Hyssop Of Love
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Wolves in disguise
How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes?
Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
They ain't never loved me, it's bullshit and lies
Won't you recognize
All the real gold gets stole by design
That shit in your mind
Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes
Niggas ticking with the times
Getting picked up by the crimes
Niggas say he over weight

I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
Nah this ain't no weed, different type of high
Got it for the free

Never needed no dollars to prove worth
Or a slap in the face, before I could move first
On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping
We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love
These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood
Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct
Rebuild in the ashes, cashes
With the training underwater with the passion, traction
Started gaining some muscle
Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows
Wasn't moving no Os
But it's a symbol of hustle
Spreading love is an intricate puzzle
And hate'll have you strung out and addicted to struggle

I'm on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking 'bout his love as of late (yeah)
Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
I've been feeling like the plug as of late (yeah)
And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good
And you need a pusher that'll push
That feeling then I'm that guy

I heard your plug was dry
I heard your plug was dry and I think I got what you need
I might be your guy
No this ain't no weed, different type of high

And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV
Sade coming out my mama speaker box
I know she see me vibin'
We would speak about the way
The world would try to keep me silent
Keep me vibing
Claim to keep the peace
And then assassinate the peace makers
We puff peace pipes
And anticipate
No you can't get security blankets where we from
Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison
But never had freedom a day in his life
I think that I remember
Probably tastes like kindred
If it's sweet I'm in my stride
It's mid December in these fucking walking boots
In a, John Hancock
Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral
But we in a different longitude
So we never arrive at the same point
Trees stay in the truth
So I ain't never smoked the same joint twice

I'm on this love as of late
Smoking bud
Praying to the one above
I been thinking 'bout this love as of late
Like a drug, you won't ever get enough
I've been feeling like a plug as of late
And I ain't saying it's the same kind of high
If you trying to feel good




And you need a pusher that'll push
That feeling then I'm that guy

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mick Jenkins's song Hyssop of Love speak to the struggle of maintaining integrity and authenticity in a society that often rewards deception and conformity. The opening line, "Wolves in disguise, how you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes," highlights the difficulty of recognizing those who seek to exploit or deceive us. The "sheep to the radio" represents those who blindly follow mainstream media and are "fooled and surprised" by how little it represents reality. Jenkins declares that "all the real gold gets stole by design," indicating that true value is often obscured or appropriated by those in power. The references to money - "these nickels and these dimes" - show how the pursuit of wealth can lead to moral compromise and a loss of one's true identity.


The lyrics then turn to Jenkins's experience as a drug dealer, though he emphasizes that what he provides isn't simply a high, but "a different type of high." He speaks of "spreading love," and suggests that those who focus on hate and struggle are "addicted" to such negative emotions. He acknowledges that he is "on this love as of late" and sees himself as a "plug," someone who can provide not just a product but a feeling that can elevate and inspire. The reference to Outkast's album The Love Below and Sade's music symbolize his connection to the culture that informs his artistry. He speaks of "puff[ing] peace pipes" and rejecting the violence that society often encourages.


Overall, Jenkins's lyrics show a deep commitment to authenticity and love, in contrast to the compromises and deceptions that are often rewarded. He recognizes the temptation to substitute surface-level pleasures for deeper fulfillment, but maintains his belief in something more meaningful.


Line by Line Meaning

Wolves in disguise
People pretending to be something they're not


How you supposed to see 'em with the wool in your eyes?
It's hard to recognize fake people if you're not paying attention


Sheep to the radio, we fooled and surprised
People blindly follow what they hear on the radio without questioning it


They ain't never loved me, it's bullshit and lies
People who claim to love him are lying for their own benefit


Won't you recognize
He wants people to wake up and see the truth


All the real gold gets stole by design
The important things in life are taken from us intentionally


That shit in your mind
The negative thoughts in one's head


Off a nigga head for these nickels and these dimes
People will kill for small amounts of money


Niggas ticking with the times
People are easily influenced by the current trends


Getting picked up by the crimes
People are getting caught up in illegal activities


Niggas say he over weight
People make excuses for their own problems


I heard your plug was dry
He heard that the person who supplies others with drugs is out of stock


I might be your guy
He can provide drugs to that person


Nah this ain't no weed, different type of high
He has a different type of drug that gives a different experience than weed


Never needed no dollars to prove worth
He doesn't need money to feel valuable


Or a slap in the face, before I could move first
He doesn't need someone to hurt him before he takes action


On a nigga these days you lose worse when you slipping
People will take advantage of your weakness


We came the truth, purged in the hyssop of love
They found the truth through love and purification


These niggas talk bread, but they missing the blood
People talk about money but forget about love and respect


Like they crippin' much like Krillin how they disk could destruct
People are weak and can't handle their own actions


Rebuild in the ashes, cashes
Rebuild oneself after life's difficult moments


With the training underwater with the passion, traction
Training and hard work with determination will lead to progress


Started gaining some muscle
He started to get stronger


Lemme tell you it actually started raining at shows
He started to gain success


Wasn't moving no Os
He wasn't selling drugs


But it's a symbol of hustle
Working hard without taking shortcuts


Spreading love is an intricate puzzle
Sharing love is complex


And hate'll have you strung out and addicted to struggle
Hate can cause people to feel hopeless and constantly fight against the odds


Smoking bud
He is smoking marijuana


Praying to the one above
He is praying to God


And this flow is clearly inspired by the love below the TV
His music is inspired by the album 'The Love Below' by Andre 3000


Sade coming out my mama speaker box
He grew up listening to the music of Sade


We would speak about the way
He and his mom would talk about life


The world would try to keep me silent
The world would try to suppress his voice


Claim to keep the peace
People claim to want peace


And then assassinate the peace makers
However, those who try to spread peace are often attacked


We puff peace pipes
We smoke peace pipes to symbolize peace


And anticipate
He is looking forward to a better future


No you can't get security blankets where we from
You can't rely on anyone but yourself where he comes from


Niggas have tasted money pussy and prison
People have experienced materialism, sex, and prison


But never had freedom a day in his life
They have never truly been free


I think that I remember
He has a memory of something


Probably tastes like kindred
He thinks it tastes like family or something familiar


If it's sweet I'm in my stride
He likes things that make him feel good


It's mid December in these fucking walking boots
He's walking around in winter


In a, John Hancock
He's in a building named John Hancock


Cause everything the South Side constitutes is lateral
Everything in his neighborhood is the same


But we in a different longitude
However, he is in a different place of his own choosing


So we never arrive at the same point
He's not going where everyone else is going


Trees stay in the truth
Nature never lies


So I ain't never smoked the same joint twice
He doesn't repeat things




Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: Chester A Hansen, Jayson Andrew Jenkins, Alexander William Sowinski, Matthew Adam Tavares, Leland Whitty

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Mellow Marmot

That synth section at 2:50 is so chill

victor ribeiro

That's Bad, That's Bad, That's Good!!

Adrian Ramirez

Favorite song of the album ❤️

holzVFX

underrated!

Ruby Tuesday

😍👏👏

Seau

I wrote a line like 3 months ago that said can't prove your wealth in cents. And nick pretty much said the same thing. Trips me out cause that shot happens all the time

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I liked the The Love Below/Speakerboxx reference

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