1) Luciano (real name… Read Full Bio ↴There is more than one artist with this name:
1) Luciano (real name Patrick Großmann; born January 28, 1994 in Bautzen) is a German rapper from Berlin.
The son of a Mozambican father and a German mother, Luciano grew up mostly in the Schöneberg district of Berlin. He is a member of the rap crew Loco Squad Gang.
In 2020, Luciano was one of the first high-reach German-language rappers to release music in the internationally successful UK Drill style.
2. Luciano (born Jepther McClymont on October 20, 1964) is a Jamaican Roots Reggae artist. He first begun recording in 1992 under his first name Luciana, with his debut single "Ebony & Ivory" on the Aquarius Record label and followed with his debut album 'Moving Up' for RAS records in 1993. Luciano is the seventh of nine children and was born to extremely spiritual and musical parents while growing up in Daveyton, a small district in the central parish of Manchester, Jamaica.
2) Luciano, born in 1978 in Chile and raised in Switzerland. Started DJing in 1993 and producing electronic music since 1997. In the mid-90's, he was promoting Sense Club and Encuentros con la Technocultura in Santiago de Chile in the company of many initiators of the Latin American electronic music scene: Señor Coconut AKA Atom Heart, Ricardo Villalobos, Pier Bucci, Dandy Jack, Adrian Schopf, Washington Miranda, Argenix Brito, Microman, etc.
Luciano left Chile at 21 and moved to Europe (2000), settling in Geneva (Switzerland) to launch Mental Groove Records and holding a residency at the Weetamix club. He gradually invaded the inner reaches of electronic culture, forming a partnership with Ibiza’s most notorious underground club, Circoloco at DC10, which gave Luciano a perfect platform and a passionate audience for his irresistible, mind-altering blend of barebones techno and hot-blooded Latin rhythms. His releases appear on the Transmat, Perlon, Lo-Fi Stereo, Bruchstuecke and Klang Elektronik record labels.
Luciano's mixed Swiss & Chilean identity shows in his music, a somewhat mystical blend of deep techno & electro that integrates southern elements in rhythms and colourful patterns in sound. His collaborations with Ricardo Villalobos (Playhouse, Perlon, Warp, Force Inc etc.) as Sense Club are especially rewarding, as is his partnership with Pier Bucci and Argenix Brito as Monne Automne.
Mellowing his style as times goes by, getting more experimental and spacey with a fresh style of his own, Luciano’s production is destined to the wiser dancefloors.
Loco Soldato
Luciano Lyrics
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Negro, gib mir meinen Jacky
Depressiv, lass mich, die Straße macht aktiv
0,9er Grammis, die Kunden kommen safi
Jetzt weniger Kopffick, weil Para legal fließt
Puto
Immer grade, stabil geblieben, es waren harte Tage
Zu meinwn Habibos, Puto, immer grade
Glaubst du das wirklich, sag mir?
Hast du gegessen am Tisch mit mir, sag mir?
Es war hart hier, nur ich saß hier
Und auf einmal wollen alle mein Papier (Negro, Negro)
Überleg dir genau, was du glaubst
Lehn' mich zurück, während Rap mir einen kaut
Kleiner Circle, weil ich kei'm mehr vertrau'
Zu den Farben nach oben, hier unten ist grau
Legaler Batz, was für Jahre im Bau?
Die Angst vor den Bullen haben die Tage versaut
Hol' mir mein Biz und dann rase ich raus
Küss' meine Frau und dann spar' für mein Haus (Puto, Puto)
Zu viel Gerede, guck, zu viel Gerüchte
Ich stapel' mein Para auf, flieg' an die Küste
Zu viel Gekrieche, zu viel vom Augengeküsse
Jeder zweite droht hier mit Schüsse
Jeder ist Boss, redet weniger bitte
Kripos suchen, stürmen meine Hütte
Das Leben ist schwer mit dem Para aus Tüte
Psscht, leise, Makaku
Lucio, loco Soldato
Vamo caralho, bretter' dich kaputt
Leise, Makaku, loco Soldato
Flex, grauer Nikejogger, full auf Jacky-Cola, psscht, Fresse sober
Leb' schneller, Kodaflex, bin kaputter, Punkt
Das Bündel wird jetzt bunter
Mach' Papa stolz, alle Locos holen jetzt Gold, dann wegfliegen
Sommer nicht mehr stolpern, sondern Flex
Zu viel Opfers wollen jetzt testen
Sind wie Abis hinten, die Hennessys exen
Flex, halte mich selber im Käfig
Die Nacht lang Psychosen und davon nicht wenig
Gezeichnet, selig, weglaufen geht nicht
Die Hälfte versteht nicht, der Hunger ist schädlich
Lieber ruhig sein, denn ihr redet viel, wir leben schnell
Ätz' deine Fresse mit Bärenspray
Loco Brigarda sind effizient
Sind hier, stehen stramm, hol, wen du kennst
Psscht, leise, Makaku
Lucio, loco Soldato
Vamo caralho, bretter' dich kaputt
Leise, Makaku, loco Soldato
Bretter' dich sowieso, Luciano Soldato
Spar' meine Kohle hoch, scheiß mal auf Tipico
Kripos in zivil kommen, tasern dich auf Beton
Kriegst eine Acht um die Arme und gehst dann schmoren
Leise, Makaku
Lucio, loco Soldato
Vamo caralho, bretter' dich kaputt
Leise, Makaku, loco Soldato
The lyrics of Luciano's song "Loco Soldato" convey his experiences and thoughts as a street soldier. The opening lines depict a desire for Jack Daniels, suggesting a yearning for escape or numbness from the harsh realities of the streets. Luciano describes how the street lifestyle, with its drug trade and customers, keeps him active and distracted from his depressive state. He reflects on the challenges he's faced, remaining resilient and staying true to himself despite difficult times. He questions those who speak negatively about him, asking if they truly know him and implying that their judgment is unfounded.
Luciano talks about accumulating wealth and gaining financial stability through legal means, possibly referring to his success in the music industry. He mentions the need to be cautious about who to trust, forming a small circle due to a lack of trust in others. He aspires to rise above the struggles of the streets, saying that the world below is gray, while aiming for success and a better life. The lyrics also touch on the fear of police interference and the impact it has on a criminal lifestyle. Luciano asserts his determination to acquire wealth, providing for his family, and striving to secure a future for himself.
Line by Line Meaning
Wey
Hey
Negro, gib mir meinen Jacky
My friend, give me my Jacky (Jack Daniel's)
Depressiv, lass mich, die Straße macht aktiv
Depressed, leave me alone, the streets keep me active
0,9er Grammis, die Kunden kommen safi
0.9 grams, the customers come safely
Jetzt weniger Kopffick, weil Para legal fließt
Now less stress, because money flows legally
Puto
Bastard
Immer grade, stabil geblieben, es waren harte Tage
Always straight, remained stable, it was hard days
Zu meinen Habibos, Puto, immer grade
To my homies, bastard, always straight
Kennst du mich, oder warum redest du, Schlampe?
Do you know me, or why are you talking, bitch?
Glaubst du das wirklich, sag mir?
Do you really believe that, tell me?
Hast du gegessen am Tisch mit mir, sag mir?
Have you eaten at the table with me, tell me?
Es war hart hier, nur ich saß hier
It was hard here, I was the only one here
Und auf einmal wollen alle mein Papier (Negro, Negro)
And suddenly everyone wants my money (My friend, my friend)
Überleg dir genau, was du glaubst
Think carefully about what you believe
Lehn' mich zurück, während Rap mir einen kaut
Lean back, while rap chews me up
Kleiner Circle, weil ich kei'm mehr vertrau'
Small circle, because I trust no one anymore
Zu den Farben nach oben, hier unten ist grau
Up to the colors, down here is gray
Legaler Batz, was für Jahre im Bau?
Legal money, what years in jail?
Die Angst vor den Bullen haben die Tage versaut
The fear of the cops ruined the days
Hol' mir mein Biz und dann rase ich raus
Get my business and then I rush out
Küss' meine Frau und dann spar' für mein Haus (Puto, Puto)
Kiss my wife and then save for my house (Bastard, bastard)
Zu viel Gerede, guck, zu viel Gerüchte
Too much talking, look, too many rumors
Ich stapel' mein Para auf, flieg' an die Küste
I stack my money, fly to the coast
Zu viel Gekrieche, zu viel vom Augengeküsse
Too much crawling, too much eye kissing
Jeder zweite droht hier mit Schüsse
Every second person here threatens with shots
Jeder ist Boss, redet weniger bitte
Everyone is a boss, talk less please
Kripos suchen, stürmen meine Hütte
The police look for me, storm my home
Das Leben ist schwer mit dem Para aus Tüte
Life is hard with money from drugs
Psscht, leise, Makaku
Shh, quiet, Makaku
Lucio, loco Soldato
Lucio, crazy soldier
Vamo caralho, bretter' dich kaputt
Let's go, fuck it up
Leise, Makaku, loco Soldato
Quiet, Makaku, crazy soldier
Flex, grauer Nikejogger, full auf Jacky-Cola, psscht, Fresse sober
Flex, gray Nike jogger, full on Jacky-Cola, shh, shut up sober
Leb' schneller, Kodaflex, bin kaputter, Punkt
Live faster, Kodaflex, I'm broken, period
Das Bündel wird jetzt bunter
The bundle is getting more colorful now
Mach' Papa stolz, alle Locos holen jetzt Gold, dann wegfliegen
Make dad proud, all the crazy ones get gold now, then fly away
Sommer nicht mehr stolpern, sondern Flex
Don't stumble in summer anymore, just flex
Zu viel Opfers wollen jetzt testen
Too many victims want to test now
Sind wie Abis hinten, die Hennessys exen
They're like ABIs at the back, chugging Hennessys
Flex, halte mich selber im Käfig
Flex, keep myself in a cage
Die Nacht lang Psychosen und davon nicht wenig
Psychosis all night long, and there's no shortage of it
Gezeichnet, selig, weglaufen geht nicht
Marked, blessed, can't run away
Die Hälfte versteht nicht, der Hunger ist schädlich
Half of them don't understand, hunger is harmful
Lieber ruhig sein, denn ihr redet viel, wir leben schnell
Better to be quiet, because you talk a lot, we live fast
Ätz' deine Fresse mit Bärenspray
Burn your face with bear spray
Loco Brigarda sind effizient
Crazy Brigarda is efficient
Sind hier, stehen stramm, hol, wen du kennst
We're here, standing firm, bring whoever you know
Bretter' dich sowieso, Luciano Soldato
Knock you down anyway, Luciano Soldato
Spar' meine Kohle hoch, scheiß mal auf Tipico
Save my money high, fuck Tipico
Kripos in zivil kommen, tasern dich auf Beton
Undercover cops come, taser you on concrete
Kriegst eine Acht um die Arme und gehst dann schmoren
You get an eight on your arms and then you go to prison
Leise, Makaku
Quiet, Makaku
Lucio, loco Soldato
Lucio, crazy soldier
Vamo caralho, bretter' dich kaputt
Let's go, fuck it up
Leise, Makaku, loco Soldato
Quiet, Makaku, crazy soldier
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Patrick Grossmann, Hamed Anousheh
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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