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
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long ago
When the player from the Pointe didn't have no flow
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walking to the sto'
Caught a nigga slipping, but now I lay it to the flo'
Just like carbon, 'cause I got the heat in my rhythm
Mama nay not, never bragging just to stay knot
Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson
Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions
The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
But for unknown reasons 'cause we don't sell dope
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
It took your mama nine months to make it
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it
Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely
Don't want no AIDS, no claps, or no rabies
Yo, we take no shit, like, stopped up commodes
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle
We won't be able to ride out 'til two thousand fo'
But not for long 'cause we got a better sack to serve
Tryna take you other people for your rims at the curb
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head
More head for me, while you ride to the beat
Drop, like tears, like For fears, you know
Shout, shout let it all out, just for my peers
And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Okay, like this, yeah yeah
One time for my boy doing king shit
Two times, too legit and it don't quit
Three times for my folks in the drop top
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
One time for my girls doing Queen things
Dead fresh to the teeth eating chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
As I sit in my B-boy stance
With flip-flops and socks, and sweatpants
We finna enhance your brain, check it out
Once upon a time not long ago
When the player from the Pointe didn't have no flow
A nigga hit me for my tennis shoes, walking to the sto'
Caught a nigga slipping, but now I lay it to the flo'
Just like carbon, 'cause I got the heat in my rhythm
Mama nay not, never bragging just to stay knot
Even when I was a younger lad I learned my lesson
Never talked to strangers in the trap and answered questions
The Pope and his folks got us under a scope
But for unknown reasons 'cause we don't sell dope
That you distribute, we don't contribute, to your clandestine
Activity, my soliloquy, may be hard for some to swallow
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa constricted, on my soul that they call
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
It took your mama nine months to make it
But it only took a nigga thirty minutes to take it
Cut that kronk clean up I did, but I did so not safely
Don't want no AIDS, no claps, or no rabies
Yo, we take no shit, like, stopped up commodes
Gotta collect call, they done locked up my folks
Low blow, hit me in the left ventricle
We won't be able to ride out 'til two thousand fo'
But not for long 'cause we got a better sack to serve
Tryna take you other people for your rims at the curb
Fore you swerve and bust ya forehead, go head, go head
More head for me, while you ride to the beat
Drop, like tears, like For fears, you know
Shout, shout let it all out, just for my peers
And pupils who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, on nineteen-ninety-nine
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Okay, like this, yeah yeah
One time for my boy doing king shit
Two times, too legit and it don't quit
Three times for my folks in the drop top
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
One time for my girls doing Queen things
Dead fresh to the teeth eating chicken wings
Three times for my girls in the beauty shop
Four times OutKast and it don't stop
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Touched by the wheels of steel (steel)
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agreed to both comments, i love to slip this into playlists. These days i can't help but remind people "that is turntables and records, understand that"...Mr DJ-yeah pretty much This Album is art though. I saw it first hand. I was listening to rap and shit and then got turned onto this...that's cheating...
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