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CrunKed ViZion

by Ze Gran Zeft

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Cyril Glaume
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Cyril Glaume Du Rap Metal aussi agressif qu’accrocheur baignant dans une sauce Electro ultra grasse. C’est la formule de CrunKed ViZion, très proche de l’EP jumeau Watch The Crown, mais poussant encore un poil plus loin la Fusion des genres du côté des musiques électroniques. Ainsi que le niveau d'agression...

Pour en savoir plus: www.coreandco.fr/chroniques/ze-gran-zeft-crunked-vizion-7551.html Favorite track: Zumbagawa (NANANANA).
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[Chorus] All the people in the front gotta make ya feet stomp ya say ? Zumbagawa Nanana ! All the people in the back gotta make ya head whack ya say ? Zumbagawa Nanana ! And all the boyz in da hood, grab a girl it's all good baby ! Zumbagawa Nanana ! And now we tear da roof off, till we hit the shit rough From the meany groove of Zumbagawa Nanana ! [Verse #1] Sat down in my throne, playin with my people Bangin bitches all along, Lookin through the peep-hole to see what is goin on No matter the weather, get around with anyone, Lust in an art for an epicurean. And what if we got naked all together, shall we ? What if we got wicked all forever, show me ? [Chorus] Zumbagawa Nanana! [Verse #2] I'm da masta of my sack Gyals hide on my back The Lieutenant of my mojo my dick is a torpedo Messin wit my junk, smellin the skunk Head in da trunk, you praise we debunk Rockin' & Fuckin' & Shockin' & Shakin' & Movin' & Doin' Whut motherfuckers beg for Rockin' in, Fuckin' in, Shockin' in, Shakin' in, Movin' in & Doin' Bang in it, Boom in it, Play in it, Strokin' it, Smokin' it RAW! [Bridge] Push it up, Higher push it Getcha way stronger Mash it up Lower mash it Betcha play harder Wit dy gyal Kyan dweet Fi a mek dem lower Yuh di ryal Gyalis ryal Lak en call you louder 2-3-1, we aint got the change We jus make it strange For y'all groupies out there From the L to the A, We get laid wit anybody Annie you ok, This is the only thing we can bear Push it up, high push it, push it up higher Mash it up, low mash it, mash it up lower
[Verse #1] The story of a son of a bitch Who never knew his mom Pretends he never had been ditched But don't know where he's from. He deals with anyone for treats His gait is raw home grown He thinks he fuckin rules da streets Just when I come alone. He got one chance Facing the circumstance I won't go that down To embrace the motherfucker of disdain My way seems too tricky To feed and heal the hopeless And my hand, Big enough to catch Small enough to clench. [Pre Chorus] So startin'... A new quarrel with me Like if I begged for This motherfucker will be Another dirty whore! Another fuck up for free A chav who craved for Some kinda contact with me Like I was hangin' around... [Chorus] [Verse #2] So baby wanted to play daddy Just cuz he thought I was done He tried to fuckin tread on me But gave the dog a bone I hardly smashed his mouth And went to hit the wall Another fuck up goin south Another head in the fall Among the wise and wicked Abides an ol'whack head Obsessed by the golden tread He has never had Nothin' to fuck wit the shit you jus spit So don't hold your breath Cuz you're gonna join death! [Pre Chorus] So this is... A new quarrel with me Like if I begged for This motherfucker will be Another dirty whore! Another broke up for free A chav who craved for Some kinda contact with me, Like I was hangin' around... [Chorus] If I got dat shit, to make this meany motherfucker quit Then I cud Stand alone, upon my pimped out throne If I got dat shit, to make those meany motherfuckers quit Then I cud, Rule the stools, like an Icon for the fools [Bridge]
Chega ! 03:08
[Verse #1] Huh huh ? Yeah.. Still stickin up, my hoarse voice scats Hoochie, dutchie, what a freak party No more smoochies, now I breeze, at ease, When I do it 'Han Han', raw shit 'Han Han' And then I stir it 'Han Han' Really willy pussy already commit it A pretty commitee at da prettiest spree 'Han Han' I'm playin on a sure shot, Oh la la, dat's my tralala I'm obscene when I get ya in a place ya wanna lala Fucked up in the head I remain a bad motherfucker! [Pre chorus] Don't fuck up my plan, The piece of the flan I want it! A fang in the brain Oh! (x2) And tha vicious remains! [Chorus] All the dirty In my body Got me scuffin my throat Sayin Oh! chega! (x2) [Verse #2] You lot! Hear me now! Introducin' da fresh style of us dilly dally boyz! Put it in, put it outta Pernamy namy namy Booty betty bumpin in a hard body body body Buddy boy bun bam boom! Killin' many many Mi nah boomatang a fi Pickneys, pick up tha shitnitz Jus when I skit spit Right upon da shit sprit Then a fitty felly spreadin' fully Her fat fanny fannin' out And fillin' up on sum koochie Right (Right) upon da floor (floor), See me get raw wit my southpaw smile! [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]
If I Were 03:40
[Verse #1] There is a ready to wear Like there's a ready to eat And then a ready to shit I'm pretty sure, I cud swear That there's a ready to think To make motherfuckers skit And I'm about to try another stuff Ready to be worn, sir For some reasons I have needed this If I were another fool I'd hardly try to reach it My aim, in life summed up to a grabastic Mix of nothing Tried to grab my tail with my dick... [Chorus] If my mom got some... I wud fuckin call her dad [Verse #2] And if I, if I, if I w-w-w-were Another guy, well M-m-m-maybe I could have Many many much more than my bag can hold Maybe I cud kill that cravin Or just let it unfold.. [Chorus] Razzle dazzle shit! Gent bent gimme a break come on Jus dig deeper and work yuh body Work it out! Razzle dazzle shit! Gent bent gimme a break come on You lay low, go motherfucker Work it out! [Verse #3] If my mom got ones I'd fuckin call her dad 'If-Is' picked up per tons A life passed all shit-clad From the cheek to the palm There's only one thin line A wake up call like a bomb Too many smacks decline Admitin' that I've tossed what I stirred, Embracin' is just a meany upper But the shit sticks on the soles! I don't think less of this pack of turd The hubris is da new breath of the spoiled ass The futility tolls! [Bridge]
[Verse #1] Fat belly blubba wrigglin like a worm Eatin's like ya middle name Cud even invent the term Got a fat belt, and can't fasten it It's flattened here! You took a nap onto ya chap And now he's croakin'! And I know, and I know, and I know It's hard for you to swallow your neighbors are cruel And tha shit seems to follow. They watch you and insult you, what you've been through They mock you till' you fuck dem, fuck 'em up boo! [Pre-Chorus] Yeah! T-tons of raw bitches! Yeah! Smash hard pon' da silly fitty booty blah! Yeah! T-tons of raw bitches! Yeah! Smash hard pon' da silly fitty booty, booty, booty blah! [Verse #2] The birds are mockin, They worship the template Everyone is just a coarse hint, Like a whale in a corset But supa fitty bitch Shitty skirt performer ain't no tight, When she shakes her rumpa full of cellulite! You so mean in ya clean jeans Ya make me dreamin! Never take it off Your legs will turn into a crime scene! You thought I cud only care for a nice pair of eyes? But I don't fuck da snobby shit Comin' straight from the pigsties! [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] Do I eat this? Tomorrow...


released December 31, 2013


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