In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my Pharce niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat Uh, Ahaha
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah yo yo
Who want to spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody want to test how much straps, you want it?
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
Ayo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back
That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box
Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up
Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks
I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em want to open 'em up
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't want to battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
Ayo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my Pharce niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat Uh, Ahaha
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah yo yo
Who want to spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin like
they the true facts of life, frontin through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live whatchu rhyme 'bout
See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin, losin they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryna gas these bitches to screw me for nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody want to test how much straps, you want it?
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryna change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin two dozen birds like Noah's Ark
I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin the Cris', I'm not hatin, I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the Don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em (?) for all the cats that made it
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
Ayo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back
That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
in ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box
Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin up
Blood, chokin on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin, I'm a murder you shit
Niggaz play me while distrubin the Bricks
I'm like the feelin of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em want to open 'em up
Actin like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin, I don't want to battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof
Ayo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggas, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back
Ayo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggas, move it on back
I'm feelin tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back
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I'm so glad 5o dedicated piggy bank to fat joe. Because it true..^^