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.
Tools
Anybody Killa Lyrics
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Straight cap peelas
Walking the earth, been mean since birth
Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
Eastside bitches like that
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep
I've survived this long with a microphone
Roaming the streets, mean mugging police
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I just wanna let you know what I'm about
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
Face facts, do the math
You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that
Wait a minute let me tell the truth
I'm relaxed like a mothaf**ka tomahawking a fool
Walk away just keeping my cool
Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue
No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue
Yo Blaze am I right? (WOOP WOOP)
That's what the f**k I've been trying to say
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
That's why we only gather once a year
Because the world really can't afford to disappear
So now we all break bread never misled
And the drama that I bring you will never forget
And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
I'm just here to let you know that I got your back
(Chorus x2) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
(Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
I'm bored as the come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
The streets are talking I be listening, hearing
Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Some suckas with two little stripes to attack
Mothaf**kas ain't shit, I'm a soldier
Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
You see me packing a gun in the vest
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Me, I tell you one more time right I foze for mine
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys
I do it for the streets and the money, show respect
(Chorus x4) (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are all the things that a G brings
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
Streets is crucial, competition zero
The song "Tools" by Anybody Killa is a hard-hitting track that speaks to the underground experience and mentality of the rapper and his crew. In the lyrics, the audience is introduced to a group of "down ass underground killas" who have been "walking the earth, been mean since birth". They have a fierce and violent reputation, taking whatever they can, even if it's just a pebble of crack. The chorus talks about the tools they bring to any party, event, or funeral, including tomahawks, shotguns, axes, and chains. The lyrics speak of a life where survival is key, where enemies may lurk around every corner, and where loyalty is paramount.
The second verse is sung by Blaze Ya Dead Homie, who talks about the streets being "crucial" and competition being "zero". He speaks to his own cold and calculated demeanor, with lines like "I'm relaxed like a mothaf**ka tomahawking a fool" and "Walk away just keeping my cool". He describes himself as a "soldier" who will "drag bodies into coffins". The final verse of the song is performed by Anybody Killa again, and reinforces the violent and determined ethos of the group. He speaks of doing drive-bys, smacking hoes, and committing robberies for the streets and the money.
Overall, the song is a gritty and uncompromising portrait of a group of people who live by their own code, and are willing to use violence to maintain their way of life. It speaks to a specific underclass experience, one that is characterized by survival, loyalty, and the use of whatever tools are necessary to achieve those aims.
Line by Line Meaning
I wanna know where the f**k are my down ass underground killas
I want to know where my loyal, fearless, and underestimated comrades are
Straight cap peelas
Unrelenting shots fired without missing
Walking the earth, been mean since birth
Having a tough attitude since day one
Taking every damn thing in sight that's worth
Stealing anything valuable visible in front of me
Somebody stabbing you in the back, for a pebble of crack
A person double-crossing you for a small amount of drugs
Eastside bitches like that
Women from the eastern side of town tend to behave this way
Sometimes I feel that I can't eat, can't sleep
I am so troubled that I am unable to eat and sleep
Put me in a hole baby 6 feet deep
Bury me in a six-foot hole
Better yet, just leave me alone
It is preferable if you just leave me be
I've survived this long with a microphone
I've lived this long because of my love for music
Roaming the streets, mean mugging police
Wandering the streets and staring down police officers aggressively
Left hand on my nuts right gripping a piece
One hand holding my crotch while the other hand holding a gun
So now I feel that I owe it to ya'll
I believe I owe it to my fans
You're the reason that I'm here instead of dead and gone
I am alive and successful because of the support of my fans
And don't think that I'm here to stress you out
I am not here to cause any issues
I just wanna let you know what I'm about
I just want to show you what my music represents
Tomahawks, shotguns, axes, chains
These are the traditional weapons a gangster carries
These are all the things that a G brings
These are the items that a true gangster owns
To your party, birthday, wedding, funeral
No matter what kind of event it is, a gangster will bring their weapons
Streets is crucial, competition zero
The streets are essential, and there is no competition
Face facts, do the math
Accept reality and analyze the situation
You can try to relax but this killa ain't like that
You can attempt to calm down, but I am not a calm person
Wait a minute let me tell the truth
Hold on a moment, and I will speak sincerely
I'm relaxed like a mothaf**ka tomahawking a fool
Although I'm being violent, I'm still at ease
Walk away just keeping my cool
I will remove myself from the situation while remaining composed
Like I'm sneaking in line at a big venue
I am trying to blend in without being noticed like when trying to get into a popular event
No traits, no motive, nobody, no clue
There's no specific characteristics, cause, person or evidence to blame for my actions
That's what the f**k I've been trying to say
That is exactly what I have been attempting to communicate
Me and my whole damn family acting murderous ways
Both I and my entire family are dangerous and prone to act violently
That's why we only gather once a year
We only assemble once a year since we fear our strength as a unit could lead to destruction
Because the world really can't afford to disappear
Because our actions could cause severe damage to society
So now we all break bread never misled
We now come together and share a common goal
And the drama that I bring you will never forget
The events I cause will remain unforgettable
And the ones that's down no matter where you're at
Those who support me no matter where they are
I'm just here to let you know that I got your back
I want to ensure you that I will provide you with support and protection
I'm bored as they come, homie don't be slipping acting dumb
I am uninterested, but my friend should remain vigilant and not foolish
Shove the pistol in your mouth slightly quicker than some
I will quickly stick my gun in your mouth and not waste time
The streets are talking I be listening, hearing
I am attentive to the rumors and gossip circulated in the streets
Repping for my thugs who got nothing to be fearing
I'm a spokesman for my gang that is not afraid of anyone
Ask me if I ever been jacked, I've been screwed and taxed, don't ask
Do not ask me if I have been robbed as I have experienced worse than just robbery
Some suckas with two little stripes to attack
Those with minimal authority attempting to intimidate me
Mothaf**kas ain't shit, I'm a soldier
These people are insignificant, while I am a tough and brave fighter
Drag bodies into coffins by they bitch ass shoulders
I dispose of dead bodies by carrying them on their weak shoulders
Middle name Murda, Colton Grundy the rest
My middle name is Murder, and the rest of my name relates to the legend of Colton Grundy
You see me packing a gun in the vest
You see me carrying a firearm hidden under my clothing
Now do your best to stay alive, I ain't never gonna die
Do your best to survive because I will never die
Eternal like the galaxy, who wanna try?
Immortal like the universe, who is brave enough to test me?
I tell you one more time right I foze for mine
I repeat this till the end, I'll always protect what belongs to me.
Ain't no way ain't anybody gonna stop my shine
There is no chance that anyone can halt my progress or success
Do the drivebys bitch smacking hoes and robberys
Committing violent crimes like drive-by shootings, assaulting women, and robbing others
I do it for the streets and the money, show respect
I do it for the sake of the culture and the financial gain, therefore people should acknowledge and admire what I do
Contributed by Mason D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.