Anybody Killa (born June 26, 1974 as James Lowery) is a Psychopathic Record… Read Full Bio ↴Anybody Killa (born June 26, 1974 as James Lowery) is a Psychopathic Records artist. Lowery is of Native American descent, and his family belongs to the Lumbee tribe. Despite a pronounced lisp, Lowery is able to deliver his violent, quasi-political lyrics fairly well. In fact, many fans have cited the impedement as part of ABK's appeal.

Anybody Killa (ABK) started his rap career in 1995 as part of the group Krazy Klan. He rapped under the name Jaymo while his partner (LAVEL) rapped as Jayho. Later he became the hype man for Blaze Ya Dead Homie before going out on his own.

Hollow Point
Anybody Killa Lyrics

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(Two seperate worlds, opposites, yet alike in so many many ways. Both these worlds are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The war of good vs evil, which is which you decide. Only one thing will outlast both armies, only one thing will survive in the end. And that special magical little item, is that of which we call the hollow tipped bullet)
Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)
Mood changes, time to rearrange
So love a dinosaur that you can't tame
I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game
Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim
Fuck a balla, I represent the 313

With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury
This how it is and I ain't changing for shit
Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip
I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be
Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it underground
And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop
Keep away from juggahos till I load up my glock
Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems
And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them
[Chorus:]
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use
Play games with this killa and your destined to lose
Mental stress, keeping me alive
Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night
Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches
Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches
I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict
Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick
You ask my name (Abk!), you know the game ain't changed
Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same
As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude
Running through the streets, acting rude
So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus
And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (Lotus!)
Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree
Let these hollow points change ya mind!
[Chorus:]
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me
Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury
Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub off?
Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off?
Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up
And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up
The types of shit most people call unreal
But it's the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train
With the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain
If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you?
Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you
What type of person do you think that I am?
Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?)
Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you
Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to
[Chorus:]
You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game
I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same

Overall Meaning

The song "Hollow Point" by Anybody Killa is a dark and intense commentary on the life of a killer. The lyrics paint a vivid and graphic picture of a world where violence and murder are a way of life. The chorus, "You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game, I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same," emphasizes the power that violence and the use of deadly force have in this world. The song is a cautionary tale about the dangers of letting violence and murder become your way of life, and the consequences that can result.

The lyrics of "Hollow Point" are rich with symbolism and metaphor. The "dark carnival" and "psychopathic wig splitta" are representative of the duality of good and evil, which are engaged in an eternal war with each other. The "hollow tipped bullet" is a metaphor for the ultimate weapon, which will outlast both armies in the end. The city of Detroit and the Eastside are used as a backdrop for the violent world of the song, and the imagery of gunplay and gangbanging is used to evoke a sense of danger and fear.

Overall, "Hollow Point" is a powerful and thought-provoking song that forces the listener to confront some uncomfortable truths about the world we live in. It is a reminder that violence and murder are never the answer, and that we must strive to find a better way to deal with the challenges and conflicts that we face.

Line by Line Meaning

Sit back and let me take you into the mind of a killa
Allow me to give you a glimpse into the thought process of a killer

Dark carnival, psychopathic wig splitta (anybody!)
I belong to the dark and twisted realm of the psychopathic, where I take pleasure in causing harm to others

Mood changes, time to rearrange So love a dinosaur that you can't tame
I'm prone to sudden mood swings and it's time to shake things up. It's like trying to love a dinosaur - it's impossible to control

I bring pain, what you think I'm playing a game Detroit is my home, Eastside's what I claim
I inflict pain on others and it's no joke. I come from Detroit, specifically the Eastside, and I'm proud of it

Fuck a balla, I represent the 313 With Tek 9's and green trees, it's a luxury
I don't care for flashy people, I represent Detroit's area code 313. I have Tek 9 guns and high-quality marijuana, which is a luxury item for me

This how it is and I ain't changing for shit Fuck the earth, mean mugging, waiting for someone to trip
This is my way of life and I'm not changing it for anyone or anything. I have a hostile attitude towards the world, waiting for anyone to cross me

I'm sick and tired of fucking waiting for you wanna be Thugs to quit, that's why I keep it underground And drop the killa shit, for juggalos that keep it real non-stop
I'm tired of people pretending to be tough, that's why I keep it underground and release music for my fans who are true to themselves

Keep away from juggahos till I load up my glock Cause in Detroit we got mothafucking problems And all the gunplay that you hear is my homies trying to solve them
Stay away from my fans until I'm armed with my gun. There are problems in Detroit and my friends use guns to solve them

You can't tell me anything, hollow points control the game I can tell you, watch the trigger, things will never be the same
Hollow point bullets are the most effective in controlling the game of life and death. Avoid pulling the trigger unless you're ready for the irreversible consequences

I gotta brand new Tek, that I'm dieing to use Play games with this killa and your destined to lose
I have a new Tek 9 gun that I can't wait to use. Don't try to mess with me or you'll be sorry

Mental stress, keeping me alive Sniffing lines of gunpowder to start off the night
The stress I feel keeps me alive. I use gunpowder as a stimulant to kickstart my nights

Curbside gangbanging with some mark ass bitches Gunsmoke from bullet holes leaves you dead in the ditches
I hang out on the streets with low-level criminals. If you're hit by my gunfire, you'll end up dead in a ditch

I'm just an average individual, street slanging convict Pocket full of bullets, ready to use them up quick
I may look average, but I'm actually a street criminal serving time. I always have bullets on me and I'm ready to use them without hesitation

Ask my name (Abk!), you know the game ain't changed Labeled as a killa, busting caps all the same As any other mothafucka with a piece, and a little bit of attitude Running through the streets, acting rude
People know me as ABK and my game hasn't changed. I'm known as a killer who will shoot anyone who crosses me. I'm just like any other criminal with a gun and a cocky attitude, running through the streets

So hate if you want to, but I'ma keep my focus And continue with the magic that I practiced with the Lotus (Lotus!)
You can dislike me all you want, but I'll stay focused on my goals. I'll keep making the magical music that I'm known for by practicing it with my group Lotus

Psychopathic, and I'm down for life, and anyone who dissagree Let these hollow points change ya mind!
I belong to the psychopathic community for life, and anyone who disagrees can be convinced by the sheer power of hollow point bullets

I feel the urge to murder, there's no need to cure me Seven lives, under the light, at night, I'm filled with fury
I have an insatiable urge to kill and I don't feel the need to change. I've already taken seven lives and I become even more aggressive when the sun sets

Is it true that the people who you hang with, rub off? Is that why me and Violent J love cutting bitches heads off?
Do the people I associate with affect who I become? That might explain why Violent J and I enjoy decapitating women

Imagine everytime you woke up, you was getting choked up And had to grab a shank and slit a throat up
Imagine waking up every day feeling suffocated and resorting to stabbing someone with a sharp object to relieve that feeling

The types of shit most people call unreal But it's the thing that makes you feel, the way to deal, is just to kill
The things that most people find unbelievable are the things that bring me the most satisfaction. Killing is the only way I know how to cope

Crazy, ballistic, cause my head is a train With the empty fucking wallet so there's so much to gain
I'm crazy and unpredictable because my thoughts are like a speeding train. I don't have much money, but there's a lot to gain from my crimes

If I appeal to you, do you think I keep it real with you? Turn my back and let my hollow points drill into you
If you find me appealing, do you think I would be truthful with you? If you betray me, I won't hesitate to use my hollow point bullets on you

What type of person do you think that I am? Because we had a conversation and afterwards we shook hands (How ya doing? What's up?)
What impression do you have of me after our conversation and handshake? (a sarcastic greeting follows)

Don't get it in your head that I would never hurt you Cause the ones that getting shot are the ones that deserve to
Don't think I wouldn't harm you, because the people getting shot are the ones who deserve it

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