This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Yea this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets and guns moke! Dipset!
Now
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be fagot, bring the drama to me
I'm presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggas
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggas
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggas
What they name again? What they claim again?
Yeah these fagots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big tecs (tecs!)
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!)
Nigga's talking right? I ain't heard shit yet! (nope!)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go "look dad Dipset!"
Dipset!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)
Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (yes we did!)
Every car driven yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
Yes, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's fettiucini, spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? we got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another three quarter mill, you ought to chill
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
Bullets and guns moke! Dipset!
Now
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some a-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be fagot, bring the drama to me
I'm presidential nigga, Bush'll pay homage to me
I'm putting in a lot of work man acknowledge a g
Yes, yes, a g I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself I don't need no cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggas
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggas
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggas
What they name again? What they claim again?
Yeah these fagots hated, 'cause I'm they rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assassinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his red monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey
[Chorus: x2]
We blastin' big tecs (tecs!)
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching!)
Nigga's talking right? I ain't heard shit yet! (nope!)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go "look dad Dipset!"
Dipset!
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (touchdown!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor duke da god (no duke)
No forty or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop (drop!)
Not the crib that's the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (yes we did!)
Every car driven yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
Yes, word to everything now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's fettiucini, spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't like us right? we got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another three quarter mill, you ought to chill
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
War Lyrics as written by Norman J. Whitfield Barrett Strong
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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