Symphony
Attitude/Bran' Nu/D.O.E./Timbaland Lyrics
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Before I became a feign
I took over the world
When they gave me a beat machine
And then I made my city jump, jump
Who's your favorite producer?
Come on baby, let it bump, bump
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
Who you stunting on? I'm never off
I set it off like you was never home
Was dedicated, bop bop
Lit up my way, bounce bounce
Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats is crazy
You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
But don't get it confused
Never had no silver spoon
But you gotta long walk
Try and fit Timbaland's shoes
And next up
I'm a lead that's me (ay, what's your name?)
D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
N.Y.C, make a billion G
Why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (Okay, okay)
When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
Timbaland, he produced, if you're a fruit, produce
Riding it in the old school
Living like I'm old school
She french kissed my neck
And then I told her merci voux cou
Put it in your bag, no baby I ain't fat
When I fuck you it's a wrap
I'm a put you in the cab
Better be happy I rap
If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
And I, and I'm coming for your stash
When I find out where you at
I'll be shimmying your lock
Get the fuck up out your bed
You better give me what you got
Want your money, money, money, money
Blind like there's no money, oh gotta go money
And his pocket's fully drained
And he's back to nothing change
And I'd wish he'd come run up on me
He gone find that he'd done made the wrong move
I ain't changed, still the same
D.O.E be the name
I'm from north side queens
Next up
Ha, ay yo, believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Bran'Nu A.K.A Brandy
(And where you from?) Mississippi
But was raised in Cali
Why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (I got it, I got it ha)
It's been a long time coming, I'm back
Like I forgot something important
Hey, have a problem with me?
I've faded to black like church slacks
Now I'm in a range, no Cadillac
So you don't want it with me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
I got you head strung
It's my return like the kingdom come
I'm taking off like a rocket
I got this beat in my pocket
I keep your heart dropping (Bran'Nu)
Never gonna hold me back
Timbo put me on the map
Now you wanna say I act brand new
Just like my Pradda boots
Strutting like a model do
Don't you wish you had another chance to
Get up under my skin
Fronting like you getting in it
You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
I gotta learn, you like a school dude
Cause clearly you don't have a clue
So next up
Yeah, ay yo believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
(And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G
And why don't you get on the mic
For the symphony (okay)
All this dope shit never mediocre
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
On my side, pride leashing, it's over
Come to fly to drive, I'm a need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of, like a G's supposed to
They can put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
Rap, wait, smack 'em if they say a part
Diss me, I'll put the ratchet
On you and your fading heart
I know that man never thought that it could happen
Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
Naw I ain't never homie, music is my passion
I ain't show compassion at all, I be fucking
Yelling I'm the shit, if you with nobody's asking
Oh I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man
That's why I stay soaked on player
Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer
I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
And If I miss I come back like a ricochet
In the song Symphony by Attitude, Bran' Nu, D.O.E. and Timbaland, each artist showcases their individual talents while also coming together to create a cohesive piece. The lyrics are focused on their rise to success in the music industry and flaunting their wealth and abilities as they have made it to the top.
The opening verse is by Timbaland, who talks about how he was "mean" before he became a "feign" or addict to music production. He then boasts about taking over the world with his beat machine and making his city jump. He also calls himself a "tycoon" who just bought another home and sets off like his competition was never there.
D.O.E. takes over the mic next and talks about his upbringing, being from N.Y.C and making a billion G's. He also talks about his ability to produce top-quality music and how if anyone wants his sound, they have to pay for it. He ends his verse by saying that fitting Timbaland's shoes is a long walk but it's something he aspires to do.
In the third verse, Bran' Nu talks about her return to music after some time, saying that she is back and better than ever. She also addresses anyone who calls her "brand new" (a pun on her own name) and calls out anyone who is trying to get under her skin.
Finally, Attitude brings the song to a close with his verse, where he talks about his wealth, success and his music being his passion. He also references his ability to drop a hit every time he has something to say, and even if he misses, he'll come back like a ricochet.
Overall, Symphony is a powerful song about each artist's individual prowess in the music industry, but it also showcases how their talents have come together to create something amazing.
Line by Line Meaning
Aye, I was mean
I used to be aggressive or cruel
Before I became a feign
Before I became addicted or obsessed
I took over the world
I gained a lot of influence and power
When they gave me a beat machine
When I was given a musical instrument
And then I made my city jump, jump
And then I made my city excited and energetic
Who's your favorite producer?
Who is your preferred creator?
Come on baby, let it bump, bump
Come on, let it play loudly and rhythmically
I'm like a music cyclone when I'm in the zone
I am like a powerful force in music when I'm focused
A typhoon every time I can hold a song
A strong, impactful presence every time I create a song
A tycoon, I just went and brought another home
A successful and influential person who has acquired another musical project
Who you stunting on? I'm never off
Who are you trying to impress? I am always on top
I set it off like you was never home
I initiate actions as if you were never present
Was dedicated, bop bop
I was determined and committed
Lit up my way, bounce bounce
Provided light to guide me, jump excitedly
Anyway I want, private jet, get it out
However I desire, I can afford a private jet
Will bread do? You know what Tim about?
Is money enough? You know what Timbaland values?
Ferrari 599, windows tinted out
Luxury car with darkened windows
I, I, I'm the man, my, my beats is crazy
I am confident and skilled, my music is extraordinary
You want the sound, freaky freaky you gotta pay me
If you want the unique music, you have to compensate me
But don't get it confused
But don't misunderstand
Never had no silver spoon
I didn't have an easy or privileged upbringing
But you gotta long walk
But you have a challenging journey
Try and fit Timbaland's shoes
Try to live up to Timbaland's success and reputation
And next up
And the next person performing
I'm a lead that's me (ay, what's your name?)
I'm a front-runner, that's who I am
D.O.E on the M.I.C (and where you from?)
D.O.E on the microphone, and I'm from NYC
N.Y.C, make a billion G
New York City, where I can make a billion dollars
When you see me walk through, got the whole crew
When you see me arrive, I have my entire team with me
Timbaland, he produced, if you're a fruit, produce
Timbaland produced the track, and if you're talented, show it
Riding it in the old school
Driving in a vintage car
Living like I'm old school
Living in a traditional or nostalgic manner
She french kissed my neck, And then I told her merci voux cou
She kissed my neck with passion, and then I thanked her in French
Put it in your bag, no baby I ain't fat
Take what I'm offering, no, sweetheart, I'm not overweight
When I fuck you it's a wrap
When I have sex with you, it's unforgettable
I'm a put you in the cab
I'm going to send you home in a taxi
Better be happy I rap
You should be grateful that I am a rapper
If I wasn't I'd be trapped with the mass
If I wasn't a rapper, I would be stuck with ordinary people
And I, and I'm coming for your stash
And I, I'm going to take your money
When I find out where you at
When I discover your location
I'll be shimmying your lock
I will be picking your lock
Get the fuck up out your bed
Get out of your bed quickly
You better give me what you got
You better give me all of your possessions
Want your money, money, money, money
I desire your money
Blind like there's no money, oh gotta go money
Blind to the fact that there's no wealth, oh I need to acquire money
And his pocket's fully drained
And his pockets are completely empty
And he's back to nothing change
And he has returned to having nothing
And I'd wish he'd come run up on me
And I hope he would confront me
He gone find that he'd done made the wrong move
He will realize that he made a mistake
I ain't changed, still the same
I haven't changed, still the person I was
D.O.E be the name
D.O.E is my name
I'm from north side queens
I'm from the north side of Queens, New York
Next up
The next person performing
Ha, ay yo, believe that's me
Hey, believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Bran'Nu A.K.A Brandy
(And what's your name?) Bran'Nu also known as Brandy
(And where you from?) Mississippi
(And where are you from?) Mississippi
But was raised in Cali
But I was raised in California
It's been a long time coming, I'm back
It has taken a while, but now I'm back
Like I forgot something important
Like I neglected something significant
Hey, have a problem with me?
Hey, do you have an issue with me?
I've faded to black like church slacks
I disappeared or became unseen like dark-colored church pants
Now I'm in a range, no Cadillac
Now I'm driving a Range Rover, not a Cadillac
So you don't want it with me
So you don't want to challenge or confront me
I'm on the tip of your tongue like bubble gum
I'm on the forefront of your thoughts like chewing gum
I got you head strung
I have you captivated or mentally occupied
It's my return like the kingdom come
It's my comeback or return like the second coming of Christ
I'm taking off like a rocket
I'm rapidly gaining success or popularity
I got this beat in my pocket
I have this beat prepared or under control
I keep your heart dropping (Bran'Nu)
I keep your heart racing or excited
Never gonna hold me back
Never going to hinder or restrain me
Timbo put me on the map
Timbaland brought attention or recognition to me
Now you wanna say I act brand new
Now you want to say I have changed
Just like my Pradda boots
Just like my expensive Prada boots
Strutting like a model do
Walking with confidence like a fashion model does
Don't you wish you had another chance to
Don't you wish you had another opportunity to
Get up under my skin
Get close or intimate with me
Fronting like you getting in it
Pretending like you're involved or included in it
You keep running your mouth like them frogs do
You keep talking excessively like frogs croak
I gotta learn, you like a school dude
I have to realize, you're like an ignorant person
Cause clearly you don't have a clue
Because clearly you have no idea
So next up
So the next person performing
Yeah, ay yo believe that's me
Yeah, hey believe that's me
(And what's your name?) Attitude on the M.I.C
(And what's your name?) Attitude on the microphone
(And where you from?) Alabama be the bigger G
(And where are you from?) Alabama, representing as a superior gangster
All this dope shit never mediocre
All this exceptional and high-quality stuff, never average
Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toaster
Plenty of money, so I have to keep a gun
On my side, pride leashing, it's over
My pride is restrained or controlled, it's finished
Come to fly to drive, I'm a need a chauffeur
When it comes to enjoying luxury, I need a chauffeur
I get a whole lot of, like a G's supposed to
I acquire a large amount of money, as a gangster should
They can put me in the fed for what's in my sofa
They can arrest me for what I hide in my couch
Rap, wait, smack 'em if they say a part
I rap, wait, hit them if they insult or challenge me
Diss me, I'll put the ratchet
Disrespect or criticize me, I'll use a gun
On you and your fading heart
On you and your dying or weak spirit
I know that man never thought that it could happen
I know that person never expected this to occur
Got my shit on and then I hoped in the Aspen
Put my belongings on and then I got into the Aspen (car)
Every chick I cash in, bigger pain in the ass and
Every woman I attract, becomes more troublesome
Better new freak, she thicker then the last one
Better new girlfriend, she is more curvaceous than the previous one
Naw I ain't never homie, music is my passion
No, I never stopped, music is my passion
I ain't show compassion at all, I be fucking
I haven't shown any empathy or kindness, I am having sex
Yelling I'm the shit, if you with nobody's asking
Yelling that I am exceptional, if you're with me, no one is questioning it
Oh I'm on fire like the shit in the ass man
Oh, I am on fire like the explosive substance
That's why I stay soaked on player
That's why I stay heavily involved in the game
Like how we are fucking up the ozone layer
Similar to how we are damaging the Earth's ozone layer
I drop a hit every time I got some shit to say
I release a successful song every time I have something to express
And If I miss I come back like a ricochet
And if I fail, I come back even stronger like a rebound
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TIMOTHY CLAYTON, LESLIE JEROME HARMON, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, JOHN M. MAULTSBY, BRANDY NORWOOD, KEITHIN JAMAL PITTMAN, JAMES DAVID WASHINGTON
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