confined and confused with 10k rounds just begging to be used.
Hollywood's a monster that's poisoning your mind
Its communist tentacles have undermined
Your culture's been thrown into the garbage can
Flip the channel to decline of modern man
The Silence Of The Imams is Silence Of The Lambs but with Islam hence the Islamic themes. Randy calls out Islamic culture for having such cruel and unusual ways known to mankind. Randy also pokes fun at the religion of Islam again in this song as he does with many of his other songs unsurprisingly. Another thing Randy does is mock the prophet Mohamed.
Randy just got back from stoning a whore. She accused him of rape but not anymore. Imam botched his circumcision. Randy expresses his botched circumcision through acts of his terrorism. That’s why he is going on a hijrah and why he is coming to your town. No one can stop the Sharia smackdown. ISIS for life. Al Qaeda since birth. Soon ISIS and Al Qaeda will dominate the entire planet Earth. Jihad by zakat. Jihad by blood. Your culture's gone. Down in a multiculti flood. The kalergi boats are rocking and they're heading for your lands on the globalism altar. You're the sacrificial lambs.
No freedom of speech. No freedom of expression.No freedom of the press. No equality before the law. No coexistence. No resistance. No defense.
Mohamed on the left and Mohamed on the right. Mohamed from behind when Mohamed is with your wife. Mohamed's in a row lined up down the hall waiting his turn for spaghetti and meatballs with the 12 year old girl passed out like a doll. He fed her with pills and some grain alcohol. The ram of Allah in the little butterball. Rupturing the uterine wall.
Rape is cool when done by Abdul. And Inshallah, he’ll pound you like a mule. When he is done he’ll take you back to the shop, grind up your body, and sell it as kebab.
Jihad in your bed. Jihad in your mouth. Caliphate is coming and you're quiet as a mouse. Mohamed pumping forward and Mohamed pumping back. As the country’s innards were oozing out of the crack.
These lyrics show how fashionable and acceptable rape is Islamic culture.
Rape is cool when done by Abdul
And inshallah, I’ll pound you like a mule
When I’m done I’ll take you back to the shop
And grind up your body and I’ll sell it as kebab
4/5****!!
No comments:
Post a Comment