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Carpathian (band)

Carpathian was a hardcore punk band based in Australia. The band was formed in 2003, in Melbourne, Australia, and their final line-up comprised lead vocalist Martin Kirby, guitarists Josh Manitta and Lloyd Carroll, bass guitarist Ed Redclift and drummer David Bichard. Carpathian was made up of straight edge and non-straight edge members.

Carpathian played at festivals such as the 2007 Australian Taste of Chaos the 2008 Soundwave festival, Sucks N Summer, Ieper Fest Winter, Ieper Fest Summer, Fluff Fest, etc.

Carpathian's line-up changed several times over the band's history; two guitarists were replaced in late 2006. Former I Killed The Prom Queen singer Michael Crafter joined Carpathian in 2006. Vocalist Martin Kirby then moved to guitar, although Crafter left seven months later in February 2007, after which Kirby resumed his position as frontman.Michael Crafter did not sing on any of Carpathian's recordings.

In 2008, Carpathian released their second studio album Isolation, which reached No. 19 on the ARIA Charts.

Nothing to Lose (Forty Deuce album)

Nothing to Lose is an album released under the name of "Forty Deuce" which is a band formed by guitarist/vocalist Richie Kotzen.

Track listing

Personnel

  • Richie Kotzen – vocals, guitar
  • Taka – guitar
  • Ari – bass
  • Thr3e – drums
  • Alex Todorov – engineering, mixing
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    Nothing To Lose

    by: Naughty By Nature

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    How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
    How many niggas gettin' high tonight?
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    Na na na na
    I say fight you holler a quarter day late
    A dollar short, poppin' more corks and niggas don't get
    Ya collared court, trife ass Whitney will you motherfuckin' mouth, aight
    And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight
    Must be just the master monk
    The underhood, the underworld's under man
    Motherfuck bein' understood, long as we understand
    You can't twist the Treach [unverified] and mix his friends
    Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend
    All eyes on a prize, pimpin' it, and battle a million dollar chance
    I glance and just take your tip
    It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou'
    And bowed and thanked the crowd bein' in style
    And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk
    Get 'em tough and guts, smoke from [unverified] and hand Treach
    Get 'em out of grants that they owe, the top notch
    Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots
    I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks
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    Ha, now let me line this nigga up
    How you soundin' talkin' plain wit' my name, man what the fuck?
    Oh, you don't know, boom, bap, smack and there it is
    How we dealin' wit' these frustrated niggas in the biz?
    (What the fuck was he freakin'?)
    I bring some drink in, just for fun
    They be guzzlin' on gallons of that red ass rum
    You might as well-a put a motherfuckin' bounty on your head
    'Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead
    Let those chickens, I see your mental picture clickin'
    I know I only make it for the one-night stickin'
    Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin'
    After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin'
    How many niggas gettin' lye tonight?
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    What? Check it, when the man ain't the man no more
    We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war
    All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye
    After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital I, I
    Serve those wit' the nerve to test this
    Step and get'cha records clipped
    Original is what you kick but I know you better quit
    You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit
    Discredit's what you get, 'cos you bit
    Niggas get the hit-low and shit loads, I flip shows
    If it goes to Glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code
    Keep hittin' knockers wit' the showstopper in this industry
    For they hit us with the Hoffa or Kennedy remedy
    That's when Vinnie will be
    Lightin' shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we
    Sick of talkin' shit, niggas knowin' how we do
    So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you
    (We won't have to fuck wit' you)
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