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One 2 Three Make sum' muthafukkin noise 4 me and my team First i come one time 4 ya mind... (First I come one time 4 ya mind) Then i come 2 times 4 my fukkin' rhymes (Then i come 2 times 4 ma fukkin'rhymes) After that i come 3 times cuz the outcome is trashy 4 L.Y.N.-Lil ,Young and Nasty !!!Ist all about roachclips,tits and gett in' high... and I want all u muthafukkaz 2 jump yo butts in da sky! Buckle up,grease-monkey! No engine can run faster, when No.11's in the muthafukkin'trunk. Chi brings da funk in,Deee brings da bump in, Braz da aggression,WICKED iz in session. Flow-rock-skee and DMK, audio and visual, more than a crew 2 me, (it's like...)one,and here comes the 2 to the 3,it's 4LYN on u fukkaz,come on,sing wit'me... one 2 three - 4lyn's in the place to beone 2 threeone 2 three - 4lyn's in the place to be! Pure Keep it real, keep it right follow your voice inside keep it real, keep it right follow your voice inside from a to izzard,come on check out this art you air headed assholes, just stop try to piss Off.. (yo,yo)shut your heads, punks 'cuz the tables turnedand this one's in memory of the bums that will never learnwhile were sitting on the dock of the bay you're sitting on the dick of a gay, so ,make way for the “H D S Q D“ bitch-bootie-bangers you tell us what you want and we'll show you what „nauwäng“ ss! keep it real, keep it right follow your voice inside keep it real, keep it right follow your voice inside let's climb somebody's frame for example you muthafukkas that try to hit my ducats, (yo)four cornered caught you in a bad one you've tried to play boss but got tossed up by the fat one how the fuck you're feeling right about now on the way to the curb how does it feel to be a jerknow you find yourse if chewedand fuck up like a prostitute Pure Pure Pure Pure Pure Whooo Yo! I park my ride on the left side, i'm feeling kind a-ight 'cuz i know that my stupid ass is gonna get drunk tonight a quick view to the backyard, my boys are all thereso high 5's everywhere. A well known smell from the inside so who got the endoi wanna know cuz my brain said so so i followed the fog unti the heart of the partychilli palmer with a blunt and a glass of bacardiyo, it's all good but something is missingi don't know what it is and i have to go pissingbut there's somebody knocking at the door and right about now i'm looking at a girl that i never saw before right about now i start to stare oh fuck it my eyes are ready see her bare and kane says: „ronnie braz, what you're gonna do?“ I better go and relax and get myself another brew. Whooo hey yo, this chick is the bomb, yall! Whooo Whooo hey yo, this chick is the bomb! Whooo Somebody tell me what her name is somebody tell me what the number of this dame is does she got a man or is she creeping on a solo tip yo, take a look at her hips. i try to lick my lips but my tongue seems to weigh a tonand i said to myself you've got to talk to her ron, yoit's easier said than done but i'm a do it it's a hard job i'm a go thru itso come on baby we gotta talkit's too noisy in here so let's go outside for a walkmy homies smiled as we passedand kane said: „did a nice job mr. braz!“ we're strictly headin' for my carand thank the holy lord that my way ain't that farcuz mr. braz Goes on a missionand i will tell this girl what it's like to go fishing Whooo – hey yo, this chick is the bomb, yall! Whooo Whooo Hey yo, this chick is the bomb! Whooo Ronnie and this chick on the way to knock boots two wicked minds on their way to get looseone load of sperm is getting out of control ROCK n ROLL Whooo Hey yo,this chick is the bomb, yall! Whooo Whooo Hey yo,this chick is the bomb! Whooo The bomb The bomb The bomb Lyn I lost my heart on a monday and i'm still ripped off and passed out too much alcohol and weed shot my ass out one of these girlies made my day for realand i've got to tell you a little sum about the way that i feel i don't know how old she was but it doesn't matter i know that they do it better no older woman can do it the way they do fukk „more experience“ when they choose you i just cannot explain why these girlies always hit me like an a-train with their butter soft skin and their curly hair they try to look innocent, but they are always up to sin l y n l y n they knock you out at the drop of the dimefirst eye contact... yo that's the moment when you wanna die but when you take a look down south you'll see a hell of a body on the way to blast your eyes out. Drinking brew after school, kissing ex-friends girlfriends hands always where this skirt ends they wanna make you hot,no doubt! and you wanna take a shot, no doubt! wicked games that's the way how they wanna play naughty thoughts and a surprise under their shorts at any given time she wants to do you, screw you use and abuse you like she's always used to yo! you can run but you can not hide you're a two-second-brother when your hips collide you know who we're talking about, no doubt! the little young nastees, no doubt! l y n l y n l y n l y n l y n No Champagne (are you ready,or what?) so here i come save ya passengers from this critical-minded messenger. right in front of ya eyes u see me standin wit da mic in da right hand, ain't that aight,man (come on!!)5 bucks entry and da drinks aren't 4 free the bartender's trippin' and ya girl is lookin'at me typical tropical heat... chewin'gum on ya seat...yeah,this happening sukks,yes indeed. tell me, what's da reason,yo,why do u came ? why do ya blame ? the band is giving everything. oh,now u say that it's 2 loud... do u think that it is silent when u shout? tell me,why da fuck r u here?(oh yeah..)you wanna criticize me? yeah,i can feel it in the air...adrenaline is risin, homes,yo...ya anger is my air 2 breathe, and i can feel it in my bones... pay 4 fame (...it's da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...) fight,fight,fight,fight me! drink no champagne!(it's a stikk up,yo,it's a stikk up!it's a stikk-up,yo,it's a stikk-up....it's a stikk-up,fukk!!) yo,I hear ya screamin'4 payback,bitch,but i have 2 disapoint u , cuz i dont swing tec's or baseballbats... so i guess ya skills gotta be the weapon 2 choose 4 u,and i won't explain da rules 2 times 4 u ...wake up early, son, first come-first serve... speak your shit,but always keep something in reserve. The crowd wants 2 be entertained... so what'cha gonna be,b-boy?A b-boy or a stain???? Pay 4 fame (...it's da stikk-up-stukk-up-stikk-up-kid...) fight,fight,fight,fight me. drink no champagne! (it's a stikk up,yo,it's a stikk up,it's a stikk-up,yo it's a stikk-up,it's a stikk-up,boy!!....) Feel Me Brompton city bashin', car crashin', bong blastin'it's the alcohol abusin' white trash kid. with the mad vocalism, straight from the top of my lung shout outs and respect to the place where i'm coming from. so here me run again, head to the finish,no time for loosin', no time for cruisin''cuz a champion's got to keep on movin'like soul 2 soul, i'm back to life for real still a mc with lots of lovefor my holy wheels of steele, yo to me it was a big step, future wards from doin'boogaloo thangs at the "barmbek-boulevard" to pick up the mic and say what the fuck i was born for free to the dom is still the only thing I star for would die for, would cry for, but not spy for i still got the same type of respect even for all you fly whores don't get me wrong, i really love your bitchness the only fucks i disrespect are bitches in the music-business. and if you feel me put your hands up ,(hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em high, (put em high)... push 4 fingers and a i in da air, yo and wave em around like u just don't care there goes the 1 2 3 4 lyn i make it happen, i make them phoney rappers stop their crapi let my dogs do the freak and put brompton city on the map,yo! if theres a problem, i fix it, like p e and anthraxi „bring the noise“ snd press it on a black piece of wax give me a grin when you see me pass you by i'm not pretty fly for a white but for a 4lyn-guy i'm smooth like the butt of a babe and well known for all the panic that i create when i'm out on stage. „trouble maker“,“ problem child“ is what these mothers title meand daddies want to fight me but like spike leei'm doin' the right thing, drinking a cup of tea, i'm smoking a blunt i'm fuckin' them daughters in their butts and leave this chikks "rest in pussy" and if you feel me put your hands up, (hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em high, (put em high)... push 4 fingers and a i in da air, yo and wave em around like u just don't care so,what'cha want me to do? (wikked:)Yo Braz, Do The Sikk Shit!right!!!! bo-digga-bo-digga-bo-digga-bo!!!! and if you feel me put your hands up ,(hands in da sky) and if you feel me put em high,(put em high)... push 4 fingers and a i in da air, yo and wave em around like u just don't care like u just don 't care like u just don 't care Down&Out 1 have you ever tried 2 dig in a naked man's pocket? yo,i got the need 4 liquid,but there's a hole in a bucket. i would say „fukk it“,but i can't. by myself means nescescarry,like a teen needs a mu'fukkin'brand.. yo,i would hit the bank,if they would just let me in,yo, and i would play lottery,if they would just let me win. i would work hard 4 my cheese...if i had the time... but instead i'm writin'songs like these... „down and out“ is the name of this tune, representin'4 broke muthafukkas,a.k.a. my crew. „4lyn“ means fallin'down 2 the ground,if we find a fukkin penny,now how does that sound? i'm a lonesome mc far away from the riches. i bought a ski-mask 4 myself,so i can rob one of this rich bitches. but i ain't had the balls 4 that,so i took the mask back off and asked them instead... „ey baby,are u on ya way home? it's so cold and i don't wanna sleep alone.. the next thing u know,her chihuahua tries 2 bite in my balls and her friend shows up and crashed my head against the wall(ouch!!) this „blue devils“-quarterback wasn't part of my plans and this little dog wasnt part of my pants... do you wanna know,what else i've been into? skip three tracks forward,and the story continues. Bahama Mama this is a tale about a man, his vision is blurried and his world is spinning fast like fana brand new day means a brand new problem and all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them. no explanation for this bullshit, brain is out of order, mouth is like a full clip of ordinary things that he wannna tell the world... the man i talk about is me, the problem is a bad girl.. yo! she's a foxy one and full of ginger abled to turn men in to mice and "battlecats" into "cringers" it was hard to handle this shocks when „ms. sunny island“ met "mr. brompton city boondox" it ain't hard to tell that the way that i feel is like i'm trapped in a living hell. this mamacita drives me crazy and if this situation stays that way i'm pushing up some motherfukkin' daysies. when she crosses the alley, cars crash, and if you wistle after her you might risk a bash (ouch!) if you ask her for a date you might catch a smile... but she is too hot to handle so don't even try (... don't even try) (2x refrain) so what the deal mommy? haha! bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkin' game of love! so what the deal mommy? haha! i give you everything that i've got. i told her everything i did in the past, to find out more about the girl, that's only made for the braz. valentine cards i bought her , flowers and shit. a bunch of roses that i'd put to her door got stolen by a bunch of kids. i tried it all but nothing seems to fit, until my buddy chino came to me and told me basically this: (chino:)„put it in a song, a reggaetune, you know?" under her balcony i stood and sung so: „nah me the rude boy from brompton city singing for the irie girl that doesn't love me why don't you come down and hold me close?“ the only thing that really came down was some water icecold... now we are staring at each other without a plan she says:“ i've got to tell you a little something, maybe then you understand the things you did for me were cool but better hit the trail, cuz' i love to make love, but only to a female“ ( ... to a female, what the hell!!) (2xrefrain) so what the deal mommy? haha! bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkin' game of love. so what the deal mommy? haha! i give you everything that i've got. stop romancing, start dancing (ladies,shake that nasty ass,come on!! oooh,i like dat! ey yo,chi hit it off!!!) (2xrefrain) so what the deal mommy? haha! bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkin' game of love! so what the deal mommy? haha! i give you everything that i've got! (one mo'time 4 the ladies,come on!!) (2xrefrain) Poonanee hello,miss drag-dyke. u got a problem? tell me becuz i like 2 see u cry out ya eyeballs, even if i know that it's my fault. cuz u try 2 diss me,uhm,wayback.. by wantin'me 2 b ya gay-fag.. but now u see i found ma way back and also the strength 4 this mu'fukkin payback. but now,u say that u sorry but u still can't ignore me.. would u please jump off ma cock? cuz'I show u the fukkin' way 2 the door „miss-thang“, and from the inside i make sure that its locked! i'll break ya heart 4 only 1 fukkin reason cuz u broke ma will,u nah mean? and now u get tha reciet 4 all tha shit that u did sincerrily yours the ponkk that i ve been,u will... beg! poo-na-nee!,you're such a bad poo-na-neee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! good afternoon,miss shizophrenic. remember me,(oops), now u panic. i told u once and a million times, u try 2 fukk me up and u becum part of my rhymes,u whore! no more,no more, ya tschikka,ya tschikka you lil' hooka,hooka u see this finger-swinga? pointin his middlefinga in ya direction.. (not even a blind man could get an erection!!) but u tell lies, (funny how times flies) when ya havin' fun especially when u fukk wit a gun. yo,u fucked ma fam and now u bleed.. u lumpish hooka, i wish i could beat u down 2 da concrete,(beatch!), close ya lipz and shut up now (now!!!) but keep ya ears and ya eyez open wide, so u can see and hear what tha fukk iz up.. beg! poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! (i just want 2 let u know 1 thing about the person u fukked with... i cannot accept the fact that u are the one that shot me in da back!) u will ... beg! poo-na-nee!you're such a bad poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! you're such a bad poo-na-nee! beg! beg! beg! beg! beg! poo! beg! poo! beg! poo! beg! poo-na-nee!! Down&Out 2 welcome 2 the second chapter,my friend (my riend).. i told you 3 songs before,how the story began. believe me, bein' broke is not the best of all, but the worst of all is if u're tryin'2 be rich and have a dog hangin'on your testicals,yo. i ran away,and then i tried 2 hide. i saw this muthafukkin'bus on the corner,so i jumped inside. the doors got closed,so i took a look around,guess what i saw... 24 beautiful women,lookin at me without makin a sound. this must b a dream and i tried 2 wake up (shit!). but this little munster between my legs proved me da opposite,yo. one bite deeper,and i would sound like rob halford. so i said,listen up ladies,there's a thing that i need ya help 4. get this dog (shall i call it a dog or a rat?)off my dick,better make it quick, this little teeth are makin me sikk. they were from sweden,a cheerleadin-team, on their way 2 some kind of championship,if u know what i mean. the girl in the middle said:“get this pussy!“, i said :“what?now?“ „not you!the chihuahua,that seems 2 be part of your balls. “ey yo,the beast jumped off,and my menhood got saved, and 12 fukkin'hours later 24 pussies got shaved... No.11 so we got this far and you're still wonderin'why we do shit in our own kinda way!!(why?why?) first round-knock-out get da fukk out,why cant ya understand the way we're actin all day?(die!die!) call us strange,give us strait-jackets,10ton-chains won't keep us away from what we believe,so leave! suspension on our playground iz what u get and our rage iz what u will recieve! twinkle,twinkle lil' star...oh, i wonder where u are... u can't tell me nothing,but i can tell u anything... i can tell u everything... (but u never get it...) but u never get it... but u never get it... but u never get it... but u never get it!!!! yeah,whats your problem? tell me buddy, does it feel good 2 get fucked by everybody?? no doe 4 da brain-ticket...it's so dumb my friend... come again mr.wicked!!! second round-knock-out..stay da fukk out! u won't understand da way we're actin all day...(u never get it...) all this bullshit makes me sikk...2 all ya punks...sukk my dikk!!! (u never get it...) twinkle,twinkle,little girl...a black stain in ya intact world.. all ya envy cannot reach and all this bullshit cannot teach me... cannot taech me.... twinkle,twinkle,little girl...a black stain in your intact world.. all ya envious thoughts...can... never...teach...me... number 11!!!!! Wong Tsong like a bullet 2 your idols, just one word from me..and it goes it's way. like some gasoline into the fire, i burn your house down...with no delay! with no delay. with no delay. with no delay. aah yeah! i bring pain 2 the people who want it, and mad stress 2 tha critics who like to keep on frontin'... everyday,allday u keep strikin'my nerves. punk,step back in line and get what u deserve.. (oh...let me see...) who wanna be my lucky partner,who wants 2 get the best of me... i'm a put ya where your place iz at, cuz i will put u in my world where no peace is at,what... with no delay. with no delay. with no delay. with no delay. Quake common push me towards the edge don't ask just push me, pussy ( pussy ) haha. it'sjust you verses victim, victim verses edge, edge verses life and my life is full of crap,yo. first of all i wanna thank you for all the pain, and for drivin'me insane. all the time u steared enjoyed the fear minute 4 minute, day 4 day and year 4 year. but guess,who's the one that will take a stand who is the product of who's envoirement? so what? so what? u show my all the faults that i will never find. so what? so what? u try 2 fukk wit'my brain cuz'i'm one of your kind? so what? so what? u show me all the faults that i will never find. so what? so what? so now you got me where you always wanted me. no time to rest, cause all the time you tried 2 fukk with me. no place to run to so what am i supposed to do? turn around and give up just like a fool? should i leave my path and walk yours instead? just the thought about it makes me mad ! i fled like a refugee until this moment of truth, i got a loaded handgun don't make me shoot. cuz i'm ready to blow up this god damn spot, including ya eyes,ya head and ya punk ass guts!!! so what? so what? u show my all the faults that i will never find. so what? so what? u try 2 fukk with my brain, cuz i'm one of your kind? so what? so what? u show my all the faults that i will never find. so what? so what? pay!pay!pay! i told ya there is no time for peace no more. (do what i say with your eyes on the floor!) i got no remorse. My soul's already lost. ma youth was the prize, now the life is your cost. (fuck you!) conversation's already done, i never thought that payback is so much fun. so throw your hands up in the air, oh,you wanna live? why should i care ? i analized your backbone,you're like an opened book. you lil' son of a bitch and son of a crook,duck down! so what? so what? it's time 2 break down these walls,you know what's up !!!so what? so what? fukk you!!!!!!!!! it's time 2 break down these walls,u know what's up!!! so what? so what?!!!!!!!! Discohead hey mr.bouncer, let me get me inside this club. i wanna dance my ass off 2nite (2nite..). kane,dee and chino are already in and i'm braz,the singer of 4lyn. i wanna meet my people and also i wanna meet my darlin'(my darlin'). i wanna dance,iwanna dance 2 b the king 2nite. i wanna b a discohead, oooh-oooh-baby-baby, ooh-ooh-baby c'mon… i got ma superstars on and the mirrorball is waitin' 4 me... so get me WWW.insi.DE .com on (whoo-ha!). see all this hoochie-mamas on their way 2 da wardrobe,wanna feel mo' comfortable. s see booties (oh,that hurts!) high-heels and miniskirts. hookers dressed like queens, and if u would b here,then u would know what i mean,yo.. eyeballs are ready 2 burst, and i got da „big-ball-type-a-walk“ as if ma name was fred (beeep) dominic on the bar-chillin' kellner-surrounded by millions of good lokkin honeydips yo,they're lookin' in my direction as i start 2 flip. big eyes and wet lips, lookin at me,like i was the singer of „headtrip“ (what?) call me uncle braz and put my hips to the test. ladies u are good 2 go,so let me see that „tootsie-roll“ u dont have 2 fear this cuz the reason why i came here is... i wanna dance-i wanna dance... i wanna move-get in da groove... they're stearin' at my butt as i start 2 shake it, the next thing u know is that i get buttnaked. and with one hand at ma genitals i do the move i do the best of all, i look like i dont care and then i scream... ...put ya hands in the air!!! Alina this one is goin out 2 all our peepz out there who brought us 2 tha next level, 2 da 4lyn-level.and had our backs 4 mad years. Now ist time 4 us 2 take it back and pay dues and pay respect 2 all our families,friends and fans... u saw me trippin on da mic,everday. see where i am now? got a heavy-debut out now, POW! it's been a long time,like rakim said wayback. and i met a lot of people,sum of them were cool and sum were whack! paperchasin-idiots-i saw em slime, and rootless-wannabe's,i saw em try 2 rhyme. i met people wit' no backbone, try 2 dig in ma pocket. and i met people,no matter what,they knew how 2 rock it. I dedicate this track 2 all the people who gave me love. 2 mom,peter z.,n-dog up above. nastee-naughty and p-dog 4 holdin' it down... brompton-city-old-skool-roots by tha pound. and john ,i wish ya ass could be here... cuz without u,theres nothing the same out here. people like u make dis life worth livin and i love u 4 dat 4 lookin after me and watchin ma back..peace. and 4 my peepz i truly care,cuz without some of them i wouldnt be here, be here.and they all know how i feel... 2 ma mentor,teacher and my idol-ma cousin guido i hope u got away from suicide. found a better crib? I hope ya ass is gettin well. life is hard these days,yo,it aint hard 2tell. mr chips

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