Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Uh huh
Is why'all ready?
Is why'all ready?
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dog, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads I.D.
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin'
That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch ass niggas want to peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Yo, see what this game made, and of age I came
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud, to clap again
Let alone, no award, from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a
Cut your hand off if you fuckin' with my product
That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from
We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Is why'all ready?
Is why'all ready?
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dog, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads I.D.
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin'
That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch ass niggas want to peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Yo, see what this game made, and of age I came
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud, to clap again
Let alone, no award, from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a
Cut your hand off if you fuckin' with my product
That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the fuck I'm from
We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yae nigga day by day
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla, if you real and you know you a G
Holla, deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D
Holla, be in your hood screamin' fuck police
Holla, you keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
Holla
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