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.
Ayo I roll like a bat out of hell
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggas in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm lookin' real good, draped out
Shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Ayo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggas came clumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
Til the sun burn out, that's my word
Move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killa bee
Mill to the grain, that possess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
Evil acapell's fly spittin' out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime colors
Juicy as a Sunkist, certain broads double dutch this
They carve it in they wrist, pales berry blazes
Straighten the crumbs left on the stove, clothes in my lady hair
Plus yours the look gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer niggas in they whips
Jumpin' out they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part II
We like Dorothy Hamill on ice
We in your hood we might circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire, peel out
Real loud on the stage yo, I shitted on your hood kid
I shitted on your hood, got to your burner too late
I'm lookin' real good, draped out
Shinin' like a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio
Time slap your engineer, it's lighter fluid to that style
Hand me the matches now
Ayo rainbow Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggas bless this, eight and a half, Bally banana twist
E shakes, puffin on lye, feedin' the seed's plate
Pullin' out, old dirty eights to rob gates
Major wake up, the kid telltales, make a nigga head wake up
Beats break, the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest
The rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands
That nigga mad savage, stationary Hall of Justice
Niggas came clumped out
Just came home, now they bunked out
Money be longer than triple life
Til the sun burn out, that's my word
Move it with the burner out
Fidel way of thinkin', roll with the Mac bent Ac-10
Most of my team, Five Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo
Holdin' my nuts, fuckin' thousand dollar lesbians
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Yo, the Older God put me on and had to rock this
Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous
It only takes a lesson a day, just to analyze life
One time in the respectable mind
Let the shot spark, soon as his pit bull barks
Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks
Witness, forget his, original statement
Even in protection programs there's no escapement
Gunned down, we in town, hit king from seven crowns
Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three summer heat
Up in three-oh-nine park, rhymin' off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin' mic wrecks
All lookin' stank, I ain't playin wit a full deck
And as they nervously stare, I know they scared
They saw the coming of Wu, the neon in Times Square
Household name, assassin, killa bee
Mill to the grain, that possess the Wu, trilogy
Quick to spot those that bite camouflage and blend
Those that got styles, they got identical twins
Don't stretch the small thing, copycats are finnicky
Without skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the whole page
Your unspotted life on the mic is old age
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
Older Gods Lyrics as written by Dennis David Coles Corey Woods
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
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