All of which leads to Wheeler’s being carted off to the recommissioned submarine that one character aptly likens to Gitmo. Rhodes (Al Sapienza), Wheeler’s CIA mentor, gives his associates fair warning: “He so much as gets his hands on a strand of floss, and he’ll find his way out of here.” (Well, at least he seems to be the hero of the piece.) Right from the start, however, it’s clear that Wheeler is too tough to crack, and too shrewd to remain restrained. While a skeleton crew of Navy personnel operates the vessel in a sealed-off area, the spooks set about the task of interrogating and torturing our hero.
Throughout most of the movie’s perceptibly padded running time, Lundgren’s character is incarcerated in a dank prison cell on the sub — next door to the one in which Van Damme’s character fleetingly cools his heels — where we periodically see him reading, exercising, meditating, and generally looking very Zen. The billing is more than a little misleading. “Universal Soldier” cohorts Jean-Claude Van Damme and Dolph Lundgren may be listed in the credits (and promoted in the advertising art) as co-stars of “Black Water,” but it’s up to Van Damme to do most of the damage in this routine VOD-centric action thriller set aboard a submarine employed as a CIA black site. Truth to tell, Lundgren enjoys a greater percentage of screen time, and engages in slightly more rough stuff, in the punchy music video for Imagine Dragons’ “Believer.” To call this a cameo role would be overly generous.
Wheeler survives the shootout with the dongle in his possession. intelligence, he’s understandably reluctant to reveal where he ditched the dongle after he’s forcibly detained by a team of CIA and FBI agents and heavily armed freelancers. But since he has good reason to suspect he’s been betrayed by a traitor in the ranks of U.S.
As it turns out, shooting, not flossing, is what allows Wheeler to make his escape, as his captors turn against one another while acting out one of scripter Chad Law’s predictable plot twists.
(Or, in this case, passageways.) Cinematographer Pasha Patriki, here making his directorial debut, proved capable of handling comparable mayhem in close quarters while shooting “Gridlocked,” a better-than-average 2015 quickie set mostly in a secluded police outpost. Like many small-budget B movies intended mainly for small-screen consumption, “Black Water” consists primarily of people running, shooting, hiding, and colliding at various points along dimly lit corridors. He evidences similar proficiency here, although he must periodically rely on stock footage of submarines to convince the audience that, no, what they’re seeing isn’t happening in a deserted warehouse somewhere.
Van Damme, appearing appropriately weather-beaten, gamely goes through the motions while picking up an easy paycheck, while Jasmine Waltz struggles, with only sporadic success, not to generate derisive laughter from the audience as a rookie CIA agent who becomes Wheeler’s reluctant ally. Eventually, the mismatched pair need a third player on their team, so they spring Marco (Lundgren) and hand him a gun or two. Not surprisingly, Lundgren is refreshed and well rested by the time his character joins the fray. Unfortunately, he doesn’t stick around long enough to work up a sweat.” />
Van Damme dutifully handles the lion’s share of lifting as Scott Wheeler, a CIA op whose deep-cover mission to expose a rogue agent takes a turn for the worse during a shootout at a Mobile, Ala., motel. All you need to know is, in order to access this particular dingus, you need a unique dongle. The bad guys subtract Wheeler’s lovely partner and playmate (Courtney B. Turk) from the equation and seize a flash drive containing info about … about … well, never mind, it doesn’t matter — the dingus is just a MacGuffin anyway.

Songtexte Luciano – Jager

Negro, jagen die Mio
Auf Jack Daniels Cola, aber nicht nur das brettert
Gang-Member
Jägermeister plus Redbull
Flex, Flex
Negro, Negro.(jager)

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Negrogeschäft, übernehmen komplett
Augen auf Benz, lieben zuletzt
Picos versuchen von hinten zu f*cken
Tun mir auf Pablos und Kilos verschiffen
Reden zu viel, sind zu viel am kiffen
Locogang-Member habn’ andere Sitten
Loyal, grade, brutal, Patte, Umfang, jagen, Schakal
Gold ist alles in Planung versuri-lyrics.info
Jagen die Mio, die Warnung
Bitch, Negros am platzen, jede legt Auge, frag dich mal warum
Negro, frag dich mal, Erfolg ist kein Glück und auch kein Zufall
Ständig auf Kopf, beklemmendes Leben, jagen den Traum, lak, was sollen wir noch reden?
Negros, ich leb’ es, Loco Verbrecher, mir steht es
Lass’ dein palaba, red nicht
Kein Verbrecher versteht dich.

Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari mon frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Lucio, der mit dem Jägerbecher
Lucio, ja, dieser Loco-Member
Wenig redet und die Zähne brettert
Trotz hunderter Batz sich nie verändert
Stürmer Gervinho, Zehner Trikot, was für Opel Vito?
Will mein Benzer auch noch mehr Habibo
Also bretter weiter stramm ins Mikro.

Mmm, Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran
Bisschen mehr ist nicht zuviel verlangt
Hol’ mir den Rest so wie Van Damme
Kämpfer schon seit Kindheit an
Loco-Brigada wir sind dran.

Gib mir Jager plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir viel mehr, verrückt nach Massari Mon Frère
Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Freitag Fullsuff, ein falsches Wort, wir jagen dich Schoßhund.

Gib mir Jäger plus Red Bull, ich bin in mei’m Modus
Ich bin in meim’ Modus
Bin in meim’ Modusss. (x4)
Luciano songtexte
Video Luciano

Songtexte Kurdo – Ya salam

Sonnenbrille so wie Stevie Wonder.
Jeden tag ist jetzt sonntag.
Links, rechts so wie Van Damme.
Rek digi digi bom boom.
Mit dem gang and the minibar.(ya salam)

Amsterdam, ya salam, ya salaaam.
Paris, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Berlin, yaa salam, ya salaaam.
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruxelles, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Frankfurtm yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Hamburg, yaaa salam, ya salaaam.
Kurdo songtexte
Video Salam

[Intro]
Too real
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1]
Rush hour, fresh out the dealership
Me and my homies eat the filthy fish
I ain’t even worried about a silly bitch
Tell the feds chill with the censorship
Members only, I’m the only member with a membership
Trying real hard not to conversate with pessimists
Who always want to see you fall down like The London Bridge
Same song sung by a bunch of kids, can I live?
Tabloids watching which crib
Competition and the bitches got my name on they lips
Takin’ shots like 1 8 7 is they favorite offense
Real dawg, should’ve came with a fence
Smokin’ tree, baby I could pitch you a tent
Alot of windows don’t be selfish baby call you a friend
I should make ’em box for Benihana, wake up in the mornin’ feed em left over Benihana
Eatin’ sushi off her body no karate I’m the [?]
3 ninjas, Tum Tum, Colt, & Rocky
Plus boy Van Damme
Polo can’t manage
Even with my eyes shut, I would never take damage.(Too Real)
You should build a room for the panic
Switch my whole style up
Capoeira fight dancing
Not to say I’m Bobby gettin’ fancy
I should probably change my name to Jamie
Soo Young lead me in a winehouse
Juntao kidnap her, throw her in the ‘cedes
Now the asian enjoyin them some dim sum
You don’t know about it need to get one
[?]
You got the foreign whip? so what I’m on my 10th one

[Verse2]
Yeah, niggas we deep in this bitch, right?
Stacking all the millions like ‘Jitsu
I’m a Great White you’re fish food
We should talk face to face like men do
But you too used to makin’ moves how a bitch move
Probably wear the same pad that your bitch use
I’m just tryna show you what you been through
Spinnin’ in the same circle like a rim do
OG in the game, strokes beard like Rick Rub’
Tokyo, they whippin’ in the caddy, we can drift too
When I drift through, bad bitch mixed with hindu
She got every shoe except issues
Bag full of money, MAC makeup and a Shih Tzu
Or sake shots for my little Geisha
She’d rather die than give up our location
She gone turn to Chun-Li in any altercation
I ain’t gon lie that kinda turn me on, fuck her in the ‘cedes
Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu, Jitsu

[Outro]
This is only the beginning, the road gets tougher, now that you’re a ninja, and if I told you that, I guess it would ruin the moment
So I’ll tell you later