In 1996, they signed to "Penalty Records" in a deal with "25 to Life" records (Tragedy Khadafi's label). They were also featured as "Unsigned Hype" in The Source magazine. In 1997, C-N-N released their debut trend-setting album, The War Report. With exquisitely dark tracks crafted by Lord Finesse, Havoc (of Mobb Deep), Clark Kent, and a number of other acclaimed producers, The War Report became an instant classic. The unique chemistry of Noreaga's unorthodox lyrcal delivery combined with Capone's street-wise slang, established the duo as a household name within the Hardcore hip hop community.
After Capone returned from another stint in jail in 1999 the group then released The Reunion featuring the single "Ya'll Don't Wanna". The album struggled to go gold, due to the lack of promotion from Tommy Boy Records, and suffered from mixed reviews. In addition, Capone was sent back to prison right before the release further hurting promotion. Soon after in 2001, Capone-N-Noreaga jumped ship to powerhouse label Def Jam. Because Tommy Boy retained the trademarks to the names "Capone-N-Noreaga" and "Noreaga", the group was forced to shorten its name to C-N-N, and Noreaga was forced to bill himself as N.O.R.E. for his solo work. They recorded a new album in 2003 called The Religion, with a lead single, "Yes Sir", that was issued on mixtapes and promoted by a video. The single failed to make an impact, and the album was shelved.
In early 2005, Def Jam released Capone from his contract while retaining Noreaga, leaving the group's status in disarray. Capone released his debut album "Pain, Time, and Glory", in 2005.
In 2009 the duo reunited to release Channels 10 and has since then released The War Report: Report to War.
Channel 10
Capone-N-Noreaga Lyrics
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Yeah, son, feel it man, word up, son
You gotta just do it, yo
(CNN) Yo, word up, man, it's a different channel, son
Word up, on, man, word up, watch the channel, son
Different plain now, man (it's all good)
Word up, all good, baby, in every hood, son (Queensbridge)
Word up, your hood
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
Word up, for life, son (check)
Word up, son, let them know, though, son
I feel you, man, let 'em know, son
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain (fill a villain)
Cook, I'm about to make a killin' (make a killin')
Some weed to escalate the feelin' (escalate the feelin')
I regulate the dealin', jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I stack my safe appealin' Jake on my trace, I'm peelin'
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin', fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast, what?
One love to hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
Playin' the cuts niggas, what? Can't stop the willy
Cops harassin', niggas blastin' while the day's passin'
Time for action, cock the mac, what a satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug, caught up in the chest, gaspin'
Nigga blanked out, chopped before he start rappin'
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops (y'all, cops, cops, stop, stop)
Word up, son, fucked up, son
Word up, Trag, I know you knew us both, man
But it took the penile for us to click, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, y'all met up North
Know what I'm sayin'?
We had to meet up North in Greens, man
Know what's, know what's real about all this though, right here, that?
What's real about it?
Yo, we, we young, we strive, and we trying to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
Just trying to eat, y'all
Everybody gotta eat, man
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake niggas out here
Niggas ain't bustin' they heat, man, they just frontin', yo
They ain't bustin' they heat, they know who they is (I'm tellin', I'm tellin my)
They know who they is (yo, word is bond)
Yo, CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace catch more beef than Scarface
CNN network channel 10, it's on again
Street niggas, that's grown men
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Yo, crime lace, catch more beef than Scarface
Court case, illegal, my shoelace
Back in '92 (you remember Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie, papi, locked for posse, call up Khadafi
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the fowl mock me
You were late, in jail gate
What, what? What, what?
Them new jacks, comin' through
Scared to death of them jail stories, that's true
You cold weak, live life on the street
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
Discrete, and your cell shook to sleep
I wild out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out
Me personally, what? I did three
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
The opening lines of Channel 10 by Capone-N-Noreaga are essentially an invitation to experience something new, different and unique. The verse opens with an exchange between the two rappers about feeling the moment, letting the emotion flow, and not holding back. The idea that this is a "different channel" sets up the rest of the track as something beyond the ordinary experience. The chorus contains a lot of street jargon, but the core message revolves around implying that the world is a dangerous place where only the strongest, most cunning and brutal will survive.
Throughout the song, Capone-N-Noreaga paint a picture of a world that is not just cold and cruel but also full of opportunities for those who are willing to take risks - ideal risks that are often measured in violence, money, and drugs. The sentiment of the song is one of confidence, combined with a survival instinct that is necessary to make it in the streets. Although there are several complex storylines intertwining over the course of the verses, the overall tone of the song is one of power, aggression, and hustle.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm feelin' this, here
I am really enjoying this situation
Yeah, son, feel it man, word up, son
I totally agree and am experiencing a similar sentiment
You gotta just do it, yo
You need to be proactive and take action
(CNN) Yo, word up, man, it's a different channel, son
This is a new and unique situation we find ourselves in
Word up, on, man, word up, watch the channel, son
Pay attention to what is happening around us
Different plain now, man (it's all good)
Things have changed, but it's alright
Word up, all good, baby, in every hood, son (Queensbridge)
It's all good in every neighborhood, including my own
Word up, your hood
It's all good in your neighborhood as well
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq)
Do you understand what I'm saying? (referring to Iraq)
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
I have left Racine Avenue (rack), but my neighborhood is still important to me
Word up, we gotta rep together, son
We need to represent and support each other
Word up, for life, son (check)
We will support each other for life
Word up, son, let them know, though, son
Tell everyone and make sure they understand
It takes nothin' but a hot slug to fill a villain (fill a villain)
It only takes one bullet to kill someone who is evil
Cook, I'm about to make a killin' (make a killin')
I am about to make a lot of money by selling drugs
Some weed to escalate the feelin' (escalate the feelin')
Smoking weed makes me feel even better
I regulate the dealin', jealous niggas hate the feelin'
I control the drug trade, but others are envious
I stack my safe appealin' Jake on my trace, I'm peelin'
I keep my money safe and avoid any trouble
And what a Mecca had whole fuckin' nation kneelin'
It was a powerful and influential place where many people showed respect
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashin', fuck
Drive carefully and avoid any accidents
My drug passion got a nigga stashin' fast, what?
I quickly stash my drugs to avoid detection
One love to hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
I have respect for people from all walks of life and all over the world
Playin' the cuts niggas, what? Can't stop the willy
I am successful and unstoppable
Cops harassin', niggas blastin' while the day's passin'
Police bother people, and some fight back
Time for action, cock the mac, what a satisfaction
It's time to take action and use a gun, which brings satisfaction
Shoot laughin' slug, caught up in the chest, gaspin'
I shoot someone and find it amusing, while they struggle to breathe
Nigga blanked out, chopped before he start rappin'
The victim dies before they can say anything
Microchips in the celly, the game don't stop (don't stop)
There is advanced technology involved in the drug trade
Tappin' in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Someone can access your bank account remotely
Wanna own a block, before the ball drop (ball drop)
I want to have control over a neighborhood before the New Year arrives
Arab Nazi puttin' hits on the cops
A criminal group called Arab Nazi is hiring people to kill cops
Word up, son, fucked up, son
This situation is bad
Word up, Trag, I know you knew us both, man
I know you are familiar with us both
But it took the penile for us to click, you know what I'm sayin'?
It wasn't until we were locked up together that we became close friends
Yeah, y'all met up North
We met each other while in prison up North
Know what's, know what's real about all this though, right here, that?
Do you know what is true about this situation?
What's real about it?
What is the truth?
Yo, we, we young, we strive, and we trying to eat, know what I'm sayin'?
We are young and trying to make a living
Just trying to eat, y'all
We are just trying to make money and survive
Everybody gotta eat, man
Everyone needs to make a living
God is great, man, 7-3 and 12 jewels
God is great, and we have knowledge and wisdom
Fake niggas? We got a lot of fake niggas out here
There are many people who are not genuine
Niggas ain't bustin' they heat, man, they just frontin', yo
People are not using their guns, they are pretending
They ain't bustin' they heat, they know who they is (I'm tellin', I'm tellin my)
People know they are not using their guns
They know who they is (yo, word is bond)
They know who they are (it's the truth)
Yo, CNN network channel 10, it's on again
CNN is reporting the news once more
Street niggas, that's grown men
People from the streets are grown adults
Boldface got in your face, stay in place
Boldface is confrontational, and you should remain where you are
Yo, crime lace catch more beef than Scarface
The criminal world is more dangerous than in the movie Scarface
CNN network channel 10, it's on again
CNN is still reporting news
Yo, crime lace, catch more beef than Scarface
There is more conflict in the criminal world than in the movie Scarface
Court case, illegal, my shoelace
I have legal issues, and it's as serious as tying my shoelaces
Back in '92 (you remember Juice, son?)
In 1992 (do you remember the movie Juice?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
I purchased a gun and received a life sentence (from the movie Juice)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
A man named Emanuel is in the jail cell next to me which has no heating
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
I was caught with marijuana by a corrupt cop
Fuck the world
I am angry at the world
The way the world cold dissed me
I feel like the world has treated me unfairly
Haile Selassie, papi, locked for posse, call up Khadafi
I reference political leaders and their gangs for protection
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the fowl mock me
I receive a call from a criminal organization called Arab Nazi
You were late, in jail gate
You arrived late and are now in jail
What, what? What, what?
I am asking what happened
Them new jacks, comin' through
New people (often inexperienced) are coming through the system
Scared to death of them jail stories, that's true
People are afraid of going to prison because of the stories they've heard
You cold weak, live life on the street
You are not strong and live a dangerous life on the streets
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga)
You became submissive and weak while in jail
Discrete, and your cell shook to sleep
You are quiet and your cellmate is shaking the bed while sleeping
I wild out, no doubt, 'til the day I'm out
I will always be wild and rebellious
Me personally, what? I did three
I personally served three years in prison
Kid, you weak, your station and P.A.C.
You are weak and not as tough as you pretend to be
Yo, son, but fuck this jail shit, son, tell 'em about the streets, son
Let's talk about what's going on outside of jail instead
Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kiam Holley, Percy Chapman, Robert Hall, Victor Santiago
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Lyrics
[Intro: Noreaga (Capone)]
(I'm feeling this here) Yeah son feel it man word up son. You gotta just do it yo.
(C.N.N.) Yo word up it's a different channel son word up on watch the channel son different plain now man.
(It's all good) Word up baby all good in every hood
(Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsaying?
(Iraq) Lefrak and alladat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for life son.
(Check) Word up son let them know though son I feel you man let em know son
[Verse 1: Capone]
It takes nothing but a hot slug to fill a villain
Cause I'm about to make a killing
Some weed to escalate the feeling
I regulate the dealing jealous niggas hate the feeling
I stack my safe appealing jake on my trace I'm peeling
And with a MAC I had the whole fucking nation kneeling
Embrace the wheel and hit a buck without crashing fuck
My drug passion got a nigga stashing fast what
One love to Hillbillies, run forever out to Chile
Playing the cuts nigga what can't stop the willy
Cops harassing niggas blasting while the day' passing
Time for action cock the mac what a satisfaction
Shoot laughing slug caught up in the chest gasping
Nigga blanked out chopped before he start rapping
[Hook: Tragedy Khadafi]
Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tapping in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi putting hits on the cops
Microchips in the celly the game don't stop (don't stop)
Tapping in your bank funds with the laptop (laptop)
Wanna own a block before the ball drop (ball drop)
Arab Nazi putting hits on the cops
[Noreaga talking:]
Word up son fucked up son word up Trag.
I know you know us both man but it took the penal for us to click youknowhatI'msaying?
(Yeah y'all met up North) KnowhatI'msaying we had to meet up north
(Know what's real about all this though that...) What real about it?
(We were young we strive we trying To eat knowhatI'msaying?) God degree
(We got a lot of fake niggas out man)
7-3 and 12 jewels. Niggas ain't busting that heat man. Niggas just fronting
Yo they ain't busting they heat they know who they is. (I'm telling my...)
Know who they is. (Yo, word is bond)
[Verse 2: Noreaga]
C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again
Street niggas that's grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime-laced, catch more beef than Scarface
C.N.N. network channel 10 it's on again
Street niggas that's grown men
Bold face gat in your face stay in your place
Yo crime-laced, catch more beef than Scarface
Court case illegal minds too late
Back in '92 (You remember Juice son?)
I bucked toast and got locked General Emanuel
Cell block cold crop
Go bagged up weak by cream cop
(FUCK THE WORLD) The way the world cold dissed me
Haile Selassie, Papi, locked with posse, call up Khadafi
Collect call from Arab Nazi, the Foul Mahdi
You relate in jail gate (what what, what what!)
Them new jacks they coming through
Scared to death from the jail stories that's true
You cold weak, live life on the street
While locked up, homoed out with pink sheets (bitch nigga!)
Discrete, in your cell, shook to sleep
I wiled out, no doubt, till the day I'm out
Me personally, (what!) I did three kid you weak
Your station in P.C
[Outro:]
Son fuck this jail shit so tell 'em about the streets son (echo)
Wylan
This beat is ridiculous. That menacing bell and the ambiance of the track is perfect. 10/10 song I canβt even imagine what hearing this in 97 was like I found it in 2021 and it blew my ears away
Tha Macaveli
Lord Finesse Man, Bro Was In His Bag
Rob Childress
I copped the cassette when first week it came out. Many nights on the JL Audios...
Pisces Mystic
Part of thee Golden Age a right here...
Jacob Ward
This beat got me feeling like Iβm driving in the rain on my way to hit a lick
Elijah Smith
My man Lord Fineese
LOSTone
In the stolen Hooptie too whaaaat
Adrian Vinent
Soo true
Jah left
Driving music πΆ
Harley Waller
That made me crease man π€£