Voices
Bizzy Bone & AC Killer Lyrics

We's gon' be free one day...
Expressing hope for a better future where freedom is achieved.

Whoo! Aaron, don't let these voices take me away. (Help!)
The singer is struggling with inner demons and seeks help to resist them.

Shut up! Shut up!
The singer tries to silence the voices in their head.

Man I can end it with one blast to the brain
The artist considers suicide as an option to escape the pain caused by the inner voices.

What am I thinking?
The artist questions their thoughts and emotions.

Suicide could be better for me!
The singer believes that death could be an escape from their suffering.

Damn, what am I drinking?
The singer questions their choice of alcohol, which might be contributing to their distress.

My nigga, that's henessey!
The artist acknowledges drinking Hennessy, a type of cognac.

Factions of my body leak into a piece
The artist feels like their body is falling apart and losing cohesion.

Turning demons to giggling
The artist perceives the demons in their mind as laughing at their suffering.

Get him some Remy
The singer suggests a different type of cognac, Remy Martin, to alleviate their distress.

Now I'm tweaking, ecstacy'd out every weekend
The artist admits to using ecstasy regularly and experiencing side effects like restlessness.

Well why don't you try some PCP?
The singer suggests PCP, a hallucinogenic drug, as an alternative to ecstasy.

But the weed was still decent
The singer acknowledges the quality of the marijuana they are smoking.

Aww, shit he's just about seasoned
The singer characterizes themselves as experienced and knowledgeable about recreational drug use.

My liver won't give it up
The artist realizes that their liver is damaged from substance abuse and cannot process toxins effectively.

Your blood stream is immune
The artist implies that their circulatory system has developed a resistance to drugs.

Ate up an ounce of toxic mushrooms
The singer confesses to consuming a large amount of poisonous mushrooms.

Here you need some orange juice
The singer suggests orange juice as a remedy for mushroom poisoning.

OJ! I hate him (you what?)
The artist expresses their dislike for OJ Simpson, a former football player and actor who was accused and acquitted of murder.

But fuck that and pop you one of these valiums I could
The artist suggests taking Valium, a medication used to treat anxiety, to alleviate their troubled state of mind.

He's Satan desciple, he's coming to get you very soon
The artist feels like they are under the influence of Satan or some demonic force that threatens to harm them.

Satan desciples, he's coming to get you very soon
A variation of the previous line that emphasizes the threat posed by the demonic force.

He can come in the form of drugs
The artist implies that Satan or demons can exploit drug use to enter a person's mind and manipulate them.

He can come in the form of blood
The singer implies that Satan or demons can spread their influence through violent or bloody acts.

Hey rejoice!
The singer exhorts someone to be happy or celebrate something.

I know where we can get some napalm
The singer suggests obtaining a highly explosive substance as a way of causing destruction.

My sister's baby's daddy's getting the bomb first
The artist identifies someone as a target for the attack and portrays them as deserving of punishment.

Did you hit up my babies' moms?
The artist asks if someone has contacted their ex-partner and the mother of their children, possibly to cause them harm.

Now roll up another L!
The singer requests to smoke another marijuana joint.

I love it when niggas go out with a bang
The singer expresses pleasure in witnessing violent or explosive behavior from others.

Throw my thangs!
The artist asserts their dominance and readiness for violent actions.

Naw baby, blow out his fucking brains!
The artist instructs someone to shoot and kill someone else.

I lit up a cigarette, look innocent 'cause we're passing 4th District
The artist adopts a nonchalant demeanor to avoid suspicion while driving through a certain area.

Double glock, stick it out that window ready to start some shit!
The singer reveals that they are carrying two handguns and are prepared to use them to initiate a conflict with others.

Hit that, trippin' out flippin' out, getting off, getting out
The artist urges someone to shoot at someone else, while they are experiencing the effects of drugs and losing control over their emotions.

Fuck em!
The singer expresses disregard or contempt for someone else.

Baby calm down, the law's right behind you
The singer advises someone to stay calm, as the police are pursuing them.

I'm a buck em, stop the car!
The singer announces their intention to shoot at the police and commands the driver to stop the car.

Turn around and bust em, it didn't even stop 'em
The artist shoots at the police, but they keep chasing them.

Gives a fuck about they backup, pop my trunk!
The artist indicates that they are not afraid of the police reinforcements and opens the trunk of the car, possibly to retrieve another weapon.

That's when they shot him
The singer suggests that they were wounded or killed by the police during the shootout.

You're dead as a doorknob, doorknob, doorknob
The chorus repeats a phrase that implies the inevitability of death and the brevity of life.

Who me?
The artist questions their identity or role in the situation described in the song.

I'm the voice in your head
The artist declares that they are a manifestation of the inner demons, fears, or desires that reside within the listener's mind.