D'après le myspace du groupe l'album devrait être achevé vers le milieu du mois de janvier. On peut donc s'attendre à une très prochaine sortie...
Toujours d'après le myspace l'album à été mixé par Logan Mader.
"Get ready, because the wait is over, and the ground is starting to shake!"
Voici un récapitulatif des sorties Wu-Tang et Wu-Fam de l'année 2008.
Série de vidéos faite durant les lives d'Afu-Ra, Masta Killa & DJ PF Cuttin en Pologne, en septembre dernier. La qualité n'est pas extra, mais ça passe et ca reste sympa!
25/09/08
Mk & Afu-Ra - Living Like That
Masta Killa - One Blood Under W
Masta Killa - Medley
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27/09/08
Mk & Afu-Ra - Living Like That
Masta Killa - Digi Warfare
En bonus l'annonce publicitaire...
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1er extrait de son Street Album "Kinetic Radio", annoncé sur son site internet
D'apres Kinetic.com on retrouvera sur l'album RZA, ODB, Killarmy, Prodigal Sunn...
Il n'y a pas encore de date de sortie précise.
Kinetic - Bitches Know My Name
1er Clip de l'album West Coast Killa Bees, sortie en juillet 2008. La qualité fait peur, espérons qu'un autre version sera dispo rapidement.
Son : Bust Ya Gunz
Artiste : Northstar feat Warcloud
Producteur : Skarekrow
Album : West Coast Killa Bees
Date : Juillet 2008 /Octobre 2004 (Diffusion internet)
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Histoire de bien commencer la nouvelle année, voici un des son de la reédition de "Prince Of New York" :
9th Prince Feat Masta Killa, Killa Sin & Dom Pachino - "Hood Life"
[Chorus: male singer]
This is hood life
All my thugs rolling on dubs, living the good life
This is hood life
Everyday we live our lives, like it's the last time
This is hood life
Baby girl, if you don't know, this is the hood life
This is hood life
[Masta Killa]
Son died wit the gun on his waist
Watch the barrel spin, the rude one beg no friends
Arm self, we bomb for the wealth
And chant, men engage in battle, set the stage
I'm prepared with today's Math, my mic be my rod and staff
All hail, this is Irief Jamel
Chief of the Chee Saw, gun you down southpaw
Still fuck my pussy raw, all praises due to Allah
Who wanna spar mind, on the 64
Truth be the bulletproof, be 'em wit the moo-moof
Truth within reach, born breach, I still teach
Civilization, to all the human families
[Dom Pachino]
Who's the Spanish kid, damage your shit, and he reppin'
To a nasty track, get the crowd moving, just like my weapon
Disrespecting who? Playboy, I thought you knew
Killarmy's a congregation of niggas that'll murder you
We talking prime time, no bells ringing, never heard of you
But if I died, and you fucking with fam, then I'm serving you
Personally, ain't no rehearsing your speech
I give you chills when I come through like a chalkboard screech
I never ask for nothing twice, I usually take it
You'se a tool that don't work right, and usually break it
I'm a keep it real nigga, ya'll usually fake it
Ya'll play around wit bitches, I strip 'em naked
I that hit you wit that Smith & Wess' I found in the lake, kid
Ya'll don't hear me? Then ya'll don't need to be near me
I'm not insane, I think it's just a life of pain
Raps, gats and drugs, just run through my veins
Not to mention, all that life adore
All the times I had to pull out and hit the floor
Exchange shots, empty the clip and serve one more
And if no one got hit, then we call it a draw
It's hood life, if you been there, I don't need to tell you
If you smell like swine or pussy, I don't need to smell you
Play your part, my thoughts is like state of the art
X-rays, don't play, slugs'll rip you apart
[Chorus]
[Killa Sin]
First things first, just let it be known, blow 'em from the dirt
Putting in work to get mine, yo fuck getting jerked
See I find the true shine lie within scent
Blinding these dispising envious niggas who analyzing my men
Ya'll weak cats? I seek and destroy like break beats
I take heat, from the fake in the street, and tap your feet
You know what I mean, don't touch me, rest of ya'll get amped up
Like Guess jeans, but courtesy like dry cleaners specialty
The recipe to me be 36 forms of energy
Born and swarm on, any enemy, remember me?
Last name's heard, and that's my word, you shot back but missed me
You bird, you blazing me is crazy absurd
Handle the cannon like I'm Julius Irv' and ball wit it
Violate and I'mma leave that ass just out the curb
[9th Prince]
Aiyo when lightning strikes my brain, electricity travel through my body
Twenty thugs with snubs, all up in the party
Knight Rider Ferrari, bitches, guns and drugs
Lay around in the dining room
Staten Island Platoon coming soon, money, greed and the law
My lyrics is hot in the summer June
Without Loud Records, my Army make more noise than kaboom
Magazine queen turn fiend for CREAM
She drown in the pool of carasine
Her big mouth is what lead to fire, to the gasoline, she blew up
Like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven
4th Disciple electronic musician
Bitch ass niggas play your position
Examine more bodies than a physician, physician...
[Chorus]
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De l'album "Afro Samurai Resurrection", prévu pour Janvier 2009
[Kool G. Rap]
This religous get made, clean titles through the edge of a blade
Afro bro flow, smoother than '70's suede
Number one headband, hold an edge, you'se a dead man
Noted ID's, IV's or bed pans
Sword still left hand, blood in the red sand
You know where I rep the desert lands wit a desert blam
The baby working my heavy hands, dudes call him Afro
Precise style from big piece to asshole
And y'all talk like I'm the one to listen
I'm on a long mission, dude is gone fishing
Seven thirty early, you beating the dog fisherman
I don't chase 'em or replace 'em, I fish 'em in
I take a him shot, and walk away whistling
Plot on tops of the five fam at the christening
Bubble goose, double loop like the Michelen man
Streets of N.Y.C. to the Michigan, man
[Chorus: Suga Bang Bang]
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
Boy, you know, you already know, boy, you already know
[Inspectah Deck]
Straight out the woods, where the hoods don't come
It's the legend and I'm second to none, son it's better to run
Try and test before you get to ya gun
You gon' leave wit ya head in the trunk
Sho' nuff I'm a beast on the stretch, realize
You done said ya last words once I reach for the hip
Man don't even give me reason to flip, it's the season to flip
You know the drill, so don't even resist
The kid lives wit the blade, one wit the jungle
Calm and I'm humble, but I said it in the rage
I'm looking for some getback, getback
I'm quick to push ya wig back, nigga shouldn't have did that
Now I'm on your ass like tight pants
All across mountain top, deep water and highlands
See me, see the Indian dance, for all ya'll
I'm death in the flesh, remember my face
[Chorus]
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