1. Infin… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least four artists performing under this name:
1. Infinite's member Kim Myungsoo (김명수)
2. The solo project of Hiroyuki Usui (臼井弘行)
3. The French artist L (Raphaële Lannadère)
4. Los Angeles based darkwave/ebm/industrial project
1. 엘/L is Infinite's Kim Myungsoo (김명수; born March 13, 1992) stage name, is a South Korean singer and actor. He debuted as a vocalist of boy band Infinite in 2010 and its sub-group Infinite F in 2014. He left Woollim Entertainment in August 2019 but will continue to be a member of the group. Debuted as a soloist in February 3rd of 2021.
2. L is the solo project of Hiroyuki Usui (臼井弘行) (guitar, vocals, vibes, harmonium, bass, drums, cello, field recordings, didgeridoo). His only album "Holy letters" was recorded in 1989-1990. On it, he blends delicate folk, psychedelia, and experimental sounds into a mostly subdued but undeniably glowing suite. The layered but careful instrumentation on tracks like the epic "Holy Letters" and "Troll" backs the alternately plain-spoken and crooning vocals perfectly. Odd touches like snatches of throat singing and bowed vibraphone leap out of the mix at just the right time. There are overt references to the blues (the first track is an oblique cover of Blind Willie Johnson's "Cold Was The Ground") - but other than the occassional slide guitar touch, the connection is overwhelmingly in the timeless feeling and atmosphere.
"Holy Letters" was self-released by Hiro in 1994 (in an oversized package including the CD and a 7", on Holy Castle), primarily to be given away to friends. A handful of copies were sold via Tokyo's Modern Music/PSF operation in Japan and by Forced Exposure in the US, but other than that, it disappeared completely. Hiroyuki Usui's name pops up in several intriguing places in the apparently still underdocumented Japanese underground lexicon. While he now concentrates mostly on didgeridoo (and his profession of garden design), he once played drums in Fushitsusha (late 70's/early 80's), A-Musik (with the legendary vocalist Phew), Marble Sheep, and several other true-underground outfits.
In 2003-2004, the American VHF label stumbled upon a box of leftover copies of this album and sold them on their website. The response was great, and led to a digipack CD reissue in 2004 including both CD and 7" from the original package, plus an alternate version of "Troll" from the original sessions.
3. The French L (Raphaële Lannadère) is a singer-songwriter who released her first ep "Première Lettres" in 2008. She is currently touring France. More information on her MySpace (www.myspace.com/lmusique)
4. Los Angeles based darkwave/ebm/industrial project first releasing music in 2020: https://lmusicofficial.bandcamp.com/
L
L Lyrics
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Frappe tah Lewandowski
Tu la verras pas venir
Comme quand ça tire, tah Vladimir
Eh, tu l'verras pas venir comme quand ça tire
C'est l'histoire d'un mec qui veut s'refaire comme Vladimir
Mais ça va mal finir, c'est les cités, c'est pas des gamineries
Dans sa tête, c'est GTA San Andreas ou bien Vice City
Comportement d'OG, respecté comme CJ
La rue l'identifie, les délits s'amplifient
Les ients-cli l'enrichissent mais délaissent vite le shit pour liquider d'la coke
Faire tapiner des putes et la re-sœu des autres
Quarante trois Maroki, jamais très loin d'ses côtes
Tu vois j'te parle de quel genre de mec
Il traîne avec Zepek mais c'est pas Travis Scott, il aime la Rue d'Aerschot
Et les assiettes scampis en 2012, au placard, il cantine
Béton jamais pour des centimes, plus rien peut l'attendrir
Il baisera pas Sandrine, il baissera pas son jean
J'avoue c'est gore mais la prison le rend d'plus en plus fort
Distribue que d'la mort dès qu'il tigisogort, il fera pire encore
Trois ans plus tard, il rebé-tom rebelote à Nanterre
Mais crois pas qu'il s'endort, son blase est légendaire
Avant sa mort, juste avant qu'on l'enterre
Il veut d'l'or et s'repentir pour pas goûter l'Enfer
La rue et les affaires lui ramènent fort d'la prison ferme
Encule tous les conseils, bats les couilles des grands frères
Pour récupérer du gent-ar, l'esprit sait comment faire, fais ça sans commentaire
Mentalité d'gangster, y a que des fils de putes qui lui souhaitent le cancer
Toujours dans les transferts, de Villeneuve à Saint-Ouen, il a fait des pleins phares
Y a que d'vant le commissaire qu'il est plus très bavard
Remets tout à plus tard, respecte tous les bus-bar, il arrive quand tu pars
Y a qu'en promenade ou dans les cités que t'as déjà dû l'voir
C'est un arabe au cœur noir, moitié kosovar, un Mexicain notoire
Moi, j'sais qu'il aime trop boire et rester en attaque
Il connaît toutes les plaques des équipes de la dép' et les mecs de la BAC
La police le débecte mais faut bien qu'il s'adapte
C'est au placard que les jours se répètent
J'l'ai déjà vu faire des grammes de zipette à l'aveuglette
Dernièrement, j'l'ai vu d'mes yeux, il crossait son voisin
Apparemment, c'est son cousin qui braque les magasins
Calcule pas les vagins vu qu'il aime trop l'argent
Cousine, il a pas l'temps, c'est un vrai attaquant, que dans les déplacements
Essaye pas d'le cher-bran, il s'est déjà lé-bran, tu sais bien qu'il est grand
Lui dis pas qu'il est temps d'arrêter tout ça
C'est un pur yakuza, il peut mourir pour ça
Et baiser la Cosa, faire une Totò Riina avec Provenzano
Généralement, il baise des putes et il mange au McDo'
Il possède pas d'château, c'est pas El Chapo
C'est juste un vrai charo', tu vois déjà l'tableau
Il fait jamais d'cadeau, que des Khabta au Jack pour mieux se rétablir
Ses plans sont établis, j'te raconte toute sa vie
Tu peux la faire à d'autres, ici rien est gratuit, il supporte que Paris
Pour lui, tout est carré comme le Nord d'la Corée
La rue, même la maison d'arrêt, il aime trop les cités
Il nettoie son tard-pé toujours dans son quartier, c'est Medellín Cartel
Il fonce à l'Île-Saint-Denis, bicrave ça comme Barksdale
Avec tous les esprits, la police l'interpelle
Il revient d'Eindhoven ou bien d'Antwerpen
Les esprits sont bres-som, c'est pas un socialiste ni un franc-maçon
C'est juste un grand garçon qui boit des rres-ve d'Whisky sans glaçon
Hé, ma grande, s'te plaît, fais pas la belle s'il t'a ken au Timhotel, t'auras pas d'prix Nobel
J'te donne deux-trois conseils pour faire un peu d'oseille
Prends ta chienne, mets-la sur VivaStreet ou sur SexModel
Achète-lui six phones-tel', tu vas faire un bordel
Paris, c'est pas L.A., c'est Mexico et Medellin Cartel
Vincent, c'est Vince Diesel sur le périphérique
Et Loulou, c'est Derrick, la départementale bosse comme en Amérique
Y a beaucoup d'gens qui flippent, la moitié savent que ça peut aller vite
C'est nous, les rats des villes, c'est pas une tragédie
Many, j'le cace-dédi, les autres se travestissent
Pendant qu'on investit sur la bonne machichi, quitte à ber-tom l'été
Le charbon, c'est l'métier, le jargon bien salé pour sortir d'un guêpier
Ici, c'est les cités et j'te déconseille d'y mettre les pieds
The lyrics to the song L by Big L are riddled with braggadocio, confidence, and tough talk. The rapper starts by asserting that he is all about business, never joking around in his all-black ensemble, which contrasts with the polka dots of the lesser rappers. He talks about his remarkable ability to write rhymes that are unmatched, playing his competitors like a game of cards. L goes on to talk about his rap cadence, which is smoother than velvet, and his lyrics that are well-constructed, telling his detractors to get off his "L D***" He warns those who would cross him not to mess with him because he is lethal in his rhymes.
In the second verse, Big L reiterates his lethalness as an MC. He compares himself to the legendary Biggie Smalls, who was famous for his lyrical prowess. He boasts about his skills, which can make him murder any other rapper in a battle. L is also not afraid of violence, as he raps about using guns for his protection. The chorus repeats and emphasizes the tough nature of the artist.
In the third and final verse, he shouts out his friends in the music industry, and shouts out his Brooklyn roots. He reinforces his toughness by bragging about the criminal activities he participated in his youth.
Line by Line Meaning
Settin' it off lettin' it off (whatever)
Starting something and doing it to the fullest
(Let 'em have it L) What? (Give it to 'em L) Yeah
Encouragement to continue the previous action
Ayo I'm serious, I'm not the type to joke a lot
Asserting his seriousness and lack of humor
Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots
Preferring a certain type of clothing
No other write rhymes like these
Claiming unique rhyming skills
I'm cool as a light breeze, I'm playin' rappers out like striped Lees
Confidence in his coolness and superiority over other rappers
I'm smoother than velvet, my lyrics are well-writ
Praising his own lyrical abilities
You sayin' L's this and L's that: get off L dick
Tired of hearing others talk about him
I don't roll with punks I only roll with live guys
Only associating with respectable people
And we do drivebys in 325is
Implied involvement with criminal activity
I had beef with this thief named Randolph
Had a problem with a criminal named Randolph
Now he's in a casket dressed up with his hands crossed
Implied involvement in Randolph's death
So you better leave L alone
A warning to others to stay away
Before I reach out and touch you but not with a telephone
Threatening physical harm
Yo I'm the brother that you never even thought of beatin'
Extolling his skills and abilities
Black white or Puerto Rican, I'm gonna slaughter each and
Declaring his willingness to battle anyone
Every crab MC that runs up
Demeaning other rappers and declaring his superiority
When a battle comes up, give me two thumbs up
Confident in winning any rap battle
I damage all opponents as soon as the bell rings
Claiming immediate success
It's all about me, yo it's a B. I. G. L thing
Promoting himself and his brand
The crown is still mine cause I drop ill rhymes
Confident in his abilities to remain on top
A lot of rappers talk that murder shit and couldn't kill time
Demeaning other rappers for their false bravado
One two one two crews I run through
Boasting about his successful battles
Fuck karate, Big L practice Gun Fu
Preferring guns over martial arts
Cause I'm a MC assassinator
Claiming his ability to defeat other rappers
I grab the mag and leave a nag leakin' like activator
Boasting his violent tendencies
Step to this and get shanked up
Threatening physical harm
I knocked out so many teeth the tooth fairy went bankrupt
Claiming to have knocked out many teeth in fights
And I entertain well because of my brain cells
Praising his own intelligence and ability to entertain
I'm naughty and stop callin' me shorty my name's L
Insisting on being called by his preferred name
My raps are hotter than the Bahamas
Praising his own rhymes
MC's be talkin' about breakin' jaws when they couldn't break a promise
Demeaning other rappers for their lack of ability
With Big L you can't swing long
Claiming his own strength and defeating power
So get behind me and sing, cause every hero got a theme song
Claiming his own hero status and impact
A-yo, big shots to all them niggas on the corner
Acknowledging others who are up to no good
Doin' something they ain't
Acknowledging their illegal activity
Can't forget my peeps from Brooklyn, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shoutouts to those from his area
Like Box and Herb and Big Sid
Specific shoutouts to those individuals
A-yo, L, you must be buggin', B
Other person questioning him
You didn't even let me say what's up to my hoes, B
Comical request to acknowledge his relationships
Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man
Further acknowledgement of his relationships
Word up let's go see our P.O
Moving on to another activity
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Karim Djeriou, Henrique Fonseca da Costa
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