Blair grew up in rural Clarks Town in the northwestern parish of Trelawny. His deeply religious family life (his mother was a Seventh-day Adventist and his grandmother a Revivalist) imbued him with a profound spirituality. During his youth, his favorite singers were reggae legends Bob Marley, Peter Tosh, and Bunny Wailer, musicians who strongly influenced his own style. Peter Tosh's influence can definitely be heard in Anthony B's vocal delivery and revolutionary stance.
Anthony B adopted Rastafarian beliefs as a teenager, a decision which was not well-received by his family. The stubborn and determined Anthony B refused to give up his new religion and his dreadlocks and moved to the home of his aunt and uncle in the Kingston suburb, Portmore.
While attending high school, Anthony B debuted as a deejay for the local sound system, Shaggy Hi-Power. In 1988, he befriended reggae artists such as Determine, Mega Banton, Ricky General and Terror Fabulous.
At this point in the reggae industry, singing "slack" songs about women was the popular thing to do. Anthony B did not believe in degrading women and chose to pen politically-slanted songs rather than so-called "gyal chunes." He hooked up with Little Devon the Half Pint sound-a-like singer he made his debut single "The Living is Hard" on the Wizard label in 1993. Anthony B tried many different producers but found that none of them fit his style of music. Finally, Anthony B teamed up with Richard "Bello" Bell, creating hits such as Fire Pon Rome, Raid Di Barn, Rumour, and Repentance Time. Anthony B's 1996 debut album Real Revolutionary was highly acclaimed in the reggae community. In late 1997, Anthony B released Universal Struggle which showed that Anthony B had a consistent, high-calibre talent. Anthony B has released a large number of albums since that time including 1999's Seven Seals and 2004's Untouchable which featured collaborations with artists including Wyclef Jean.
Anthony B tours extensively in Europe and North America and is known for his fiery, high-energy performances.
Anthony B is a member of the Bobo Ashanti branch of the Rastafarian movement. "Bobo Dreads", as they are known, are recognizable by their long robes and turbans. The strong Afrocentric pride and the other Rastafarian beliefs (or "overstandings" as Rastafarians prefer to call them) which Anthony B holds are reflected in his songs.
Discography
* Predator & Prey (1996, Alpha Enterprises)
* Real Revolutionary / So Many Things (1996, Greensleeves)
* Universal Struggle (1997, VP Records)
* Seven Seals (1999, VP Records)
* That's Life (2001, VP Records)
* More Love (2001, AO ! Records)
* Live On The Battlefield (2002, Jahmin' Records)
* Reggae Max (2002, Jet Star)
* Street Knowledge (2003, Nocturne)
* Judgment Time (2003, 2B1 Records)
* Smoke Free (2003, Bogalusa Records)
* Voice Of Jamaica vol. 2 (2003, Nocturne)
* Wise Man Chant (2004, Black Scorpio)
* Justice Fight (2004, Nocturne)
* Untouchable (2004, Togetherness Records)
* Power Of Creation (2004, Nocturne)
* Black Star (2005, Greensleeves)
* My Hope (2005, AL.TA.FA.AN. / Minor 7 Flat 5)
What Would U Do?
Anthony B Lyrics
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Don't wanna fuck with me
Dogg Pound Gangstas
We do it like that
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles
Be trying to do they own little dissing
But they can't do it, you know
So we gonna, do it like this
Have you ever heard of a slaughter, I oughta start dippin
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
I don't slips I bangs
With that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
When I cause holocoust from what's spittin
Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin
Look, this is how it's done nigga, one two three
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest dick
Shit, a motherfucker better recognize
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was born
Not to ever love a bitch
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruising through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' busting freestyles
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can a nigga make in one place
The review, ain't shit new
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck with my crew
I see all these niggas trying to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast
And then to say the least
I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast
And the question is asked
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
I'll be the first one to him em
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down with him
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
In a Steeler hat motherfucker cuz it's like that
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Empty out the clip
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggas talk shit
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive
Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop
Now drop, to your knees
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowing in the breeze
Now what would you do
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't so don't even think about
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
Then away like a stray dog
Tryin to claim every bitch as his own
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, now this is true
Trying to fuck your woman, and even you
Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker
The lyrics to Anthony B's "What Would U Do?" are actually from a completely different song by the same name written and performed by Tha Dogg Pound Gangsta Crips (Kurupt and Daz Dillinger) in 1995. The song is a diss track that aims to establish DPG as the most elite gangsta rappers around, as well as to challenge and intimidate other rappers who they deem as inferior. The song is laced with violent lyrics about murder, chaos, and dominance, with each rapper taking turns to spit their bars.
The first verse by Kurupt calls out other rappers who copy their style but fail to deliver with the same intensity and menacing vibe. He asserts that his gang is a force to be reckoned with and challenges anyone who dares to test him. He talks about using guns to cause chaos and annihilate his enemies. He rhymes effortlessly and uses vivid imagery to paint a picture of his ruthlessness. The chorus asks what the listener would do if they could confront DPG but emphasizes that it is impossible. The second verse by Daz Dillinger starts with a reference to how he makes money and how he is always on the grind. He raps about his skills as a rapper and his dominance over other MCs who don't stand a chance against him. He then goes on to talk about how many enemies he has, especially on the East Coast, but he is not afraid to confront and take them down. He drops more violent bars and ends with another chorus.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeahhh, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
I have returned with a stash of drugs to sell
Don't wanna fuck with me
You should avoid getting involved with me
Dogg Pound Gangstas
We are members of the Dogg Pound Gang
We do it like that
Here's how we operate
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin our styles
People try to imitate our distinctive style
Be trying to do they own little dissing
They attempt to criticize us in their own way
But they can't do it, you know
However, they are unable to replicate our success
So we gonna, do it like this
Therefore, we will continue doing things our way
Sit back relax and get a cool one
Take a break, unwind, and enjoy a cold drink
Have you ever heard of a slaughter, I oughta start dippin
Have you ever witnessed a brutal massacre? I should consider fleeing
Sippin on that S-T get's me to trippin
Consuming that potent street drug makes me hallucinate
I don't slips I bangs
I do not make mistakes, I engage in violent activities
With that mad ass Dogg Pound Gang it's a DPG thang
I am associated with the Dogg Pound Gang, and it defines who I am
Kurupt from the S.C
I am Kurupt from South Central Los Angeles
You wanna test me let's see if you'll survive .45 times
If you dare to challenge me, I will test your survival against bullets from a .45 caliber gun
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Similar to a hollow point bullet aimed at your head
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Take a few steps and then prepare for a confrontation
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental
Unable to endure the violent mindset
I subdue, and then take two to your temple
I overpower my opponents and shoot them twice in the head
When I cause holocaust from what's spittin
I provoke chaos with my aggressive lyrics
Niggas collapse and when the straps is clickin
People succumb to fear when they hear the sound of guns being loaded
Look, this is how it's done nigga, one two three
Pay attention, this is the proper way to do things, my friend
I grab my strap you best run nigga
I grab my gun, so you better start running
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
I don't care what you think, Kurupt is the top boss of our crew
Littlest G, with the biggest dick
I may be the smallest member of the group, but I am the most sexually endowed
Shit, a motherfucker better recognize
Damn, someone should acknowledge and respect me
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
Just like O.J. Simpson with his infamous murder case, I can cause harm with a simple gesture
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
I devour my enemies like a hungry predator
Known to be the shit upon the microphone ever since I was born
I have been highly skilled at rapping since I was born
Not to ever love a bitch
I have learned to never emotionally invest in a woman
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
I have gained experience and knowledge through various challenges, which is why we excel
Motherfuckers be gankin styles minute after minute
People continuously try to copy our unique styles
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggas shitted
However, as soon as you attempted, I sensed your lack of skill
Now what would you do
Consider this scenario
If you could fuck with me and my crew
If you had the audacity to challenge me and my gang
But you can't so don't even think about
But you are incapable, so don't even entertain the idea
Steppin in the motherfuckin house
Attempting to invade our territory
Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Women are indecisive and constantly changing, while I consistently earn money
Every single day in the LBC
Each day in Long Beach, California
Cruising through the Eastside, me and Lil' Style
Driving around the eastern part of town with my companion Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' busting freestyles
When I drive my green 1964 Chevrolet Impala and improvising rap lyrics
There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
There is no way to evade, hand over the money and the music tapes
How much money can a nigga make in one place
How much profit can one person accumulate in a specific location?
The review, ain't shit new
The situation hasn't changed, it's still nothing impressive
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck with my crew
You foolish individuals cannot compete with my gang
I see all these niggas trying to get with my kin folk
I notice all these people attempting to associate with my family and close friends
Get so many busters on the West Coast
Encountering numerous enemies on the western side of the country
And then to say the least
At the very least, I can say
I see a few trick ass niggas layin low on the East Coast
I observe a small group of deceitful individuals hiding on the eastern side of the country
And the question is asked
The important question is posed
Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
Are you interested in engaging in a verbal battle, physical fight, or shooting against Daz?
I'll be the first one to him em
I will be the initial person to harm them
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knocc Out and every nigga down with him
By the way, I despise B.G. Knocc Out and all his associates
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killer
Because I possess natural skills for killing
In a Steeler hat motherfucker cuz it's like that
Wearing a hat representing the Pittsburgh Steelers, motherfucker, because that's the way it is
There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
There are numerous individuals that I could mention
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
Who are always ready to shoot enemies during a conflict
It doesn't make a difference, cuz it's about
It doesn't matter, because it's all about
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence
Whoever can draw their weapon the fastest to terminate someone's life
For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
For example, let's consider these foolish individuals from the Ruthless Records label
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
These foolish Ruthless Records artists and the Dogg Pound Gang together in a singular space
Assume, it's only for conversation
Let's assume it's solely for discussion
So let's conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Therefore, let's have a discussion while discreetly handing someone a .38 caliber gun, and then depart
Empty out the clip
Shoot all the rounds from the firearm
Mind on stead-trip, cuz niggas talk shit
My mind is focused, because people talk nonsense
Now if, a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
If a person had an opportunity to pray before their death
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive
Would the individual die or survive?
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive
If I were in your position, would I be able to withstand the circumstances?
Probably not, you'd probably let your Glock go pop
Most likely not, you would likely pull the trigger on your handgun
Now drop, to your knees
Now kneel down
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowing in the breeze
Envision the image of Dat Nigga Daz casually drifting with the wind
From the twitch of the eyes
From the slight movement of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
You can perceive the boundary, simply recognize it when you encounter it
Cause it messes up the flow, to the real fillings y'know
Because it disrupts the natural progression and authentic emotions, you know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
I prefer to leisurely drink a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Can you imagine yourself present in the same space as Everlast?
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Attempting to imitate a musical style, but I don't believe it will succeed
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy
Individuals who prevent others from achieving success due to their jealousy
Then away like a stray dog
Disappear suddenly like an abandoned dog
Tryin to claim every bitch as his own
Attempting to possess and control every woman
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Cock-blockers come from various racial backgrounds
Even blue, now this is true
They even come in the color blue, it's a fact
Trying to fuck your woman, and even you
Trying to have sexual relations with your partner, and even with you yourself
Now what the fuck would you do, motherfucker
Now how would you react, you damn fool
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, DELMER DREW ARNAUD, DWIGHT WILLIAMS, JEWELL CAPLES, RICARDO BROWN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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