Hardcore Chemical
La Coka Nostra Lyrics

I’m the problem and the solution
I am both the issue and the resolution of my own problems.

The revolution won’t be televised
The change that we need in society will not be broadcasted on TV, it will happen through action.

It’s too gruesome too gangster
The reality of the revolution is too violent and brutal for some people to handle.

Too graphic for you born-again faggots
Those who claim to have changed their ways and beliefs but cannot handle the violence of the revolution are hypocrites.

My words inspire people like The Ten Commandments
My words have a profound impact on people, like the commandments of the Bible.

I floss with diamond teeth SCUBA dive on a private beach Billy Idol smoke chronic with Cheech
I am rich and powerful, living a luxurious lifestyle filled with expensive items and exclusive experiences.

I cut your tongue out for talking against me
I will not tolerate anyone speaking against me and will go to violent lengths to silence them.

My enemies’ grandchildren will remember Me for centuries
I am so powerful that even my enemies' future generations will know my name and what I have done.

The fine line between insanity and genius
There is a thin boundary between being crazy and being brilliant.

Murder you, I give your reality a remix
Killing you is a way for me to change your reality and exert my power over you.

Humanity’s beneath us, we super humans Super-tyrants, super-violent
We consider ourselves above the common people and use our power to oppress and harm them.

Listen to the way my nine click Right before I pop your collar
Hear the sound of my gun being loaded before I shoot you.

The most hated from New York Like I shot your mama
I am the most despised person from New York, comparable to someone who killed your mother.

Compare me to amazoncom for dollars Canarsie Osama, riding with a Mass of martyrs, fucker
I am as valuable as a top online retailer and have a following of people willing to die for me. I come from Canarsie and am seen as a dangerous figure.

The thicker the plot, the quicker the shot The liquor and pot Got me higher than the Denver junkie Shocking the monkey
The more complicated the situation, the faster action needs to be taken. I am high on drugs and alcohol, on par with a druggie from Denver. I am also causing chaos and confusion.

Feeding his habit, set it up, cook it up Tie it off and stab it Shoot it up, feel the rush Then throw up your guts Nod out for a while cause the style is nuts
I am describing the process of drug use from beginning to end, including the high and its consequences.

Like I'm in Roca, it’s fucking Coka These other cats fake it With that baking soda
I am in a state of delirium, where my reality is blurred. Other people pretend to be like me, but they are not authentic.

Yeah, dope motherfuckers, I came back to spit Move with the hunger fueled by A lack of chips
I am a powerful and skilled rapper who is back to perform. My motivation is driven by the hunger caused by my lack of success and recognition.

When I lose my cool and shoot it’s accurate Give me some room I make yous move back a bit
When I get angry and violent, I am precise and accurate. I demand respect and intimidate those around me.

I came from a town where the hope can drown Bought a teaspoon from the dope and found With their necks tied up and the rope around Eighties cars overheated, broken down
I grew up in a place where it is difficult to have hope, and I resorted to drugs to cope with my problems. This resulted in a life of crime and despair.

Car-thieving heathen Living where no odds or even Gambling fist fighters watching the Kid bobbing and weaving
I participated in illegal activities such as stealing cars, living recklessly without any care for my life. I also spent my time watching and gambling on violent fist fights.

Everybody scheming, we all deceiving I wrote my words on the walls of mausoleums Now I stand in a position of strength So I speak for those who can’t I spit what I think I’m from the city where motherfuckers Were sticking the pigs I rep the Irish street cats and The micks in the clink come on!
Everyone around me is a liar and trying to fool each other. I wrote my words on the walls of tombs, now I am in a position of power and speak on behalf of those who cannot. I am honest and speak my mind. I come from a place where people were fighting against the police, and I represent the Irish people in jail.

Hardcore chemical, gangster material Tri-city machine bang in your stereo Put 'em up, shut 'em down Keep it raw, riding with the gutter sound
The music I create is hardcore and has themes of gangster lifestyle. It represents the harsh reality of life in three different cities. The song encourages listeners to be aggressive, and enjoy the raw and gritty sound.