BlackPanthers

We ain’t done so much for the Slovak hip hop so far, only because we’ve always been busy with the struggle against the Nazism, and all other silillar bullshit-isms! And we’been partying a lot too … we’re just living the gangsta rap!

Here we are!

Straight run away from the field niggaz, who proclaimed a war against the ignorance and apathy and vanished in the streetz of Bratislava. We proudly present an underground rap production, to resurrect the fame of the gangsta hip-hop and show some respect to all, who ain’t given it up.

We are bringing free art, for the free souls, an option to enslaving fast-selling sterile almost-music. Gangsta rap for some fat whoofers, to a crush, hold up, old good super violence, or just for taking some puffs.

Our production is supposed to add some to the world peace, human understanding, inspire towards an active effort for a free tomorrow, without hate and prejudies, wars and suffering for our children all around the planet.

Why?

Just ‘cause we want to! Who, if not US? When, if not right now?

Now in what way are we keeping the memories of the November 17th ’89 alive? We ain’t, just because the bitchez, that got the power these days were crouched in their holes, shittin their pants in their sewers, shivering with the fear the world’s gonna find out what kind of hoes they really are.

Now we are the evolution champions, November ’89 generation, loving lying at the shore, head leaned against some juggs, blunt straight to the sun and we aaaaaaain’t going back to the cotton!

So whatcha gonna do, bitch?

THISISBLAVAMOTHAFUCK!