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.
Microphone check, one, two (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down, man? (Yo, whatever, man)
Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)
You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man)
Ayo (whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'
Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean, nigga?)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I see people wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn, nigga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kind of niggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Ayo, you ready to get down, man? (Yo, whatever, man)
Ayy, you ready to get drunk as fuck? (Whatever, man)
You, you sayin' somethin'? (Whatever, man)
Ayo (whatever, man)
(I can feel it) Check it, Kool V
I keep it bangin', keep it swangin', might have you sayin'
Ooh, la, la, la (so what ya sayin'?)
Yo, I'm smokin' herbals 'til it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard, far from commercial (so what you mean, nigga?)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?) No doubt
From this bomb weed, I cop from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks from girls who be freaks
Ayo, can I be SWV? (You the One, nigga)
Rap Shogun, yes, E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson 'cause his sack's bigger
Yo, give me dap, nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious, causing comatoses to collapse
So chinky-eyed I see people wavin' on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a union
'Cause I'll leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggas front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn, nigga, you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the blunt so long politickin'? (Huh)
I ace them blunts with the technician of electrician
I don't got a pot to piss in but still spend my last on hydroglycerin
I keep it live, no jive, rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky-eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it from the back?)
Why not? While we toke on this (I can feel it)
Yo, you ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to knock this nigga out? (Whatever, man)
Yo, you ready to get this cheddar? (Whatever, man)
You ready to start this shit off? (Whatever, man)
I smoked with a lot of college students
Most of 'em wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah, boy, I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whooped when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area codes now
PPP the kind of niggas that'll bug with ya
Smoke bud with ya, later on stick a slug in ya
Everything that's light green ain't the bomb, bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm, bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my cypher (I can feel it)
You ready to roll this weed up? (Whatever, man)
You ready to rob this nigga? (Whatever, man)
You ready to fuck, bitch? (Whatever, man)
You ready to guzzle this liquor? (Whatever, man) (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Whatever, man
Whatever, man (I can feel it)
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned, edited by Blakadams
Whateva Man Lyrics as written by Andre Young Colin Wolfe
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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