If you believe life is hard, yet one of the best gifts anyone can be grante… Read Full Bio ↴If you believe life is hard, yet one of the best gifts anyone can be granted, you’ll understand the journey of SLAINE. Hailing from the Dorchester, area of Massachusetts, with deep connections in South Boston, SLAINE’s youth was spent as somewhat of a gypsy, bouncing from place to place. Despite not having a normal home foundation, he aspired, like other starry eyed kids, to become a force in the entertainment industry. After Mapping out a plan to obtain his goals, SLAINE packed his bags, moved to New York City, and enrolled in the School of Visual Arts. After only seven months, an unfortunate altercation with a school employee resulted in his expulsion.
The incident was a major setback that suspended his dream of becoming a filmmaker. Although dismayed and discouraged, SLAINE was determined to prevail, and began a new pursuit towards his entertainment goal… Music.

His discovered his love for hip hop early in his life. "I started writing rhymes when I was nine years old, I use to record on my boom box with a pair of headphones plugged into the microphone jack. I felt they were just words on a page because I didn’t have an outlet to perform them.” Determined and focused, SLAINE spent his nights as a club promoter to survive in the hard lonely streets of New York City, while at the same time, recording and being managed by hip-hop legend MC Shan. While recording a demo in a studio operated by the Lordz of Brooklyn, SLAINE was introduced to Danny Boy O'Connor of House of Pain.

That introduction led to a production deal with DJ Lethal of House of Pain, which in turn led to the mix tape release ‘The White Man is the Devil: Volume 1’ and the formation of the group Special Teamz, with Boston rap legends Edo G and Jaysaun. Special Teamz dropped a self-titled street CD, which garnered critical acclaim and allowed the group to tour in Europe. In a very short time, SLAINE had gone from living in poverty with a drug habit to traveling the world and working with hip-hop icons such as DJ Premier, Ill Bill, House of Pain, Cypress Hill, The Alchemist, and a host of other talented artists. He also became part of the collective LA COKA NOSTRA, alongside Ill Bill and all three members of House of Pain - Everlast, DJ Lethal, and Danny Boy. La Coka Nostra’s debut album, "A Brand You Can Trust" debuted at #84 on the Billboard Top 200 and #6 on the Rap charts, sending a message to the masses that the group’s brand of gritty hip-hop was exactly what fans of the genre had been waiting for.

SLAINE's name continued to grow far past his hometown of Boston due to the exposure he has received in publications such as The Source, XXL, The New York Times, The Boston Herald, and his sold out performances across the globe. SLAINE has been nominated for a Boston Music Award and received 4 trophies at The Mass Industry Committee's hip-hop awards, including and award for Best Lyricist.

As his music career expanded, a personal battle with drugs became a focal point that reared its ugly head. After overdoses, hospital visits and a whirlwind of drugs and violence, SLAINE finally checked into rehab. Instantly, he found himself with homeless drug addicts and realized he was no different than any of them. "Everybody had a story to tell. That was where the idea and the hunger for "The White Man is the Devil" was born. "The White Man" is a cocaine reference, not a declaration of self hate."

Since conquering his addiction, SLAINE has been presented with many new and exciting possibilities… such as acting. A chance of a lifetime presented itself through an unexpected ally, hometown hero and Academy Award winner Ben Affleck. SLAINE made his acting debut with his portrayal of Bubba Rogowski in Affleck's return to screenwriting and directorial debut "Gone Baby Gone". The film was critically acclaimed and led to a larger role in the blockbuster “The Town” featuring Ben Affleck, Jeremy Renner (The Hurt Locker), and Jon Hamm (Mad Men). He is also been in films, “The Crack Down” and “Bad Blood” and in the upcoming movie “Cogan’s Trade” with Brad Pitt, Ray Liotta and James Gandolfini.

While Slaine’s acting career has allowed him to blaze new paths, his venomous lyrical attack burns hotter than ever on his debut solo album, "A World With No Skies 2.0", which drops August 16th , 2011 through Suburban Noize Records. With hard-hitting lyrical content, and a vicious delivery, "A World with No Skies 2.0" instantly takes hip-hop back to its grimy roots on the streets. To execute his dark musical vision, Slaine enlisted the help of his La Coka Nostra brothers Everlast and ILL BILL, as well as Cypress Hill’s B-Real and Vinnie Paz of Jedi Mind Tricks, to create a dark hip-hop album that hits squarely in the jaw. "Even though I started my career as a solo artist by hustling my ‘The White Man is the Devil’ mixtapes, I think people are more familiar with me from Special Teamz and La Coka Nostra,” commented Slaine. “With this album I set out to create a soundscape that brings you into my world as an individual which is a bad place to be. The record is hard, dark and aggressive, from the beats to the lyrics. It’s a deeply personal trip through my life and the things that made me who I am today. A ‘World with No Skies’ is a look into my psyche and a vision of my dreams, nightmares, and realities."

Despite ups and downs throughout his career, SLAINE is living his life to the fullest. "I love making music that means something to me, I am grateful for all the experiences that I have had—good and bad. I am lucky to be alive, but my past also made me who I am today.”

Say I Was Slaine
Slaine Lyrics

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[Intro:]
That was just fucking me up. Come on now, you know my motherfucking name.

Slaine

Yeah, nobody in this motherfucking city can touch me. Nobody in this motherfucking country can touch me. Nobody in this motherfucking earth can touch me. Yeah, lyrical murder. Come on.
[Verse 1:]
You pushed my buttons so here comes (Slaine) the nuclear man

I'm wolf in sheep's clothing, a shepherd with Lucifer's lambs
You're too stupid to stand under
Understand the pieces of a mad puzzle with ice in his eyes
Heat in his hands, gears turning like clockwork
In my head counting each breath
Death's a complex girl, how can I not flirt?
Life's a bitch though death still hasn't took me yet
But I'm talking with her and I think I got her pussy wet
As long as I'm alive I'll personify a lust for life
Agony and anger, danger every time I touch the mic
I muster might to fight, swinging bats and busting pipes
Broken glass, fallen angels holding dope in open bags
This whole culture's bad, I am just a product of it
How can you hate on me, homie? You know you gotta love it
From Dorchester to Mission, Southie to Rottendale
People listen to me and they love the oxycontin tales
[Chorus:]
Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine)
How will the game find me?
One day laying in the rain with all the pain behind me
They say you manifest the words that you speak
Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered, deceased
I'm a spit fire at you and curse from a throat
On the edge of bursting with every verse that I wrote
I tempted the fates, created the drugs
They say I'm insane so when they ask you who I was
Just say I was Slaine
[Verse 2:]
I'm the motherfucking rage of the renegade
The face the enemy, the temper of an alcoholic wasted on Hennessy
They eyes of a barking dog, the soldier at war
I'm the white man, the devil man, I told you before
The promoter of gore, horror that's sold in the store
Got a God-given rhythm, kid, I know what it's for
It's for pissing off the system while I'm holding my balls
But this is just another rhyme that I wrote on my walls
I lived the life that I depicted, that of the trife and wicked
The graphic, gruesome, and grisly, the shiesty, icy, and vicious
Drug addicted inflicted with remnants of social law
Born in my scorn spread through the phlegm in my vocal cords
My mornings are torn, visions of dawn colliding with night
My soul at odds with itself, too divided to fight
I wave a gun at the government with the flag in my face

Point a pistol at the president, the faggot's erased
[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Say I Was Slaine" by Slaine is a powerful and introspective commentary on the rapper's personal struggles and his perception of the world around him. In the intro, Slaine asserts his dominance in the rap game and his belief that he is untouchable. The first verse paints a picture of Slaine as a complex and conflicted individual who is constantly in a battle with himself and the world. He describes himself as a wolf in sheep's clothing, a person who is both a shepherd and a follower of Lucifer's lambs. He also talks about his fascination with death and the fact that he has yet to succumb to it. Slaine sees himself as a product of his environment, and his music is a reflection of this.

The chorus of the song reinforces Slaine's belief in the power of words and the impact they can have on the world. He sees himself as a fire-breathing dragon, spitting truth and curses with every verse that he writes. The second verse is equally powerful, with Slaine describing himself as the "rage of the renegade" and a soldier at war. He takes pride in the fact that his music is confrontational and designed to push back against the system.

Overall, "Say I Was Slaine" is a raw and emotionally charged track that offers an unflinching look at the life and worldview of one of Boston's most talented rappers.

Line by Line Meaning

You pushed my buttons so here comes (Slaine) the nuclear man
You've provoked me, so now I'm coming at you with full force, like a powerful nuclear weapon.

I'm wolf in sheep's clothing, a shepherd with Lucifer's lambs
I'm dangerous and deceptive, pretending to be harmless and leading others who are also evil.

You're too stupid to stand under
You're not smart enough to comprehend what I'm capable of.

Understand the pieces of a mad puzzle with ice in his eyes
Trying to understand someone who is crazy and unpredictable, with a cold and hard stare.

Heat in his hands, gears turning like clockwork
I have power and momentum, like a well-oiled machine.

In my head counting each breath
I'm constantly aware of my own mortality and the fragility of life.

Death's a complex girl, how can I not flirt?
Death is both fascinating and terrifying, and I can't resist its pull and allure.

Life's a bitch though death still hasn't took me yet
Life is difficult and painful, but I haven't died yet - I'm still here, fighting and surviving.

But I'm talking with her and I think I got her pussy wet
I'm flirting with death and tempting fate, and I think I'm winning.

As long as I'm alive I'll personify a lust for life
I have a strong desire to live and experience everything life has to offer, despite its challenges and hardships.

Agony and anger, danger every time I touch the mic
My music is full of pain, rage, and danger, and it's a reflection of my own struggles and emotions.

I muster might to fight, swinging bats and busting pipes
I'm prepared to fight and defend myself, even if it means using violent and deadly weapons.

Broken glass, fallen angels holding dope in open bags
My surroundings are full of broken and dangerous things, and even good people are caught up in drugs and addiction.

This whole culture's bad, I am just a product of it
The society I live in is corrupt and dysfunctional, and I'm a reflection of its flaws and failings.

How can you hate on me, homie? You know you gotta love it
Even if people don't like me or my music, they can't deny that it's authentic and powerful.

From Dorchester to Mission, Southie to Rottendale
My influence and reach extend throughout the city, from different neighborhoods and communities.

People listen to me and they love the oxycontin tales
My stories and lyrics about drugs and addiction resonate with my listeners and fans.

Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine)
I'm asking for recognition and respect, and my name is synonymous with my music and persona.

How will the game find me?
I'm wondering how my legacy and influence will be remembered and celebrated in the music industry.

One day laying in the rain with all the pain behind me
One day, I'll die, and all the suffering and struggles of my life will finally be over.

They say you manifest the words that you speak
I believe that my words and thoughts can shape my reality and influence other people's lives.

Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered, deceased
I believe that what I say and write has the power to become reality, so I'll keep creating until I die.

I'm a spit fire at you and curse from a throat
My music is full of energy, passion, and vulgarity, and it's a direct expression of my emotions and experiences.

On the edge of bursting with every verse that I wrote
I'm always at the brink of losing control and exploding with emotion, especially when I'm writing and performing music.

I tempted the fates, created the drugs
I took risks and experimented with drugs, and now I'm responsible for my addiction and its consequences.

They say I'm insane so when they ask you who I was
People think I'm crazy and unstable, so when they ask about me, just tell them that I was Slaine.

I'm the motherfucking rage of the renegade
I'm a rebellious and angry force to be reckoned with, constantly fighting against authority and convention.

The face the enemy, the temper of an alcoholic wasted on Hennessy
I'm always ready to confront and challenge my enemies, fueled by alcohol and aggression.

They eyes of a barking dog, the soldier at war
I'm alert, vigilant, and ready for battle, like a dog or a soldier in the midst of combat.

I'm the white man, the devil man, I told you before
I embody the stereotype of a white, violent, and evil man, a persona that I've embraced and reinforced in my music.

The promoter of gore, horror that's sold in the store
My music is full of violence and horror, and it's a popular and profitable commodity in the entertainment industry.

Got a God-given rhythm, kid, I know what it's for
I believe that I have a natural talent and creativity for making music, and it's my way of expressing myself and connecting with others.

It's for pissing off the system while I'm holding my balls
My music is a way for me to rebel against the status quo and assert my independence and masculinity.

But this is just another rhyme that I wrote on my walls
Despite the grandiose and provocative themes in my music, it's ultimately just a product of my own experiences and perspectives.

I lived the life that I depicted, that of the trife and wicked
My music is based on the harsh and brutal realities of my own life, which have been full of pain, suffering, and immorality.

The graphic, gruesome, and grisly, the shiesty, icy, and vicious
I don't shy away from depicting violence, gore, and brutality in my music, and I embrace the darker and colder parts of myself.

Drug addicted inflicted with remnants of social law
My addiction to drugs is a result of my environment and upbringing, and it's a rebellion against the oppressive and hypocritical social norms and rules.

Born in my scorn spread through the phlegm in my vocal cords
I was born in a state of anger and resentment, and my music is a way for me to express and spread those negative emotions.

My mornings are torn, visions of dawn colliding with night
I'm haunted by nightmares and memories, and I can't escape the trauma and pain of my past.

My soul at odds with itself, too divided to fight
I'm conflicted and torn between my desires and fears, and I can't find peace or resolution.

I wave a gun at the government with the flag in my face
I'm angry and resentful towards the government and its symbols of authority, and I'm prepared to use violence to express my dissent.

Point a pistol at the president, the faggot's erased
I'm willing to use deadly force against those in power, even if it means killing the president or other high officials who I disagree with or despise.

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You pushed my buttons so here comes (Slaine) the nuclear man
I'm wolf in sheep's clothing, a shepherd with Lucifer's lambs
You're too stupid to stand under
Understand the pieces of a mad puzzle with ice in his eyes
Heat in his hands, gears turning like clockwork
In my head counting each breath
Death's a complex girl, how can I not flirt?
Life's a bitch though death still hasn't took me yet
But I'm talking with her and I think I got her pussy wet
As long as I'm alive I'll personify a lust for life
Agony and anger, danger every time I touch the mic
I muster might to fight, swinging bats and busting pipes
Broken glass, fallen angels holding dope in open bags
This whole culture's bad, I am just a product of it
How can you hate on me, homie? You know you gotta love it
From Dorchester to Mission, Southie to Rottendale
People listen to me and they love the oxycontin tales

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[Chorus:]
Tell me, what's my name, mommy? (Slaine)
How will the game find me?
One day laying in the rain with all the pain behind me
They say you manifest the words that you speak
Then it becomes real so until I'm murdered, deceased
I'm a spit fire at you and curse from a throat
On the edge of bursting with every verse that I wrote
I tempted the fates, created the drugs
They say I'm insane so when they ask you who I was
Just say I was Slaine

[Verse 2:]
I'm the motherfucking rage of the renegade
The face the enemy, the temper of an alcoholic wasted on Hennessy
They eyes of a barking dog, the soldier at war
I'm the white man, the devil man, I told you before
The promoter of gore, horror that's sold in the store
Got a God-given rhythm, kid, I know what it's for
It's for pissing off the system while I'm holding my balls
But this is just another rhyme that I wrote on my walls
I lived the life that I depicted, that of the trife and wicked
The graphic, gruesome, and grisly, the shiesty, icy, and vicious
Drug addicted inflicted with remnants of social law
Born in my scorn spread through the phlegm in my vocal cords
My mornings are torn, visions of dawn colliding with night
My soul at odds with itself, too divided to fight
I wave a gun at the government with the flag in my face
Point a pistol at the president, the faggot's erased