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Pearls & Beauty Every morning I wake Up And I'm laying next to you I wanna thank God Or the Devil, for sending you Cause your my Girl My Wife My Sis Mother of my son Your my favorite color And the air that I breath all day Your like a drug When I feel fucked up You come to save my day One in a million like a promise so hard to find I'm so happy I met you and so thankful that your mine What we've got is so special (special) A million people could search their whole life long No words can exprese the way that I feel that's why I wrote you this song Because I'm nothing if your not by my side You give me love when I don't deserve it Cause you know that's when I need it the most Because I'm nothing if your not by my side Baby girl, I love you more then I ever thought I could And it's alright Since I've known you My world is perfect What have I done to deserve you Your like a goddess in my eyes You make me cry when I want you And smile when I can If I've got nothing to say I know you'll understand Baby I would kill for you Would give up everything I've got Just to stay with you for a life time Believe it or not I love everything you do And would do anything for you And I know you feel the same way too Because I'm nothing if your not by my side You give me love when I don't deserve it Cause you know that's when I need it the most Because I'm nothing if your not by my side Baby girl, I love you more then I ever thought I could And it's alright Your spirit is beautiful There is nothing in this world I wouldn't buy for you When I'm seperated from my baby girl It makes me wanna crash the world You wanna know why? Because I'm nothing if your not by my side You give me love when I don't deserve it Cause you know that's when I need it the most Because I'm nothing if your not by my side Baby girl, I love you more then I ever thought I could And it's alright Because I'm nothing if your not by my side Baby girl, I love you more then I ever thought I could And it's alright 2nd Round we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy you! we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy the people. we want to satisfy you! you thought we would let you down? but guess whoīs bakk for the fukkin second round? what a scenario. what do you got in your stereo? tell me,do you hear me,though? my voice right now on album no.two! 4fukkin- what? 4fukkinlyn! so fukkinīwhat? let me begin! we came to ease the pain, and we drink sweat instead of champagne! whatīs next on the menu? blood on the floor when we leave the venue! attakk of the restless! do you wanna test this? we donīt give a fukk who the best is! we do what we gotta do! we say what we gotta say! we bleed like the everyone of you... each and every fukkin day!! if you had lukk,but lost it,trust in the band that rokks the moshpit! Angry Horns hey young man, tell me where youīre going? tell me whatīs your mission? tell me what the fukk are you doinīon friday,the one i call my day. gotta spend some of my time,so look my way. donīt you hate livinīa life behind closed doors. you wanna be anywhere else but home of course ya know? homework or work sucks and itīs a matter of fact you got no love for the fucker that ducks. so i take your ass where itīs supposed to be at... where youīll meet me and the other three at. let off whatīs inside of your head. dance or drop dead! muthafuck grey skies and being sad. now your eyes are burninīfrom the smoke. your lungs inhale the taste of beer and dope. your parents been here 30 years ago for the same fuckinīreasons why youīre here,ya know? but that was then,now the choice is yours. you gotta make yourself at home, youīve been here before these are the players of my team , wanna meet yours. letīs play a little game behind closed doors. (you hear the sound of the sirens? you hear the sound that goes "whoop-whoop"? these are the sounds of the angry horns, so everybody come on!!) boys-fighters! girls-fighters! skaters-fighters! rokkers-fighters! nobodies-fighters! freaks-fighters! sikkos-fighters! weedheads-fighters! i want you to feel yourself! i want you to feel.... yo,hereīs no invitation needed, as long you know what you came for and that you can leave bleeding. are you ready to take a punch? nobody in here really wants to know what you had for lunch! are you stressed out by your mom and dad? your boss the fag? your cutie gave somone else what you never had? you seem to be the missing part of the puzzle, all you gotta do right now is to pass this tunnel. but watch out! not everybody wanna dance the way you do... not everybody understands the way you move. look out for your fam that is out for the same shit tonight... and the people who want to fight! (you hear the sounds of the sirens? you hear the sound that goes "whoop-whoop"? these are the sounds of the angry horns, so everybody come on!!) ladies-fighters! lyns-fighters! divers-fighters! punks-fighters! blakks-fighters! whiteys-fighters! asians-fighters! redheads-fighters! i want you to feel yourself! i want you to feel.... the people will bounce.... kids-fighters! grown upīs-fighters! psychos-fighters! winners-fighters! loosers-fighters! headbangers-fighters! rebels-fighters! groupies-fighters! i want you to feel yourself! i want you to feel! all of yaīll-fighters! i want you to feel yourself! i want you to feel... Brompton-City Anthem this one for the individuals that surround me everyday, when iīm at home,smokinī bones in the coo-cooīs-way. day in and day out,itīs the same old song, inside of my livingroom, until weīre dead and gone. "who got weed?", "if you come over bring something to eat!", "whoīs rollinīthe next one?", "the uncle indeed!" 4-20 to the fullest and it ainīt no stoppinī... we drink beer,no christalīs poppinī. yo,itīs on but the tv is out, "ohhhhh....!" "has anybody seen the fukkinīremote controle?" "NO?" "how can it be?everynight itīs nowhere to find!" "yo,you sit on that damn thing,muthafukka,are you blind??" switch the damn thing on,what do we have here? "nothing!" "yo,who the fukk knokked over my beer??" "it wasnīt me!" "yoīmama came over and did it!" "ahh,fukk you!" "ey yo, puff, puff-give, dikker!" yeah,iīm with it... hanginīin my house is a daily routine. why donīt you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? six red eyes blinkin in the dark... and you can smell our buddha-smoke even if youīre in new york, when itīs on... for years we keep doin this. known for beinīnot much more than just this. BROMPTON CITY! yo, baby thatīs the deal. itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! BROMPTON CITY! for years we keep doinīthat. known for beinīnot much more than just glad. BROMPTON CITY! yo baby, thatīs the spot. itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! weīre jokinīabout each other and other muthafukkers around. when it comes to KTS you hear us laughinī loud. let ma introduce "redhead","rottweiler" and "zed"... "alder, noch soīne tüde und ich muss ins bett!" we laugh harder when weīre surfinī though the world wide web. guestbook-terror,when we īre fukkinī up the internet. big up to "fast-h" and the rest of them gringos who donīt understand our brompton-city-lingo! "yo nas, why donīt you light up another bone?", "pikk up the phone!", "yo,itīs samira and sheīs all alone!", "yo,gimme that!", "yo,babygirl,whatīs up?" "nothing, but i guess you three muthafukkers are high as fukk!" thatīs right, becuzī weīre living in a world of fog. we make them dogs bark and my silly neighbours talk. everynight we turn green like the incredible hulk. "yo,that shit is banginī!" oh,my god! hanginīon my couch is a daily routine. why donīt you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? six eyes still red, cuzīweīre high again, and you can smell our buddha-smoke even iī youre in japan, when itīs on! for years we keep doin this. known for beinī not much more than just this. BROMPTON CITY! yo, baby thatīs the deal. itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! BROMPTON CITY! for years we keep doinīthat. known for beinīnot much more than just glad. BROMPTON CITY! yo baby, thatīs the spot. itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! Deadnekk what kind of deadnekk have i been in the past, to believe in something that wonīt last. when i looked at you i saw nothing and felt nothing, but an endless emptiness. without me you are not complete thereīs only one pair of lips that you can read!! holdin ī hands tilīthe end of time. tilīthe end of time youīre mine!! everyday itīs the same. you donīt listen to what i say. donīt accept the man that i am, donīt even try to understand? should i stay,should i leave? should i fight the love in me? do i hate you like i really should? here i sit with a clenched fist in my corner. full of agression,i am drunk and full of hate. i keep tellinīmyself to cool down and spit on this bitch. better ...forget her! leave me...you will come bakk! me and you,you and me,baby thatīs perfect! holdinīhands tilīthe end of time. tilīthe end of time you are mine!) everyday itīs the same. you donīt listen to what i say. donīt accept the man that i am, donīt even try to under stand? should i stay,should i leave? should i fight the love in me? do i hate you like i really should? nothing is good! nothing is ever good! Husky i sit here in my room all alone and keep starinīat a picture of us both. itīs unbelievable tilīnow. i got that feeling that i loose all ma hope. itīs been much too long since we last spoke. but i still can hear you speak to me about all your problems and how great life could be... if you just had more time,then everything wouldīve been so fine. but there was only one way out to destroy all the stop-signs. i turned on the radio that morning, but could not believe what my ears seemed to hear.... but deep in my heart i knew that is was you who disappeared. you found a way outta your struggle,a way outta your trouble... and all your miseries got blown away. and if you hear me somehow... this is what i gotta say (this what i gotta say to you) and i hope youīre okay, wherever you may be, whatever you may do at this moment. and i hope youīre okay, whatever you may see... you will always be missed by me. it feels like yesterday, when i reminisce all the things we did. chasinīgirls across the classroom,bakk when we were kids. last week i saw your mom at your funeral, she told you what she did that day. just like me,when i stand at the same place and think about what to say i canīt wait til i see your face again, but until that day i have to hold on. stay strong til?i find the same way... the way youīve gone. and i hope youīre okay, wherever you may be, whatever you may do at this moment. and i hope youīre okay, whatever you may see... you will always be missed by me. i cry! and i hope youīre okay, wherever you may be, whatever you may do at this moment. and i hope youīre okay, whatever you may see... you will always be missed by me i think about you every day. nothing is the same since youīre away. rest in peace, sleep well my friend... there will be a day weīll meet again. Lil' Indians there goes my brother i know from my childhood. there goes my brother that i doesnīt know me now. too emberassing!itīs too emberassing. i want to greet him,but i donīt know how... in kindergarten we shared everything, we were family forever. kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground, parents hated us but we didnīt care. the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up... we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!). but that is long ago,you donīt know me no more.. but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones. yo,should i greet,should i not? should i speak,should i not? should i let him pass me by? but what if he doesnīt recognize my face? iīm his brother from bakk in the days! yo,should i run,should i hide? should i jump on the side? should i let him walk away? maybe itīs better, but i will never know if i dont even try... hey... there goes my brother i know from my childhood. there goes my brother that i doesnīt know me now. too emberassing!itīs too emberassing. i want to greet him,but i donīt know how... Me Vs. Me war! you thought i let you get away with this little thing i call my soul? you thought i tolerate your silent terror? NO! i come bakk! i come bakk! believe it or not... this means war against myself... believe it or not... believe it or not... this means war against myself... believe it or not... your spittinī image is spittinīon you and itīs afraid of what it is about to do. i speak the unspoken and i know the unknown code of the bakkdoor,straight to your dome! protect yourself from yourself by yourself... it wonīt help. this is fun, grab a gun, choose the one that is about to get done.. fukk me up now!!!! believe it or not... this means war against myself... believe it or not... believe it or not... this means war against myself... believe it or not... believe it or not! None Of Y'All (featuring Afu-Ra) we keep things cookinī from hamburg to brooklyn. none of yaīll is understanding this protocoll, so i guess we gotta spit it yaīll! listen up! i got somthing to say . i wonīt repeat it again for nobody. now,that iīm here where i always wanted to be, it seems that everybody has a reason to hate me. hate me-for what i am! hate me-for what i do! hate me-for the way i sound! hate me-me and my crew! where the fukk is the support that you promised to pay to me when iīll be up there... where YOU wanted me to be??? bakk in the days... you want me to be someone i cannot... be for none of yaīll! you want me to be someone i cannot be! afu ra: i got to rip the trakk and stand strong on my own, man. and iīm about to be my own man. what up witīthat? bustinīthrough with a battle- axe. gimme me my mic bakk, i break ya bakk with a fukkin trakk! (yeah!) with the facts, step aside, 4lyn and afu bring it bakk stop your cryinī.... you want me to be someone i cannot... be for none of yaīll! you want me to be someone i cannot be!! stop! i donīt understand a word you say but iīam sure that i donīt wanna hear it! you want me to be someone i cannot... be for none of yaīll! you want me to be someone i cannot be!! Not Like You one, two...one, two, three letīs go! yeah! come on! what are you lookinīat? do i look so different? okay, i donīt look like you, but i think thatīs alright! what are you stearinīat? is it my black fingernails? is it my triple-X-L - pants thatīs hanginīunder my ass? do you like waht you see? do you think that itīs digusting? or do you really wanna look like the way i do? i am someone, you donīt want your sister to go out with. iīm a freak, baby! a freak that keeps the people shoutinī... yeah, yeah! iīm so happy that i am the way that i am and iīm so happy that iīm not like you! FUCK the standard! FUCK the rest! iīm an original,o-o-riginal! i sleep all day because i stay awake all night. i got no nine to five and no girl that cries. got no serious job that is stressinīme out. seperate myself from you,thatīs what iīm about! i smile in your face, behind your back i talk trash. iīm shakinīyour hand before i kick your ass! iīm a devil, baby, coming straight outta hell! donīt believe a word you say or the stories you tell! you made me this way, so accept the concequence, that you and me will never be friends! YEAH! iīm so happy that i am the way that i am and iīm so happy that iīm not like you! FUKK the standard! FUKK the rest! iīm an original, o-o-riginal! i donīt talk like you! i donīt walk like you! donīt need to jump through all the same hoops you do. i donīt dress like you! donīt get stressed like you! donīt have to follow all the same rules you do! it feels so good not to be a part of you and your stoopid little world that is made of fools. everyday same old shit, same old life, same old job, 24 - 7 -365. always kissin ass the whole day through... thatīs why i never wanna be like you! iīm so happy that i am the way that i am and iīm so happy that iīm not like you! FUCK the standard! FUCK the rest! iīm an original, o-o-riginal! not like you! Realcuties what comes around goes around... and you fukkers gotta get yours. chekk this out... i never wanted this to happen,but it did. now iīll leave a message for all you little kids. you were drunk that night, full of adrenaline. played a big show in a big hall,but nobody was in. oops,sorry i forgot...all your invisible fans were there to blow up the spot. your moshpit was as big as your dikks! and thatīs the reason why you wanted to fukk up the whole 4lyn- clikk. sorry boys,but thatīs how it is. you got no talent,no style and thatīs the reason why youīre pissed. you little girls wanna play ball? so grab the mic and fight bakk,i knokk you faggots off the wall!!! you never get the throne iīm sittinīon... not even the toilet that iīm shittinīon. nobody needs your crossover-cabaret! your rapper sounds like "gamma ray" that is about to "ram a gay"!!! i let you little pussies likk my balls! so much competition...i kikkedīem all. i let you muthafukkers know the deal... you ainīt got mass-appeal,but you are gays for real! for sure! you want to do it like i do,baby... you wanna be in my position, thatīs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin... you want to do it like i do,baby... you wanna reach the status iīm in... what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no! that brings me straight to the next contester. the next victim of my lyrical molester. you thought,you were save,little ordinary? i fukk you up,too,mister o------!!! go,and buy yourself a new pair of arms, so you can reach the microphne that i will turn into a timebomb. i smile at you and then i hit the switch... i blow your fat butt into pieces...sorry bitch! remember the shirt,that you gave me in the past? i only used it one time..for wipinīmy ass. with your "wannabe punk-rokk" you will get nothing done, and the only girl you date is your mom! you cannot sing when it comes to that. i cannot believe that i gave your sorry ass respect. i gave you props ītil i saw you play live.. in this game you wannabe-professional, you wonīt survive. you try to be the next "r.a.t.m.", but hey,to me you faggots look like "YMCA"!! keep your big mouth shut and stand in line...(muthafukka!) against me youīll need an army...while i just need one rhyme... believe that! you want to do it like i do,baby... you wanna be in my position, thatīs the reason why you muthafukkas keep on dissin... you want to do it like i do,baby... you want to reach the status iīm in... what,what,this is a battle that you cannot win,no! please,take it personal! keep your wakk-ass-songs in your rehearsinī-room! bitch,i said please, donīt mistake me when i speak about your shit, because your shit is weak!! crap,is what i call your style, youīre like a formula one-tire...low profile! thatīs it,thatīs all,my friend. ey yo,russo!hook me up again! Shelltoes & Fatlaces yo,i came a long way (belive that!), but still know where i started from and where this art is cominīfrom... the masters of ceremony. rule or cry! do or die! for the microphone... and i was able to speak but not able to hold a mic. was able rhyme, not able to speak them lines right. but i waited for the day until the time was right. i wrote all night until then i kept it quiet.(shhh) there still too many talented mcīs unsigned , too many untalented muthafukkers on my mind. i get angry when a rookie steps up with words that donīt make sense. tellinīme to get up...like this... (you wanna battle? you wanna go against me? iīm the best around as you can see..) oh,canīt you see that this is me??? (this is real!) oh,canīt you feel that this is real??? first,pay dues to the old school and respect the veterans or you will never be better than the average rapper.take a look... just because you can write doesnīt mean that you can use a blakkbook.(did you hear me?). (but you love guitars...) - but iīm true to the game! (what you do this for??)- yo, i do it for the fame! (yo,i got moīcash than you!)-than give me all you can! but if youīre broke,ask juvinille ("you understand??") i donīt roll a benz i got a v-dove. and all you hiphops get all my love. without you i wouldnīt be here (remember that??). if not, chekk the song called "alina i donīt want to disrespect. donīt blame me if you miss respect. i just wanted to make one thing clear...(say what?) my love for hiphop is the reason,why braskoīs still here. traditional mc-metaphors...is what i use, and why iīm gettinīapplause. itīs not about videos,bitches or cars... itīs about understanding,so keep your creditcard shhhhh......... oh,canīt you see that this is me??? namebelts, kangols, blokkparties and all that. oh,canīt you feel that this is real??? spraycans, fatcaps, wholecars- FOREVER!! oh,canīt you see that this is me??? uprokk,bakkflips, headspins and sixsteps. oh, canīt you feel that this is real??? shelltoes and our laces were fat!! U Know Nothing you bumrush , but ainīt got no bombs that explode. itīs your "object of envy" , the next episode. you wanted "a new hope" , a group that sounds dope, a bunch of freaks everyone wants to know. that was then and now you atakk, so itīs a fact that my "empire will strike bakk" r.o.n.i., returns like the jedi, with one fukkinīlookinīand one damn dead eye. the lookinīs for my people and the dead oneīs for the idiots that love to stikk their fingers in the inside of my head. they d.i. double-g.i.n. i. n. my twisted brainwaves tilī they found what theyīve been lookinīfor,to drive me mad.. please,give me no room to breathe,no corner to rest, no drop of water to wash away the stress... iīll stay down and dirty and do what the fukk i do best ... i hit īcha right in the chest... YOU KNOW NOTHING!! you say i sukk on the microphone? YOU KNOW NOTHING!! but never listened to the words i call my own! my reasons for this are completly wrong? but i will do this tilī the day that iīm gone!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! you say i get no respect? YOU KNOW NOTHING!! i get a lot and i pay it bakk! you pump your fist and you want to smakk me? itīs not my fault that your girlīs gone.. pooh...save all your drama for your friends. you knew how to start trouble,but only i know how it ends. your ex-girlīs jokinī , your noseboneīs broken, not by my fist but by the words that iīm spoken. i told everyone chekk my lyrical-content. it sounds funny it donīt mean that itīs nonsense! you canīt read between the lines but put lines in between. you chekk yourself,but donīt chekk what i mean!! everybody seem to be intelligent enough to see the blood and sweat and tears that we had put into this game. so why the h.e.double-l. you try to f.u.double-k with us and make 4-l.y.n. the ones who are to blame?? give me no room to breathe,no brandnew start... what you do turns what i do into art.. you fukked with wrong man,with the wrong squad... guess who pulls your card when itīs time to play hard! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! you say that we sell the hell out? YOU KNOW NOTHING!! chekk the difference of "sell-a-lot" and "sell out"! you say our world is made of glitter and gold, but the only thing thatīs golden is the mic that i hold!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! a posinīcopycat is what you call me?? YOU KNOW NOTHING!! but dontīt know for how long i m.cee!! none of us got mad chadder or blink-blink, just one love for this thing... YOU KNOW NOTHING!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! you say our world is made of glitter and gold, but the only thing thatīs golden is the mic that i hold!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! YOU KNOW NOTHING!! my reasons for this are completly wrong? but i will do this tilī the day that iīm gone!!

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