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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

KCLMNOP - Ta Yeule (full album)





KC LMNOP - Ta Yeul (1996)



KC L.M.N.O.P.  Ta Yeul (album)  #PMRC PunkMetalRap.com

KC L.M.N.O.P.  Ta Yeul (album)  #PMRC PunkMetalRap.com



To all my PunkMetalRap heads, here below is the very first Gangsta Rap album in French from Quebec, Canada.
You don't need to understand to appreciate his music.

KC L.M.N.O.P. - Ta Yeul (Full Album) (1996) 


01 - Introduction
02 - Ta Yeul Vie Ta Vie Et Reste En Vie
03 - Yé Où Ton Album Le Bum
04 - Le Stress Me Mange Comme Une Biuatch
05 - Shout Out
06 - Cois Kool Avec Moi
07 - Dédicaces Et Remerciements
08 - C'est La Chasse O Trésor Mon Trésor
09 - Queen Sister
10 - Chrystianne B.
11 - Créez Votre Indépendance
12 - Si Lire Ct'intellectuel Écrire Doit Etre Essentiel
13 - La France Est Stylée Et Les Biuatch Violent
14 - Ta Yeul Yé Temps Kon Dise Ta Yeul O Grandes Yeul!
15 - Assassinat De KC L.M.N.O.P.
16 - Foglia Oups!
17 - Suicide A Montréal
18 - Jean-Luc Mongrain
19 - J'veux Pas M'réveiller J'veux Dormir
20 - Comme Ca Tu Veux Un Gun Tu Trouves Ca L'fun!
21 - Queen Sister
22 - 69.3 FM En Direct De Bordeaux
23 - Kool 'E'
24 - Maximun Bad Boy
25 - Jing-O-Bell
26 - Queen Sister
27 - Ski Mérite D'être Fait
28 - Queen Sister Et Denis Talbot
29 - Toi, Moi, C'est Qui L'prochain
30 - Conclusion, Don't Walk The Walk If U Can't Talk The Talk



Bien qu'il se dit rappeur pacifiste, il fait du pure Gangsta Rap version Québec. Parlant d'Argent, de violence, de cul, anti-police, anti-église, anti-gouvernement, dénoncant le racisme, l'injustice et parlant de la vie des minorités à Montréal... avec des coups de feu, beaucoup de coups de feu. Un album digne du Gangsta Rap Américain de l'époque 1995-1996.


















KC L.M.N.O.P.  Ta Yeul encore. #PMRC PunkMetalRap.com


Son nom KC L.M.N.O.P. veut dire Londres Montréal New York Ou Paris ou encore KC Look My Nigga Overcomes Politics pour ensuite devenir ZOOYORKY NARUTO THEREELROCK.

Métis, mi-noir mi-blanc, KC L.M.N.O.P., de son vrai nom, Joseph Claude-François Simard, vient de la Rive-Sud de Montréal, Québec, Canada.

Avant d'être un rappeur, KC L.M.N.O.P. était l'animateur de l'émission Rap Cité à Musique Plus.


KC LMNOP animateur de l'émission Rap Cité à Musique Plus. #PMRC PunkMetalRap.com
Look and attitude, KC L.M.N.O.P. alors qu'il animait l'émission 'Rap City' à Musique Plus.


Mais sa carrière de rappeur a pris fin après un incident qui, aux États-Unis, aurait propulsé sa carrière plutôt que la détruire.





La plaignante de 19 ans prétends que le 12 décembre 1995, KC LMNOP l'a ammené dans sa résidence à Mont Saint-Hilaire. Sur place, l'accusé aurait exhibé des armes et tiré des coups de feu dans le mur du sous-sol pour impressionner la jeune fille. Pour ensuite lui dire: "Tu as trois solutions: la première, je te tire une balle dans la tête. La deuxième: je te mets dehors en sous-vêtements et je te tire une balle dans la tête après. La troisième: tu passes dans le lit et après tu vas faire de la prostitution sur Sainte-Catherine pour moi."

Gunshots and pimpin'!!! Y a pas plus Gangsta que ca!

Plus de deux ans plus tard, en février 1998, KC LMNOP est reconnu coupable d'agression sexuelle armée et d'incitation à la prostitution. Il est important de mentionné que le juge a tenu compte des paroles de son album pour rendre son verdict de culpabilité.

Alors agé de 29 ans, KC LMNOP purgera une peine de 4.5 ans de prison. Ouch!

Street cred in the USA, but not good in Quebec!



EN VENTE SUR AMAZON.CA


Après sa sortie de prison et d'autres démêlés avec la justice, le tout premier Gangsta Rapper du Québec, KC LMNOP, est dorénavant un Don Quichotte qui vit 25 ans en arrière toujours en gué-guerre contre Pierre Marchand qui l'a mis dehord de Musique Plus il y a 25 ans hi ha et contre le juge qui l'a envoyé en prison il y a presque 25 ans. 


Voici sa chaîne YouTube qui lui sert a cracher son amertume et a poursuivre son combat contre le passé...
https://www.youtube.com/user/KCLMNOPQUEBEC/



J'aimerais beaucoup avoir les commentaires de KC LMNOP, le gangsta rappeur articulé et charismatique, au bas de mon article. Francois Simard, le "prisonnier politique" ne m'intéresse pas.


Sources et liens:
http://plus.wikimonde.com/wiki/KC_L.M.N.O.P.
http://fallait.blogspot.com/2008/04/kclmnop-de-hro-zro.html
https://kapoislamort.com/2019/04/01/que-fait-le-legendaire-kc-lmnop-ces-temps-ci/




Friday, April 10, 2020

L7 as Camel Lips in 'Serial Mom' 1993

L7 as Camel Lips in 'Serial Mom' 1993. PunkMetalRap.com











L7 (aka Camel Lips) - Gas Chamber

Lyrics
Blindfold me and hang me high
Lethal injection, watch me fry

I won't flinch and I won't break a sweat
When I taste the cyanide gas, gas, gas

Only way you're gonna shut me up
Only way you're gonna shut me up

That's like playing with no mask
Wish your mouth weren't cotton dry
Gas Chamber

Watch me riddle him through the glass
Smiling as I sip the last gas
Justifiable homicide
Almond blossom-scented cyanide
Gas chamber

Only way you think you'll keep me down
Only way you think you'll keep me down
Gas chamber

Only way you think you'll keep me down
Only way you think you'll keep me down
Gas chamber, gas chamber

Your god says thou shalt not kill
But here you are droppin' the pill
Legal system- what a sham
Flying colors on the final exam
Gas chamber

Only way you're gonna shut me up
Only way you're gonna shut me up
Gas Chamber

Only way you're gonna shut me up
Only way you're gonna shut me up
Gas chamber, gas chamber

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Suzanne Gardner / Donita J Sparks / John Waters
Gas Chamber lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management





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Monday, April 6, 2020

Ice-T - New Jack Hustler (video & lyrics)





Ice-T - New Jack Hustler

Lyrics
Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long,
Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone.
Got my block sewn, armored dope spots,
Last thing I sweat's a sucka punk cop.
Move like a king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, bang, another nigga drops.
You gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Cash money ain't never gonna play out.
I got nothin to lose, much to gain,
In my brain, I got a capitalist migraine.
I gotta get paid tonight, you muthafuckin right.
[something] my grip, check my bitch, keep my game tight.
So many hos on my jock, think I'm a movie star.
Nineteen, I got a fifty thousand dollar car.
Go to school, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the cap on the Moet.
Cause I don't want to hear that crap,
Why? I'd rather be a New Jack-----Hustler

Hustler
Hustler
Hustler
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler

Yo man you know what I'm sayin?
You got it goin on my man, I like how it's goin down.
You got the fly cars, the girls, the jewels.
Look at that ring right there,
I know it's real, it's gotta be real.
Man, you the flyest nigga I seen in my life!
Yo man, I just want to roll with you man,
How can I be down?

What's up? You say you want to be down?
Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down.
Out my face, fool I'm the illest,
Bulletproof, I die harder than Bruce Willis.
Got my crew in effect, I bought em new Jags,
So much cash, gotta keep it in Hefty bags.
All I think about is keys and Gs
Imagine that, me workin at Mickey D's (ha ha ha ha).
That's a joke cause I'm never gonna be broke,
When I die there'll be bullets and gunsmoke.
Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you!
I'm rollin with the New Jack crew.
And I'm a hustler.

H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler
New Jack, New Jack..........

Here I come, so you better break North,
As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth.
I care nothing bout you, and that's evident.
All I love's my dope and dead presidents.
Sound crazy? Well it isn't.
The ends justifies the means, that's the system.
I learned that in school then I dropped out,
Hit the streets, checked a grip, and now I got clout.
I had nothing, and I wanted it.
You had everything, and you flaunted it.
Turned the needy into the greedy,
With cocaine, my success came speedy.
Got me twisted, jammed into a paradox.
Every dollar I get, another brother drops.
Maybe that's the plan, and I don't understand,
God damn----you got me sinkin in quicksand.
But since I don't know, and I ain't never learned,
I gotta get paid, I got money to earn.
With my posse, out on the ave,
Bump my sounds, crack a forty and laugh.
Cool out and watch my new Benz gleam,
Is this a nightmare? Or the American dream?
So think twice if you're coming down my block,
You want to journey through hell? Well shit gets hot.
Pregnant teens, children's screams,
Life is weighed on the scales of a triple beam.
You don't come here much, and ya better not.
Wrong move (bang), ambulance cot.
I gotta get more money than you got,
So what, if some muthafucka gets shot?
That's how the game is played,
Another brother slayed, the wound is deep
BUT they're givin us a Band Aid.
My education's low but I got long dough,
Raised like a pit bull, my heart pumps nitro.
Sleep on silk, lie like a politician,
My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician.
Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe,
There'll be another one after me!
A hustler.
Hustler.
H-you-S-T-L-E-are hustler.

New Jack, New Jack......

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tracy Lauren Marrow (Ice-T) / Alphonso Henderson
New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme) lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Reach Music Publishing



Ice-T O.G. Original Gangster album cover.  PunkMetalRap.com




OG Original Gangster T-shirt. PunkMetalRap.com
O.G. Original Gangster T-shirt and hat
available in Red or Blue if you know what I mean.

Ice-T - O.G. Original Gangster (video, lyrics & t-shirt)







O.G. Original Gangster
Ice-T

Ten years ago
I used to listen to rappers flow
Talkin' bout the way
They rocked the mic at the disco
I liked how that shit was goin' down
With my own sound
So I tried to write rhymes
Somethin' like them, my boys said,
"That ain't you Ice,

That shit sounds like them."
So I sat back, thought up a new track
Didn'T fantasize, kicked the pure
Facts. Motherfuckers got scared
Cause they weas unprepaired
who would tell it how it relly was?
Who dared?
A motherfucker from the West Coast
L.A. South Central fool
Where the Crips and the Bloods play
When I wrote about parties
It didn't fit
Six in the Mornin'
That was the real shit

O.G. Original Gangster

When I wrote about parties
Someone always died
When I tried to write happy
Yo I knew I lied, I lived a life of crime
Why play ya blind?
A simple look
and anyone with two cents
would know I'm
A hardcore player fromhe streets
Rappin' bout hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
a little different
Than the average though
Jet you through the fast lane
Drop ya on death row
Cause anybody who's been there
Knows that life ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with my style
Sometimes I'm ill
The other times buck wild
But the science is always there
I'd be a true sucker
If I acted like I didn'T care
I rap for brothers just like myself
Dazed by the game
In a quest for extreme wealth
But I kick it to you hard and real
One wrong move, and you caps peeled
I ain't no super hero
I ain't no Marvel Comic
But when it comes to game I'm atomic
At droppin' it straight
Point blank and untwisted
No imagination needed, cause I lived it
This ain't no fuckin' joke
This shit is real to me
I'm Ice-T

O.G.

Two weeks ago I was out at the disco
Two brothers stepped up to me
And said
"Hey yo, Ice
We don't think you're down
What set ya claimin'?"
E drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin'!
Dumb motherfucker
Try to roll on me, please!
I'm protected by a thousand emcees
and hoodlums and hustlers
And bangers with Jeri curls
we won't even count the girls
Cause they got my back
And I got theirs too
Fight for the streets
When I'm on Oprah or Donahue
They try to sweat a nigga
But they just didn'T figure
What my wit's as quick as a hair trigger
"He's not your everyday-type
Prankster."

I'm Ice-T, the original gangster

So step to me
If you think that you're ready to
Got on your bullet proof?
Well mine's goin' right through
This ain't no game to me
It's hollow fame to me
Without respect frome streets
So I don't claim be
The hardest motherfucker on earth
Catch me slippin, I can even get worked
But I don'T slip that often
there's a coffin
Waitin' for the brother
Who comes off soft when
The real fuckin' shit goes down
Take a look around
all them pussies can be found
they talk a mean fight
But fight like hoes
I'm from South Central, fool
Where everything goes
Snatch you out your car so fast
You'll get whiplash
Numbers on your roof top
For when the copters pass
Gang bangers
Don't carry no switch blades
Every kid's got a Tec 9 or a
Hand grenade
Thirty-seven killed
Last week in a crack war

Hostges tied up
And shot in a liquor store
Nobody gives a fuck
"The children have to go to school."
Well, moms, good luck
Cause the shit's fucked up bad
I use my pad and pen
And my lyrics break out mad
I try to write about fun
andthe goodtimes
But the pen yanks away and explodes
And destroys the rhyme
Maybe it's just cause of where I'm from
L.A. that was a shot gun!

O.G. Original Gangster

Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tracy Marrow (Ice-T)
O.G. Original Gangster lyrics © Reach Music Publishing




Ice-T O.G. Original Gangster album cover.  PunkMetalRap.com





OG Original Gangster T-shirt. PunkMetalRap.com
O.G. Original Gangster T-shirt and hat
available in Red or Blue if you know what I mean.



Saturday, January 19, 2013

Combat 84 - Right to choose

Combat 84 - Right to choose


Just like Rapist, Right to Choose is another Combat 84 song that spark criticism from the leftist assholes. Right to Choose is a song that supported nuclear weapons and criticized the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament (CND) and reds.



COMBAT 84 - Right to Choose (lyrics)

Right to choose
The end of the world is coming in two
We are ready to fight are you?
When you're on your knees with a gun to your head
It's better to be dead than fucking red

We have the right, the right to choose
We want defence and we want the cruise
They gave their lives and they bled
Remember the falklands, don't forget our dead

The right to choose, we want the cruise


Bigger and better bombs

The right to choose, we want the cruise


The end of the world is coming in two
We are ready to fight are you?
When you're on your knees with a gun to your head
It's better to be dead than fucking red

The right to choose, we want the cruise

They gave their lives and they bled
Remember the falklands, don't forget our dead
The end of the world is coming in two
We are ready to fight are you?

 

Combat 84 - We're Back + Rapist

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