This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
I'm on fire, I'm on fire
Me too, Me too
Gunz yo
I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep
Still I keep awake
What if my dream girl pays a midnight visit
I see the world through the scope but I gain no insight with it
When I get introspective I put the safety on
Make these songs with the biscuits sittin' in my shakey palms
I'm a man now (a real man)
Not the one who went to two colleges groveling over meal plans (nah)
I'm staring at the ceiling fan
All wide-eyed
Amazed by the ways the blades break the silence
I used to be afraid of firin'
The sound was startlin'
But now I'm startin' to hate the quiet moments
Might remind you of a mic like the way I hold it
To the grill
A homophobic rapper
Unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
Tragically ironic (suckin' off each others gats and pistols)
I got more back issues than guns and ammo
'cause my uzi ways a ton
And I never let go of the handle
Hangin' on to mommy's pantleg
Double fisted
Knee deep in shells kickin balistics
This dick! is a detachable penis
An extension of my manhood position like a fetus
An intraveinous hookup feeds bullets to my magazine
Nevermind your bullets
My pistol is a sex machine
Gunz yo (sex ma- sex machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)
Bust it
I got another gun
I keep it in my briefcase
It keeps me safe at my workplace
Cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space
(Angster of love) Cause I'm able to look girls in their face
Cause I know that only stupid people increase the birth rates
I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
Make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
Empty the bird cage
And release the mermaids
I got a water gun (what)
I keep it in my mouth
It keeps me safe from the things I like to speak about
But words are leakin' out
And all these smiles that are crackle
I'm like damn
I'm on the verge of collapse
There ain't no turnin' back
In fact
I can't hold down my fluids
Can't retract statements
Without water displacement
Flooded the basement
Then sought refuge
Removed my waterproof vest then I kicked off my wet shoes
Made it to dry land pistol in hand
Fistfulls of ammo riding on a camel in the desert sand
Lucid dreams
Are a lot like computer screens
People have pretentios conversations but I shoot the breeze
Blow a hole straight through their long winded theories
Hold my own and make songs for them sing with me
It's the same type of heat that Millie used
To break the ice with Santa Clause when she made him sing the christmas blues
Capitalists strung her up for killin' him
Every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim
Before wartime depression sets in
I get to steppin'
And shoe shine my weapon
I'm hemroid
I'm the leader
You're dead like De La
I hold my crotch like a nine milimeter
Gunz yo (nine milimeter)
(I'm on fire, I'm on fire)
(Me too, me too)
(Sex ma- sex machine sex machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)
Me too, Me too
Gunz yo
I keep one in my pillowcase
It keeps me safe when I sleep
Still I keep awake
What if my dream girl pays a midnight visit
I see the world through the scope but I gain no insight with it
When I get introspective I put the safety on
Make these songs with the biscuits sittin' in my shakey palms
I'm a man now (a real man)
Not the one who went to two colleges groveling over meal plans (nah)
I'm staring at the ceiling fan
All wide-eyed
Amazed by the ways the blades break the silence
I used to be afraid of firin'
The sound was startlin'
But now I'm startin' to hate the quiet moments
Might remind you of a mic like the way I hold it
To the grill
A homophobic rapper
Unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols
Tragically ironic (suckin' off each others gats and pistols)
I got more back issues than guns and ammo
'cause my uzi ways a ton
And I never let go of the handle
Hangin' on to mommy's pantleg
Double fisted
Knee deep in shells kickin balistics
This dick! is a detachable penis
An extension of my manhood position like a fetus
An intraveinous hookup feeds bullets to my magazine
Nevermind your bullets
My pistol is a sex machine
Gunz yo (sex ma- sex machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)
Bust it
I got another gun
I keep it in my briefcase
It keeps me safe at my workplace
Cubicle gangster who's in need of his personal space
(Angster of love) Cause I'm able to look girls in their face
Cause I know that only stupid people increase the birth rates
I'm just about dumb enough to hold up a sperm bank
Make my demands and then facilitate fur trades
Empty the bird cage
And release the mermaids
I got a water gun (what)
I keep it in my mouth
It keeps me safe from the things I like to speak about
But words are leakin' out
And all these smiles that are crackle
I'm like damn
I'm on the verge of collapse
There ain't no turnin' back
In fact
I can't hold down my fluids
Can't retract statements
Without water displacement
Flooded the basement
Then sought refuge
Removed my waterproof vest then I kicked off my wet shoes
Made it to dry land pistol in hand
Fistfulls of ammo riding on a camel in the desert sand
Lucid dreams
Are a lot like computer screens
People have pretentios conversations but I shoot the breeze
Blow a hole straight through their long winded theories
Hold my own and make songs for them sing with me
It's the same type of heat that Millie used
To break the ice with Santa Clause when she made him sing the christmas blues
Capitalists strung her up for killin' him
Every manufactured holiday they sacrifice another victim
Before wartime depression sets in
I get to steppin'
And shoe shine my weapon
I'm hemroid
I'm the leader
You're dead like De La
I hold my crotch like a nine milimeter
Gunz yo (nine milimeter)
(I'm on fire, I'm on fire)
(Me too, me too)
(Sex ma- sex machine sex machine)
(One, two, there you go-a)
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"i'm a man now (a real man) not the one who went to two colleges grovellin' over meal plans" This is probably my favorite line. In reality, a man who has attended not one, but TWO colleges should definitely be considered a 'real man' in society, with a great amount of inner strength and intelligence. But, unfortunately, especially in hip-hop culture, it's physicality, body strength and, yes, GUNS that give somebody power, and the appearence of being a 'real man'. This is one of the most important lines in the song, and easiest way to sum up the meaning behind the lyrics.
"a homophobic rapper unaware of the graphic nature of phallic symbols tragically ironic, suckin' off each others' gats & pistols" Another allusion to the hip-hop culture. This one also sums up the song basically. He's pointing out all these real hardcore rappers that constantly reference their weapons are actually acting profoundly homoerotic, which is exactly the opposite of the image they're trying to project. Are these 'real men'? I don't think so.
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Song's fucken goddamn bitchin, as all of Sage Francis' songs fucking are. I agree about the lyrics.
What does the line,
"Dead like Dey La," mean?
Dead like De La is a second reference to De La Soul, one of the bands Sage used to listen to and refers to from time to time in his songs.
its the same type of heat that millie used to break the ice with santa claus when she made him sing the christmas blues
This is another reference to a De La Soul song, interesting, a woman uses a gun and goes to jail.
I love the reference to the sex pistols. sage is a lyrical genius
what does "make my demands and then facilitate fur trades empty the bird cage and release the mermaids" mean?
My favorite line in this song. He says stupid people increase birth rates, then states how dumb he is. He holds up the sperm bank, makes his demands, I guess this means he insists on making a deposit. Facilitate fur trades, obviously a reference to lesbian sex or rug bumping. Empty the bird cage, meaning let his fly down. Release the mermaids, well... his swimmers haha. Lesbians typically use sperm donations to have children, hence he is facilitating fur trades, get it? I'm glad I finally got to explain that to someone.
nelson it is not a reference to the sex pistols but how the pistol is representative of the phallus aka masculinity in irony
Wrong bizzarestone, the line "nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine" Is a Sex Pistols reference. A pretty good one too... Good song, smart lyrics and good production, probably the best on an otherwise dissapointing album...
Wrong bizzarestone, the line "nevermind the bullocks, my pistol is a sex machine" Is a Sex Pistols reference. A pretty good one too... Good song, smart lyrics and good production, probably the best on an otherwise dissapointing album...
modium, how are hardcore rappers that constantly reference their weapons actually acting profoundly homoerotic?
You're kidding, right?