Furious is the debut album of Soopa Villainz released in 2005. The album peaked at #9 on the Billboard "Top Independent Albums" chart, #42 on the "Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums" chart and #92 on the Billboard 200.
Vin Diesel (born Mark Sinclair Vincent; July 18, 1967) is an American actor, writer, director and producer. He became known in the early 2000s, appearing in several successful Hollywood films, including The Fast and the Furious and xXx. He founded the production companies One Race Films, Tigon Studios and Racetrack Records.
Vin Diesel was born in New York City, the son of Delora, a psychiatrist and astrologer. Diesel has white and black ancestry. He has described himself as "definitely a person of color" and stated that he is "of ambiguous ethnicity – Italian and a lot of other stuff." Diesel has never met his biological father, and was raised by his African-American stepfather, Irving, an acting instructor and theatre manager. He made his stage debut at age seven when he appeared in the children's play Dinosaur Door, written by Barbara Garson. The play was produced at Theater for the New City in New York's Greenwich Village. His involvement in the play came about when he, his brother, and some friends had broken into Theater for the New City's space on Jane Street with the intent to vandalize it. They were confronted by the theater's artistic director, Crystal Field, who, instead of calling the police, handed them scripts and offered them parts in the upcoming show. He remained involved with the theatre throughout adolescence, going on to attend the city's Hunter College, where his creative writing studies led him to begin screenwriting. Diesel became an active film-maker in the early 1990s, first earning notice for the short film Multi-Facial, which was selected for screening at the 1995 Cannes Festival. Diesel has identified himself as a "multi-faceted" actor as a result of early difficulties finding roles due to his mixed heritage.
Plot
Joe Manning fights with his wife and storms out of the house to clear his head. As he wanders aimlessly for hours he finds himself in a bad side of town. There he witnesses a murder and is pursued by gangsters who mistake him for the killer of their slain comrade. Tormented by the images of the slain youth, Joe begins to have nightmares and sleep slowly eludes him. His wife Molly seeks solutions in friends, doctors and the church. Soon, Joe cannot tell the difference between his pursuers in real life and those in his nightmares. Are they real or is it just MIND TRICKS?
Plot
Consumed by rage after losing his wife on 9/11, Michael Penn (Ken Collins) enlists in the military with an obsession for vengeance on the battlefield. Penn soon becomes entangled in a deadly black project designed to generate the ultimate assassin. Renamed: "Sandman," Penn and sleeper-killers like him find themselves in a brutal game on the streets of America where they can come off the board at any time. Jay Hewlett executes a gripping performance as Malcolm, the NSA agent tasked with eliminating the problem before embarrassing details are exposed. "Dead Americans" is a provocative thriller that is as exciting as it is timely. There is no margin for error for Penn and the others as they discover, that when your time comes, its not death, it's deactivation.
Keywords: afghanistan, assassin, conspiracy, cover-up, government, implant, mind-control, motorcycle, nsa, suicide
It's not death, it's deactivation.
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1
Yeah
It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me?
R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?
Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya'll ain't feelin (who)
Ya'll don't like (who)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36
We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player (murderers)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
You're furious
I never taught you to sing
You carry rocks in your head and pitch them
Without warning
Happy drunk
You're furious
I beg you for sin
I beg your skin
You buy a whore
Don't give her water
He had that pain in the knee
Made him walk like a duck
Popping pills like a junkie
Born to lose/out of luck
The other wasn't much brighter
But he had a dream
Beat the hell out of a farmer
Easy play as it seems
Chorus:
No help, no God
No angel, cold blood
No game, no odd
Pray the holy lord, God knows they gonna die in cold blood
There were no moon in the sky
No single soul to be seen
They were surprised by a child
The first to die on the scene
Very far screams were hearded
Blood was pourring out
A woman was beheaded
Her guts hanging out
Chorus
Solo
At the end they were seven
Man, wife and children
Died on the hand of men
Loving God had no time for them
There were not much to say
On their way back to the city
They didn't find any money
It was a poor family
Chorus
Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1
[Ja Rule]
Yeah
It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me?
R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?
[Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya'll ain't feelin (who)
Ya'll don't like (who)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36
[Chorus]
[O1]
We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player (murderers)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you"
[Chorus]
Fearing this bloody creeping place
The tomb of anger & hatred
Deep into, this hollow grave
You must escape your fate
Chorus:
Fight You won't leave this evil night
Darkness fill your soul
Die Blood is lurking in your eyes
Just as you were told
Deep into this frightening tomb
The undead are living
Nocturnal eyes, lurking you tonight
Through these cold evil walls
CHORUS
Ancient death warriors now rise
The dead laugh before your eyes
They are in, for the kill
Breaking their chains of steel
CHORUS
See This will be your destiny
Your fate is black and cold
We Hoping you will be happy
Loosing off your soul!
Furious:
Jeremy Riddle
Nothing can tear us from
The grip of His mighty love
We’ve only glimpsed, His vast affection
Heard whispers of, His heart and passion
It’s pouring out…
His love is deep, His love is wide
And it covers us
His love is fierce, His love is strong
It is furious
His love is sweet, His love is wild
And it's waking hearts to life
The Father loves and sends His son
The Son lays down His life for all
He lavishes His love upon us
He calls us now, His sons and daughters
He’s reaching out…
… and its waking hearts to life
He is waking hearts to life
why don't you save your sould?
let loose your dogs of war
abandon your done capital
burn all your flags and
hold onto
hold onto nothing
and the stones in your stomach
become a part of the sea
and the mark
that your footprint leaves
in the sand
starts to lighten
and finally whispers
whispers "I am gone"
don't wait for the last page
don't wait for your final breath
don't wait for the pendulum to drop
it swings so low today
don't wait
don't wait for nothing
and you'll wrap up the tears
of forty thousand gone
who wish they'd acted out
when they had time
and they had voice
to tempt the furies
the furies are not gone
are you not furious?
are you not furious?
are you not furious?
are you not furious?
wait for, wait for what?
wait for, wait for what?
are you not furious?
are you not furious enough?
are you not furious?