This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Yeah! Yo, uh
A lotta rappers try approaching the omen in my palm
So punish your people while I'm up on the podium
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again
I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin
Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
Eye on the prize
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry
Making a secret society expose their purpose
Making 'em release info and exploding my surface
I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless
It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split
I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas
Untamed, and my niggas is kane
Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame
We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers
Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers
Yo
The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says
Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez
Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk
Welcome, this where the murderers lurk
It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work
Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt
Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam
And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam
I'm in heaven with the angels that smoke grams
You need God, that's why the earth so damned
International, trying to get my flow banned
That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers
A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years
Kamachi back on the chapel stairs
Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears
If you wanna put your money up then muthafucker then put it
For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't
Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it
And I know your whole life your raps, unedited footage
And y'all mixtape niggas could'ntsee my platoes
All up in my presence, why y'all actin' bashful?
King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo
Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows
From, city to city, intersection to section
But you reflexin', with or without a weapon
I'm always steppin', never scared
But always and forever prepared
Yeah the ones who drink gas man It's
You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent
Total dominance, rise to prominence
In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
Actors can glamour it, and access the evil
I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David
Down and dirty like a damp basement
The champ must demand greatness
From himself, or be another contender
There's 100's of niggas
Dead left under the river
From the days of slaves
To hurricanes in Orleans
See my people's grapes floatin' amongst the waves
It's hell to pay, what?
The devil don't take cheques
I tried to send a message to God
His phone don't take texts
I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde
Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars
Man, my momma got a mortgage
And my little baby sister needs books for college
I rob all of y'all
Hey yo
They want the hood in here so they called me first
I get 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!
This is more then music
But these niggas is mad trash
That's why the stores refuse 'em
Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block
I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk
I'm an O.G., I call my tire niggas a wop
Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block
I love 'em uh
Hand to hand, see your hands ache
I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes
Ya niggas cool dawg mine's absurd hot
Stop frontin' like you's a killer money, your nerves shot
Yo you's a paxel nigga, dumpin' zolof in coffee
AOTP what exhaust be
Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's
But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left
Nigga, if I had 24 hours to live
Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds
Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge
Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine
Gasoline, tank filled to the top
Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces
No preechers, strong enough to take me out of my zone
I broke Jesus, broke niggas who squeal
Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill
I'm too sick for a pill
Man these niggas ain't real, they're real fake
They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes
That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped
Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar
If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you mañana
You don't want no problems
You don't want no drama
Nigga I'm a take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver
Ya better cross your T's
Cause we'll dot your eyes
You can say that you're specialized but pharaohs will optimize
Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there
The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, YEAH!
Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?
I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' christian rap
Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa
My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers
I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB
Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's
Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed
Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony
Listen to the hell we make
In a year before your kids 10th birthday came
You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame
Respect a G, my clique clap at you excessively
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively
It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry
A 40 oz of Dutch Master is the recipe
That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me
Give me a death mask, better yet an effigy
I understand the math of death and it's complexity
I understand how you was violently murked
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church
But understand I recognize that I'm cursed
With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse
A lotta rappers try approaching the omen in my palm
So punish your people while I'm up on the podium
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again
I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin
Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
Eye on the prize
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry
Making a secret society expose their purpose
Making 'em release info and exploding my surface
I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless
It's show time, there's no time, we ready when the curtain split
I'm hurting shit, too powerful for painkillers
On the concrete jungle, we walk like trained guerillas
Untamed, and my niggas is kane
Kool G, Rakim, combine into one frame
We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers
Vinnie Paz, call the ghouls, now we back with the clappers
Yo
The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says
Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez
Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk
Welcome, this where the murderers lurk
It's my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work
Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt
Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam
And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam
I'm in heaven with the angels that smoke grams
You need God, that's why the earth so damned
International, trying to get my flow banned
That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers
A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years
Kamachi back on the chapel stairs
Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears
If you wanna put your money up then muthafucker then put it
For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't
Niggas got nice flows, just don't know where to put it
And I know your whole life your raps, unedited footage
And y'all mixtape niggas could'ntsee my platoes
All up in my presence, why y'all actin' bashful?
King Syze cats and any clique they rap flo
Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows
From, city to city, intersection to section
But you reflexin', with or without a weapon
I'm always steppin', never scared
But always and forever prepared
Yeah the ones who drink gas man It's
You now rocking with the foulest clique in the continent
Total dominance, rise to prominence
In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
Actors can glamour it, and access the evil
I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David
Down and dirty like a damp basement
The champ must demand greatness
From himself, or be another contender
There's 100's of niggas
Dead left under the river
From the days of slaves
To hurricanes in Orleans
See my people's grapes floatin' amongst the waves
It's hell to pay, what?
The devil don't take cheques
I tried to send a message to God
His phone don't take texts
I need a new plan, a crook with knowlegde
Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars
Man, my momma got a mortgage
And my little baby sister needs books for college
I rob all of y'all
Hey yo
They want the hood in here so they called me first
I get 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!
This is more then music
But these niggas is mad trash
That's why the stores refuse 'em
Yo, I'm out in Georgia, went straight to the block
I'm seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I'm doin the walk
I'm an O.G., I call my tire niggas a wop
Though their papers ain't right, but they got weight on the block
I love 'em uh
Hand to hand, see your hands ache
I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes
Ya niggas cool dawg mine's absurd hot
Stop frontin' like you's a killer money, your nerves shot
Yo you's a paxel nigga, dumpin' zolof in coffee
AOTP what exhaust be
Can't keep it gear, cause I'm blinging with F's
But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left
Nigga, if I had 24 hours to live
Fuck, 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds
Vin I'm drivin' off a bridge
Broken rib, no windshield, covered in carosine
Gasoline, tank filled to the top
Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces
No preechers, strong enough to take me out of my zone
I broke Jesus, broke niggas who squeal
Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill
I'm too sick for a pill
Man these niggas ain't real, they're real fake
They say they a man but they fuckin' with real snakes
That's when you put 'em in a truck with their grill taped
Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate
I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar
If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you mañana
You don't want no problems
You don't want no drama
Nigga I'm a take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver
Ya better cross your T's
Cause we'll dot your eyes
You can say that you're specialized but pharaohs will optimize
Backstage will get a bitch backsmacked there
The macplayer like dirty south pimpslapped clap snares, YEAH!
Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?
I'm Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' christian rap
Y'all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa
My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers
I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB
Cause y'all ain't worthy of grenades and RPG's
Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed
Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony
Listen to the hell we make
In a year before your kids 10th birthday came
You didn't have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame
Respect a G, my clique clap at you excessively
I lay back and drink alcohol excessively
It ain't a rapper that's alive today that's testing me
I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry
A 40 oz of Dutch Master is the recipe
That's my shit there, that'll be the death of me
Give me a death mask, better yet an effigy
I understand the math of death and it's complexity
I understand how you was violently murked
I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church
But understand I recognize that I'm cursed
With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse
Lyrics submitted by kittehxkitteh
Seven Lyrics as written by Jimmy Mccracklin Lowell Fulsom
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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wow... i didn't even get through all that rubbish but that comment was waste of your time and mine for reading it. "Nigga-bang-your-head-because-you-have-nothing-better-to-do" that line says it all... you disgust me. So ignorant. This song is so insane! there's so many unbelievable and witty lines in this song that I wouldn't expect a person like you to understand. How about this.... get signed to a label... make a cd... and then talk shit. Until you can do that your opinion means nothing.... how come babies crawl before they walk? go take your negativity elsewhere.
heruberon is a fucking gay faggot. i have a ton i'll rip your ass for when i get back for school but right now it's probably pretty important for me to get ready. anyway, just trust me that i'm right, you're wrong, etc. it'll be a pleasure chewing into your stupid ass comment when i get back.
No need to attack people too harshly, explain why Herubeorn is wrong, maybe he will take another look at AOTP. If you start yelling faggot this and that, people aint ever gonna listen to your point of view. You back them into a corner they get more defensive and what your saying reaffirms their world view that everyone who listens to rap/hip-hop is stupid.
Another killer posse cut from AOTP. Great song.
Look how many people who listens to this genre of music actually cares about song-lyrics. In the metal genre, (where the lyrics REALLY matter) everyone has an opinion of how the lyrics are supposed to be interpreted. Lets take an example, lets say.... uh In Flames.. :)
If you add the number of comments to each song, you'll get a pretty high mean value. The number of comments change from 4 to 119, but average is about 20. That means that In Flames has about 20000% more comments than AOTP because they have a poor result of 0,1 responses on each song. (actually, there has only been 1 response before me, and that doubles the average value!)
Enough of these statistics, lets head for the lyrics! .... I can't write this with a straight face. Just forget it. Lets accept this folks. People who listens to this genre which I immaturely call "Nigga-bang-your-head-because-you-have-nothing-better-to-do" don't really listens to lyrics. They think the rhythm is cool and chill down in their favorite chair. People who listens to this kind of music are as interested in lyrics as a blind guy is to colour-television shows. Why should I even write this down! Maybe I should give this lyric a chance. I admit that you can find a heap of gold on the bottom of a lake filled with garbage (Yes, I talk about mainstream music!) My critics: (Yes, I care for ethical values etc etc)
The lyrics should affect you in a positive way. That's 3 simple rules. And now, on with THIS lyric.
OK, after the first verse I must say I was a bit impressed. I thought that this band was something apart from those "Nigga-bang-your-head-because-you-have-nothing-better-to-do"-bands. I feel that they want to revolutionize the "Nigga-etc"-band-lyrics. I was REALLY ready to take them seriously. So, a big A+ for trying to be something different than a "nigga"-band. Sadly, they don't follow up on the second and third verse. I feel that I have been here before. It's like someone promise me a Lamborghini, but when I finally get the car keys, the only place the keys fit to is in that metal scrap that only by accident has to be called a car. The lyric doesn't follow up it's expectations. The verses are full of rhymes that don't make sense. BUT, the fourth verse was promising. I feel the lyric is a punch at the USA about the the war in the middle east and the bad preparation of the Orleans hurricane catastrophe . The fifth and sixth verse is junk. Somehow, they don't keep it up. Take me for example. I can sprint a hundred meters, but i cannot complete a whole marathon. It's like this lyric is trying to sprint from Moscow to Madrid. And it is destined to L-O-S-E. Suddenly in the seventh and eighth verse, they are criticizing Christianity. I felt somehow that this lyric has felt to the bottom of Lake Shittyness. Why you say? Well, because 1. : Criticizing any religion without explaining what kind of theme this band don't like is like giving a carpenter a hammer for Christmas. ( It makes no sense)
And guys, that is how it's done with STYLE! That means, this song is a big FAILURE! I don't feel it backs up with the criticism I need to approve this band to be mediocre. The lyric is too long and I feel I have read those words for nothing. Well, music is music. "nigga"-fanboys are all around and they will probably defend their "nigga"-stars because of their style and hip choice of words and the neat rhythm. I must day that if you put a mentally handicapped kid on a mix-board, you will probably have the same rhythm as these guys have. I believe songs should be criticized by the lyrics and the music. And it should be judged equally. (Means that lyrics are as important as the music) So here we go! My score: Lyric: an E because the fourth verse wasn't bad. (Too bad rest of it was shit) Music: a big F for Failure Result: an E, because i don't want to give them a F. Since I feel they really want to fail with style, I wont give them the credit ;)
Excuse me for all my grammar mistakes. I wrote this somewhere between 03.50- 04.30. I am tired and drunk ( I guess that is the only reason I wrote about this band and not In Flames)
"Since I feel they really want to fail with style, I wont give them the credit ;)"<br /> <br /> As if anyone gives a shit, you fart sniffing fuck.
Herubeorn...all I have to say is wow...really?<br /> <br /> Its funny, cause you and I have something in common, we both like metal. In Flames is one of my favorite bands of all time, but I guess our similarities end there. Unlike you, I actually understand and respect rap. <br /> <br /> See, what you don't get, is this is a STYLISTIC MASTERPIECE. From start to finish, it is like the ultimate nod to Wu-Tang Clan's Triumph. It also runs much like a freestyle, a rapping technique where rappers battle one another with lyrics that pop off the top of their head. This song is heavily fragmented, because that it what it is meant to be. This song is meant to showcase not just style, but wit and rapping technique as well. There are so many genious lines in here I cant even fathom it. On top of that, Ill Bill's beat making skills are fantastic.
Not gonna go all the way through this post because it was written nearly 2 years ago and I doubt the poster would care, but for anyone else reading:<br /> <br /> The first mention of Christianity is a metaphor, Herubeorn seems to have misread this, It's wordplay derp.<br /> <br /> Secondly, for Vinnies verse, his views on spirituality, NOI, 5%er, Islam and Christianity/Catholicism have been made clear many times, you can search youtube and view a whole seminar on how Vinnie relates his spirituality through hip-hop and vice versa.<br /> <br /> Remember if you don't understand something, don't attack it, read up maybe you'll learn something kids, people are too quick to jump on hating.