sert ve güzel içki...

iki haftadır ara ara soğuk su ile yumuşatıp içtikçe içtiğim boğma rakı... hacmeni kaç belli değil ama fena çarpıp yamultuyor dudak uyuşturuyor. amcanın dedenin şaraplarını tırtıklarken domaşno'ya pek bulaşmazdım fakat şimdi favorilerimdendir muhabbeti de güzeldir...

bence kışın daha bir güzel olan gemlik'e bağlı yazlık belde...
kışın neden mi güzel derseniz sessiz sakin oluşu ve yağmur ile beraber yeşilin tüm tonlarını görebiliyor olmanız havası ike resmen büyülüyor fırsat buldukça kışın soluğu orada alıyorum... umarım diğer beldeler gibi kalabalığa boğulmaz da bir nefeslik yerimiz olur...

başlığı görünce ilk aklıma gelen yabancı bir ülkede ki bir babanın yaptığı düğün diye düşündüm. helal olsun abimem kocaman yüreğine kocaman güzellikler sığdırmış ellerinden öperiz...

dans ederken değişik triplere giren, tamamen farklı bir tarzının olduğunu düşündüğüm trapstar

(bkz: money trees)

kendrick lamar'ın farkına ikinci albümünün aldığı övgülerden bahsedilirken vardım... ben ki sıkı bir 2pac, biggie, eazy-e, dr. dre hayranıyım ve bu adam bu saydığım isimleri idol bellemiş dr.dre ile bu albümde çalışmış olmasına rağmen nasıl gözden kaçırmışım şaşırdım... dinlemeye ikinci albümünden değilde yine aynı övgülere mazhar olmuş rap dünyasına ilk adımı olan ilk albümü good kid: m.a.a.d city' den başlamak istedim, sindire sindire de dinlemiş olarak yorumum bu adam çok sağlam, albüm çok sağlam... ikinci albümü hala dinlemedim çünkü good kid: m.a.a.d city tabiri caiz ise hala beni tokatlamaya devam ediyor... tüm parçaları güzel, bazı parçaları ise kendi içinde sound ve tarz olarak ikiye bölünüyor... örnek m.a.a.d city parçası ikinci yarısında 80'ler gangsta rap'a bağlıyor... good kid: m.a.a.d city 2012 albümünü biraz daha bünyeye aldıktan sonra ikinci doz olarak To Pimp a Butterfly albümüne geçeceğim. ya bish

kendrick lamar Good kid: m.a.a.d city albüme ismini veren lokomotif parçadan biri... şarkı iki bölümden oluşuyor, ilk bölüm günümüz sound alt yapısında fakat ikinci bölüm bir tırtılın kozadan çıkıp kelebeğe dönüşmesi gibi tamamen farklı bir formata bürünüyor direkt olarak 80'ler gangsta rap'a bağlıyor sağlam verse, sağlam sound, eski tat, f**k you motha f**kka geçiş yapıyor...

man down. where you from, nigga
fuck who you know, where you from my nigga
where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga
this m.a.a.d city I run, my nigga m.a.a.d city...

"m.A.A.d City"
(feat. Mc Eiht
[Intro:]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q:]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook:]
"Man down. Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

[Verse 1:]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was me, O-Boogy, Yaya, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand, where *censored* hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was looking at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pack to stand on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up?
You fucking punk, picking up the fucking pump
Picking off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets coming from
AK's, AR's, "aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said when we was eating that free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV's on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city

[Hook:]
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga."

[Bridge:]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q:]
"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[MC Eiht:]
Wake yo punk ass up!
It ain't nothing but a Compton thang
Chyea
Real simple and plain
I'm a teach you some lessons about the street
It ain't nothing but a Compton thang
Chyea
How we do

[Verse 2:]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made a legion then made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice

[Mc Eiht:]
Cocaine, weed
Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt nakeds
Dip
Make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time's crooked and shit
Block a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton
I'm still in the hood
Loc yeah that's cool
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV's with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
Mount up regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand's where motherfuckers stand

[Kendrick Lamar:]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I'm mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
And the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what

[Skit]

Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish
Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up, ya bish
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook:]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel, now, now
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel, now
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel, now
A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel, now

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 at the school
You know big ballin with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality we poor, ya bish
Another casualty at war, ya bish
Two bullets in my uncle tony head
He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish
That Louie's Burger never be the same
A louis belt will never ease that pain
But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin'
Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gone crash it when nobodies home

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Anna Wise]
Be the last one out to get this dough?, No Way
Love one of you bucket headed hoes?, No Way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No Way
Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood
Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good
Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree...

adamı yıka yıka söyler bu şarkıyı müslüm baba, ruhun yıkılır boylu boyunca, asosyallerin marşıdır... ruhun şad olsun müslüm baba....
(bkz: unutamadım)
(bkz: küskünüm)
(bkz: günahkar oldum)
(bkz: unutursun diye)

konusu ve oyunculukları ile ilgimi çekmiş 2014 FX yapımı güzel bir dizi... ufak tefek göz tırmalayıcı sahneleri dışında diktatörlük ile demir yumrukla yönetilen bir ülkenin iç işlerini diktanın ne kadar acımasız veya zalim olabileceğini net olmasa yakın bir gerçeklikte görmenizi sağlıyor... ben tuttum bu diziyi, ayrıca yakın tarihte yaşanan arap baharının gerçek dikta ismleri de ara sıra örnekleme amaçlı dizide yer alıyor. diktatör yönetim ve diktaya baş kaldıran halk ilginizi çekiyorsa tavsiye ederim...

derya'sı için (bkz: soundclick)

masal degil gerçektir. bu cagda biraz araştırma ve okumayla tarihi gerçekleri gozden kacirmak zor olmasa gerek, arabistanli lawrence diye bir gercek var. masal anlatmaya gerk yok

daft punk random access memories albumunun 3. parcasidir. 9 dk'lik bu parcayi dinlerken sarkinin cesitli dakikalardan itibaren sarkiyi bolmeden kendi icinde hos gecislerle duyabileceginiz 80'ler, 90'lar ve 2000'lerin melodi, ritim ve enstrumanlarini bulabilir kesfedebilirsiniz...

(bkz: la vie d adèle)

doğup büyüdüğüm şehir ve ben eski şehrimi özlüyorum... yeşil şehrimi, sokakları tozlu ama insanların birbiriyle selamlaştığı, saygı gösterdiği, yardımcı olduğu şehrimi, çocukluğumun şehrini özledim... şimdi ki yaşımla 20 sene önceki şehrimde yaşamayı isterdim ama zaman şehrimin lodosu gibi esip geçiyor...

2pac\' ın akraba ve çocukluk arkadaşlarından oluşan, bir çok parçada beraber çalıştığı grubu. isim olarak outlawz, outlaws\' dan yani türkçe\' ye çevirir isek kanun kaçakları, haydutlar anlamından türemiştir. grubun neden bu ismi kullandıklarını anlamak için, grup üyelerinin isimlere* bakmak yeterlidir. Yaki Kadafi (bkz: muammer kaddafi), kastro (bkz: fidel castro), e.d.i mean (bkz: idi amin), hussein fatal (bkz: saddam hüseyin), Napoleon (bkz: napoleon bonaparte), mussolini (bkz: benito mussolini), komani (bkz: ayetullah humeyni)

(bkz: eğlence vergisi)

(bkz: wüstenfuchs)

az önce aldığım sinema biletinde gördüğüm ibare... eğleniyorsan vergisine vereceksin arkadaş diyor devlet baba.
(bkz: vay amk)