Short for Fuck The Name, FTN is a 3 piece Punk/Ska/Rock and roll band haili… Read Full Bio ↴Short for Fuck The Name, FTN is a 3 piece Punk/Ska/Rock and roll band hailing from Miami, Florida. FTN is made up of three members, Tomas Bringas (The Van Orsdels, The Heaters), Geovanni Ruiz (Registered Rebels, Braindead) and Chupa Chavez (Midnight Morning, Alice’s Wonder). The members of FTN are no fledglings to the punk/rock scene, within the first month and a half they were booked to play and opened up for Against All Authority (Hopeless Records) With their D.I.Y modus vivendi, FTN records their own demos and are in the process of making their own full length. The bands passion for music and performing is abyssal, from house parties to the biggest venue the state has to offer, FTN is looking to dish out their original sound and acquire more of a following. IN OTHER WORDS.... 3 Piece Punk Ska Hardcore whatever band with the unity feel and original stylee.BO! BO! BO!

FTN is also a Swedish hardcore producer/DJ.

Wasteland
F.T.N. Lyrics

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[Krayzie]
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga.
P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin, fin to put this shit down like this,
Nigga.
(We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me. I know
Niggas would fuck around and say we tried to steal your
Style. Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest,

Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us.
My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload. So, when them
Funky, funky jump me, gon' be ready to roll [ready to
Roll]. It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid, but, oh
No, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake. It
Kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills, but when
Kept on disrespectin', make 'em think we shit's real, nigga. I
'm from the Land where every niggas plan and schemin' for the money,
Man, so we packin', and they don't understand them
Niggas rappin' but still they actin' like criminals. (?) reciprocal,
They don't know it, even though. Oh, no, no, can't let you go.
When I pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funk'll gon' blow you away. Playa
Hation strikes a nerve everyday.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we
Stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
Warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind.

[Souljah Boy]
You know it is, what it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me when I be
Droppin', and these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and
Back, don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these
Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch, sue these
Stupid motherfuckers, don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus,
Cause the niggas be down for the count, and the first
Nigga step up, get shut down. You shouldna been takin' my fuckin'
Style that's how we still gon' do it in the see-Town, arrest me
On the rebound. It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to
The you to the G. You hoes ain't got mo' killers than me, so
Muthafuck what you's thinkin', brothers don't hit, they're weak and
Wrapped up in my sheet, while your bullethole still be
Bleedin', but here's the reason for the season's on my motherfuckin'
Bank. Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs,
Nigga insanes, out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure, knowin' damn
Well, I'm a motherfucking' killer. Nigga, bow down, and I'm
Outta your picture. Just might killer, got a cap peela, nine rounds
Spiller, we done motherfuck you and you don't want to see fade
'em all with the blood heater, street sweeper get your ass deceased.
Warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride.
(Ibloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind.

[Bizzy]
Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, what you
Saw, we ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin'
Through ? and they call war, ready for the cause, clones get the
Thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break, your face be on
That table, ready for more, y'all clone him, and what if I got my
Peeps to flip in and vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em
Up, and your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck, I'm still
Runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect but I won't get cut
And love. Uh-uh. What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ?,
Thinkin' me bloody get with the ? and roll but I had gun
Before you knows, don't roll, and I gotta go and face it, so picture
Me nearly dearly get in judge, roll.

[Layzie]
Aw, shit! Nowhere to run; here come judgement day. Let's make these
Jealous bitches pay, uh-huh. I'm off in the midst, and
Runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ?, feelin' it might save me,
Baby, gotta be goin' through this life, I snatch your life just like
It's
A day which type'll it be? Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500
Benz, you know I got ends to spend, top ten ?, count
Dividends, and I'm rollin' still real. Attitude like, "Nigga, what?"
And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas Mo Thug
Employ in my city, destroy y'all, how wicked is this? It may be, nigga
Just gotta keep real, baby, lately. Little Lay been dodgin'
Hits, try to keep all my people safe and outta the way. And you know I
Get greater later, so I continue windin'. It's all about
Perfect timin', feel me, it's about perfect timin', hear me. What's on
My motheruckin' mind in this: these playa haters got me
Pissed, bitch. But let me get my gauge. Leatherface, go get your mask.
We gon' blast and roll on these motherfuckin' niggas,
Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin'--the #l Assassin.
Warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
Wasteland warriors ride.
(bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder, murder, murder, play, play)
War corruptin' my mind.
Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we
Stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
War corruptin' my mind.
Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.

Wasteland warriors ride.
War corruptin' my mind.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to F.T.N.'s song Wasteland depict the life of a gangster in the streets of Cleveland, Ohio. The song speaks of the hardships faced by the gang members as they try to get paid and make ends meet in a society where poverty and crime are rampant. The members of the gang are portrayed as violent, ruthless, and driven by their desire for money and power. The lyrics are filled with references to guns, murder, and other acts of violence that they must commit in order to survive in the wasteland that is their home.

The song also speaks of the rivalry and animosity that exists between different gangs, each one trying to assert their power and supremacy. The lyrics suggest that the gang members are constantly on the lookout for potential threats and that they are willing to use violence at a moment’s notice to protect themselves and their crew. Overall, the song paints a bleak picture of life in the inner city, where violence and danger are omnipresent and survival is a constant struggle.

Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this motherfucker, nigga.
Introducing the group and where they are from.

What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me. I know Niggas would fuck around and say we tried to steal your Style.
Their unique style is being doubted and they propose a slower tempo to showcase their talents.

Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest, Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us.
Explaining that their music comes from a funky place and showcasing the uniqueness of their sound.

My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload. So, when them Funky, funky jump me, gon' be ready to roll [ready to Roll].
Their maturity has made them wiser in handling difficult situations which gives them more confidence.

It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid, but, oh No, niggas heard the flow and wanted a piece of the cake.
They are in the industry to make money and gain success, but others are envious of it, and they want in on it.

I'm from the Land where every niggas plan and schemin' for the money, Man, so we packin', and they don't understand them Niggas rappin' but still they actin' like criminals.
They come from an environment where everyone is looking for ways to make money and protect themselves. People are not supportive of their style, seeing it as criminal.

When I pop pop pop [pop, pop], that funk'll gon' blow you away. Playa Hation strikes a nerve everyday.
Their music has a certain power and influence, but they are still facing negativity from haters.

Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all. Wasteland warriors, we Stressed, we stressed, we stressed.
They address their haters and label themselves as warriors fighting to succeed despite the stress and struggles they face.

Wasteland warriors ride. War corruptin' my mind.
Reinforcing their warrior status and acknowledging the negative impact of the industry on their mental state.

You know it is, what it's gotta be, ain't no stoppin' me when I be Droppin', and these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and Back, don't stop,
One of the members asserts confidence in their style and how they move forward, unstoppable.

Stupid motherfuckers, don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus, Cause the Niggas be down for the count, and the first Nigga step up, get shut down.
More assertiveness and warning to haters who dare to oppose them.

It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to The you to the G. You hoes ain't got mo' killers than me, so Muthafuck what you's thinkin', brothers don't hit, they're weak
A strong self-affirmation and boast on their skills and attributes to combat the negativity from haters.

Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick, nigga, what you Saw, we ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' Through ? and they call war
Another show of confidence and willingness to do what it takes to get ahead in the industry.

Nowhere to run; here come judgement day. Let's make these Jealous bitches pay, uh-huh.
Recognizing the difficulties and obstacles they face, but showing no fear and determination to succeed in spite of them.

War corruptin' my mind.
Reiterating the negative influence of the industry on their mental health and well-being.

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