The term narcotic (pronunciation: /nɑrˈkɑːtɨk/, from ancient Greek ναρκῶ narkō, "Ι benumb") originally referred medically to any psychoactive compound with any sleep-inducing properties. In the United States of America it has since become associated with opioids, commonly morphine and heroin and their derivatives, such as hydrocodone. The term is, today, imprecisely defined and typically has negative connotations. When used in a legal context in the US, a narcotic drug is simply one that is totally prohibited, or one that is used in violation of strict governmental regulation, such as heroin or morphine.
From a pharmacological standpoint it is not a useful term, as is evidenced by the historically varied usage of the word.
Alcohol is the principle that gives to ardent spirit and wine their intoxicating power; while the narcotic principle to opium and tobacco imparts similar properties. In popular language, alcohol is classed among the stimulants; and opium and tobacco among the narcotics; which are substances whose ultimate effect upon the animal system is to produce torpor and insensibility; but taken in small quantities they at first exhilarate. And since alcohol does the same, most medical writers, at the present day, class it among the narcotics.
Luigino Celestino Di Agostino (born 17 December 1967), better known by his stage name Gigi D'Agostino, is an Italian DJ, remixer and record producer. In 1986, he started his career as a DJ-spinning Italo Disco, and releasing his first mix, titled "Psychodelic".
Born in Turin, D'Agostino spent his childhood between his native city of Turin and Brescia, where the Media Records studios are located. As a child, D'Agostino wanted to be someone in the world of disco music. Starting out working as a stonemason and a fitter, he began his musical career as a DJ by organizing parties in clubs. His debut was in a club near Turin called "Woodstock". He was a resident DJ of an Italian disco named Ultimo Impero from 1993 to 1998.
D'Agostino's first release was Noise Makers Theme, a double-A sided record with a track by Daniele Gas on the other side, which launched the Noise Maker label, under the direction of Italian house producer Gianfranco Bortolotti. D'Agostino would continue working with Gas, as well as Mauro Picotto's production team in the following years. His 1999 single "Bla Bla Bla" became a major hit in Europe. He described the single as "a piece I wrote thinking of all the people who talk and talk without saying anything!" As a DJ, D'Agostino is known as one of the "pioneers of Mediterranean Progressive Dance," consisting of minimalistic sounds and Latin and Mediterranean melodies. As a record producer, D'Agostino's uses the pseudonym "Gigi Dag"; he transforms a piece, originally destined for the discos, into a success for the mainstream public.
So you face it with a smile
There is no need to cry
For a trifle's more than this
Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss
Have I tried to draw the veil
If I have - how could I fail?
Did I fear the consequence
... dazed by carelss words
Cosy in my mind
Chorus: I don't mind
I think so
Crud scraper.
Lowlife solutions.
Trapdoor fucking exit out.
A new level of debasement.
A klansman mentality in a crackwhore corpse.
Mass psychotic,
assassination of free will.
It's narcotic,
a sickness from within the flesh itself.
You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.
Bought and paid for.
You become a liability on your own.
At least you transformed into something you promised
and learnt how to crawl.
Dissolving - losing definition.
Distorted - Your vision's lost in a blur.
Impotent, self-absorbed,
filled with despicable pity for nothing.
A DIY masterpiece of absolute bullshit.
It's narcotic,
a sickness from within the flesh itself.
You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.
It's a perfectly comfortable substitute
and I'm allright
(I'll just sit here and scratch all night)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it crawl?
(I've got something inside me)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it?
So you face it with a smile
There is no need to cry
For a trifle's more than this
Will you still recall my name
And the month it all began
Will you release me with a kiss
Have I tried to draw the veil?
If I have, how could I fail?
Did I fear the consequence?
Dazed by careless words
Cozy in my mind
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
Now you shaped that liquid wax
Fit it out with crater cracks
Sweet devotion, my delight
Oh, you're such a pretty one
And the naked thrills of flesh and skin
Would tease me through the night
Now I hate to leave you bare
If you need me I'll be there
Don't you ever let me down
Dazed by careless words
Cozy in my mind
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed, Mary-Jane
And I called your name
Like an addicted to cocaine
Calls for the stuff he'd rather blame
And I touched your face
Narcotic mind from lazed, Mary-Jane
And I called your name
My cocaine
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
I will let you go
I don't mind
I think so
Narcotic
One streaking sun - Narcotic worldwide run
Emaciated bound - Strapped to this enclosure ground
Down for life, you tread the trap
Misplaced and nailed to what we are
Cut the string that tie you down - relentless misery
Defy - what they deny
Avoid avaricious avenues
Do what needs to be done
When nations remote controlled run
Underhand tactics, never been told
The truth is sold - greed unfold
One streaking sun - Narcotic worldwide run
Emaciated bound - Strapped to this enclosure ground
Misplaced and nailed to what we are
Cut the string that tie you down
Prevent their prevail, trepass with trembling knees
And shut reality's backdoor
Narcotic - Breakdown - System
Narcotic - Breakdown - System - fear ridden face
Avoid avaricious avenues
Do what needs to be done
(Prodigy)
Come on
Yeah let me touch that son
Yeah that's that Mobb shit right there
(Havoc)
MC behind the mic nigga
You know I spit that fire
(Verse 1 - Havoc)
You know these guns like Narcotics
Youngin put them to sleep
Call me the broom
The way my shorty sweeping every thing off of the street
And any little thing y'all pussy to me
Like ki's in a coke drought, double it chief, you fucking with me
Said you gangsta?
Shit laying dormant or something
Cause you ain't killing nothing, letting nothing die (Not at all)
You that same old nigga getting fucked in your mind
By that raggedy ass bitch that you call a dime
And when it comes to the Mobb you know its beef all the time
Out your rabbit ass mind you know I clap-clap-clap mine
I know the rap's leaving nigga crooked getting out of line (yeah)
If I catch homey looking the wrong way, Good-bye
Cut and slice
Then let your man cut in your life
Evicting your ass out of your life (Get the fuck outta here)
You just a broke ass nigga knowing you don't got it
Better get up off your ass and bump that
(Chorus: repeat 2X)
That yo, that dope, that (Narcotic)
That haze, that dro, that (Narcotic)
Them pills, that cognac (Narcotic)
Getting backed up off that (Narcotic)
(Prodigy)
That's right That's right
Check it out
Hey yo, Its like
(Verse 2 - Prodigy)
Like I said
Come through busting the gauge
Huffing and puffing the haze
Merck something for real
I'm stuck in my ways
Down for the murder and all that so come our way
Down for the slaughter and down to pull a kamikaze
Get nazi on niggaz like Wiley did to grandpapi
You'll mistake me for a beast how I smack beef for lunch
The drama is all a movie
You selling wolf tickets, I'm using guns loosely
I'm not paranoid, I'm very truly
Dangerous, you knock my pimp cup down, I shoot peeps
And snatch jewelry
Murder braids throughly
Fuck what color you flag
I'll blast through your pagely
Get a warning from me
Blood still gotta drip
I don't send death threats
I produce the source bitch
Polka dot skulls and holes through they headrest
They wanna be dope, we give them a fix of this
(Chorus - Starting with "That haze...")
(Verse 3 - Havoc & Prodigy)
Homey must got it confused
Talking about he hitting me up
Sounding like he sniffing that stuff
Running his jib
War with Hav' is like breaking a mirror
Homey it's on for life, fuck what you hear about these seven years
My nine slug will alter your mind state for real
After that party like a nigga home off a pill
You a grown ass nigga you can do what you feel
Can't knock the way a nigga eat his meal
We got garbage bags full of that (Narcotic)
Smoke like the sun splash concert
It's chronic how we kill these beats and run these streets of death
Now finally, we getting our paper, yes
We touched our first millions when we was just kids
But now we 'bout to take this shit to new brackets
GT Bentleys and new Benz's
We gotta O.D. and make them say that shit is.
You sure sold your soul for an ounce of attention
Gaining the world and demanding affection
Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?
Will you ever refuse what they're asking?
You can't hide your insecurities with a pretty face
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
Begging face down on the floor
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
You sold your soul now they want more
Vanity's gun left you dead in Hollywood
Empty, addicted and screaming for comfort
From a world devoid of compassion
Exchanging hopes for rejection
You can't hide your insecurities with a pretty face
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
Begging face down on the floor
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
You sold your soul now they want more
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
Begging face down on the floor
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
You sold your soul now they want more
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
Begging face down on the floor
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
You sold your soul now they want more
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
Begging face down on the floor
Breed it and bear it and make it your narcotic
It's a mother fucking method
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the weekend?
Come on baby
Come on baby
It don't stop
Come on baby
It don't stop
Forget about rehab
Gimme more, gimme more
Gimme more, gimme more
Forget about rehab
Wow, this is amazing
Forget about rehab
Give me another one
Forget about rehab
Gimme more
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
Why get involved with a rock star
With a troubled history
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the weekend?
Come on baby
Come on baby
It don't stop
Come on baby
It don't stop
Tommy seemed to know the difference
He just didn't care
Forget about rehab
Gimme more, gimme more
Gimme more, gimme more
Forget about rehab
Wow, this is amazing
Forget about rehab
Give me another one
Forget about rehab
Gimme more
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
The drugs are so advanced
In the last time occurences guided me
To the land where the lie lives
It's sovereigns have to humbug us
In such a way that all men's thinking's growing stiff
Joining in the conversation, reforming the situation -
This epoch is too weak-willed for this
Lifeless end or endless life
Narcotics affect the senses
Melancholic dreams or hysterical faces
Fascinated in a state without preceptive faculty
Strength of purpose wearies and the complexion fades
Because manipulation's modern methods stamped from cruelty
You're just blinded by a dream that does not exist
You think that you will find your fortune
Appear this feeling? NO - feelings disappear
Narcotics signify gloom
Influxes are soporific
Physic and psychic narcotic
Lugubrious I guess I'm sick
Physic and psychic narcotic
At first sight the front's iridescent
Loss of sight but future's earsplitting
'cause awfully the trombones will sound in the end
Consciousness is embedded in illusions
Which are incompetent to criticism
Shades of deception cover relected images
Reality is dimming and the untruth is rising
Sentiment is apathetic and argument just hypothetic
So all responsible men have an easy game
Illness of time and time of illness
Narcotics the braincells wane
Influxes are soporific
Physic and psychic narcotic
Lugubrious I guess I'm sick
Physic and psychic narcotic
At first sight coherence's not to see
Loss of sight earth's dirge frustrating me
I am under the impression that I suffocate
Some people feel passion but they don't premeditate
Addicted to their fashion not considering their fate
Mankind needs a lesson, it's imperative and not too late
The wise's providence affect anxiety neurosis
Event's concomitants affect a higher dosis
That is the prce we pay and we all know this
So the afterthought's evanescence entails narcosis
Narcotic
Soporific and despotic
Narcotic
I guess I'm sick
Narcotic
Pessimistic
Premonition
Pscyopathic
Politician
Persuasive
Propaganda
Paranoic
Perpetration
The proclamation of the real present predicament
Would cause people t recognize their passive behaviour
So we reached the point where we have to change our view
Lift the veil of concealed events - and above all -