Brotha Lynch Hung has been described as the creator of the "horrorcore rap genre", and has sold 1.4 million cds independently. His rapping style has been described as smooth and quickly delivered.
Some listeners argue that Lynch Hung's 24 Deep album defines his musical style, but Lynch Hung has said in interviews and online forums that it does not.
Lynch Hung's second album Season of Da Siccness in 1995 proved to be the one of the most gruesome and mysogynistic Gangsta Rap albums ever released, graphically chronicling a life of drug use and sale, promiscuity, ultra-violence, rape, infanticide, and supposed cannibalism. This is Lynch's most commercially successful album, as it has now achieved gold album sales status.
Lynch Hung's lyrics are described as sicc -- having the same meaning as the word sick but utilizing the double "C" which is characteristic of local Crip gangsters (loccs) in Sacramento, CA and other parts of California. Lynch has stated in his song "24 Gone" that he himself is a Crip, residing in Crip areas of Sacramento has had an influence on his lyrics. He has been in gang confrontations, and he was shot once. He describes his real life experiences in his lyrics. He has since released Loaded in 1997. The next Lynch album was released in 2000 called EBK4 after a dispute with Black Market Records. The label allegedly restricted his creativity by featuring artists on the album against Lynch's will. Lynch asked his fans not to buy the album. He said "I don't care how they get it just don't buy it or steal it". Brotha Lynch released the DVD of Now Eat in 2000, which features a bloodthirsty and cannibalistic Lynch who goes on a rampage, killing and eating many people.
Lynch released Blocc Movement and Virus in 2001, Appearances: Book 1 in 2002, and in that same summer of 2002 he released his first DVD, Plague. Lynch's newer work includes Lynch by Inch: Suicide Note and Uthanizm in 2003, and the Now Eat DVD in 2000. In 2006 he released a collaboration with rapper MC Eiht entitiled "The New Season."
In May 2009, Mann signed a three album deal with Midwest rapper Tech N9ne's Strange Music label. In March 2010, he released his Strange Music debut, Dinner and a Movie, selling around 7,000 copies during its first week. His second Strange album, Coathanga Strangla, was released a year later in April 2011, and his third album with Strange Music, Mannibalector was released on February 5, 2013. The Horror-inspired trilogy told a fictional story of a crazed cannibalistic serial killer, struggling with life, family and the urge to kill. Each album debuted on the Billboard 200, and featured acts such as Snoop Dogg, Yelawolf, Hopsin and Tech N9ne among others. Following the release of the third album, Strange Music offered Mann a contract extension to keep him on the label.
Deep Down
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
My locc's told me homie make them tapes
And keep that 24 block alive
But if I feel I'm in need, I got's to ride
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side
Man it's the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Where I'm from that's how ya grow up
Man it's that wicked and 9 millimeter
Carrier bein stereo-typed daily
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's that baby
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm strapped
Ya heard it I got my own back-fade
Out into the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
Them homies given me that
But you got them fools that want a foe then
They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Man I ain't no punk
The average everyday thug that's how it sounds
I'm defendin myself, and loadin that mili
And leaving em layin
[Chorus] X 4
Deep down, there's a place for hope
[Mr. Doctor]
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
And foos would say that it's my fault I bet
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't fuck my set
How could I know that them foos would blast?
Later on, on my folks
It's funny how this bangin's got its different strokes
I think about my loccs and how they made it
Though I'm stressin from the fact
They gotta suffer from a bullet hole
And Mr. Doctor just don't have hope locc
It's only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked
And rivals is deep, up in my city foo
Since I'm on the underground team, I can't have no peace
My life is tore up so I guess I'm stuck
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm turnin it up
To get drunk, then I post up on the street
While I say to myself, for the block
Homie rest in peace
[Chorus] X 4
[Brotha Lynch]
They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
What that mean, I can't ride?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them ride
I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0
And lounge until it's time to go
Shinin up the forty-fo
Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo
And hopin if I should die, before I'm high
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and
Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and
I'm right up in the middle tryin to hang on and
Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
But then again
I'm down for when the homies is ready to roll em up
You know, stick in a dark-blue cut
And as I'm creepin through ya set
Trip, don't get caught up, shot up
The gardenblock locc's, man we leave em layin
[Chorus] X 4
Brotha Lynch’s song “Deep Down” is a perfect blend of gangsta rap depicting the harsh reality of life in the California ghettos.
In the first verse, Brotha Lynch explains why he carries a 9 mm gun, but he only does it when he feels like he needs to. He also raps about the violence and drugs that surround his upbringing, and how commonplace it is to flaunt your gang status and shoot your gun. He talks about how the violence is the only way he knows how to grow up, and carries a 12-gauge pump shotgun to protect himself against the everyday killers.
In the second verse, Mr. Doctor raps about his homies getting killed while they were out stealing, and how he feels responsible for not being with them at the time. He talks about the different factions that exist in the area, and how they all have different ways of dealing with their problems. He is stressed due to the fact that he can't get peace in his life, and how he is stuck living this gangster life. He tries to remember his fallen partner while he’s getting drunk, but that is the only moment when he feels a little bit of peace.
The chorus pops up after each verse, as a reminder that amidst all the gangster life, it is essential to find hope, even if it's deep down.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah I could load a 9 up everyday, but why
I have the ability to carry a gun every day, but I question the necessity.
My locc's told me homie make them tapes
My fellow gang members advised me to create music and spread our message.
And keep that 24 block alive
We need to maintain control over our neighborhood.
But if I feel I'm in need, I got's to ride
If I feel threatened, I will retaliate with force.
Carry a 9 for straight business, not just a side
I carry a gun for a specific purpose and not just for show.
Man it's the night-mare, creepin up in the cut
Danger is always lurking nearby.
I'm hittin dice games, barbeques, no matter what
I attend social events but remain cautious.
The things I've seen'll make ya throw up
The violence and suffering I have witnessed are horrifying.
Flaunt your flag, shoot your gats, hit your dank
Display your gang's colors, shoot your guns, and smoke marijuana.
Where I'm from that's how ya grow up
These actions are common in the neighborhood where I grew up.
Man it's that wicked and 9 millimeter
The danger is ever-present and carried in the form of a gun.
Carrier bein stereo-typed daily
People judge me based on my appearance and affiliation.
Ya got's to feel me, foo it's that baby
You must understand my situation, it's just the way it is.
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm strapped
There are dangerous people everywhere, which is why I carry a gun.
Ya heard it I got my own back-fade
I am responsible for my own safety and protection.
Out into the 'lac and hit the city of Sac
I am leaving my neighborhood to venture into Sacramento.
Them homies given me that
My gang members have my back and support me.
But you got them fools that want a foe then
There are individuals who seek conflict with me.
They wonderin why I'm carryin me a 12 gauge pump
Others question why I carry such a powerful weapon.
Man I ain't no punk
I am not weak or easily intimidated.
The average everyday thug that's how it sounds
I am just an ordinary person living in a dangerous environment.
I'm defendin myself, and loadin that mili
I am preparing to protect myself by loading my gun.
And leaving em layin
I am willing to use my gun to harm those who threaten me.
[Chorus] X 4
The chorus repeats four times throughout the song.
I guess it's hard to explain why I'm feelin how I'm feelin
It is difficult to describe how I am emotionally.
I guess I'm feelin sorrow cus my homies got some stealin
I am experiencing sadness because my friends have committed theft.
And foos would say that it's my fault I bet
Others might blame me for my friends' actions, I assume.
See cus I wasn't strapped yo, but I can't fuck my set
I did not have a weapon with me, but I cannot betray my gang's expectations.
How could I know that them foos would blast?
I had no way of predicting that they would use violence.
Later on, on my folks
My fellow gang members will seek revenge for this act.
It's funny how this bangin's got its different strokes
Gang life can manifest in various forms and beliefs.
I think about my loccs and how they made it
I remember my fellow gang members who have succeeded and survived.
Though I'm stressin from the fact
Despite the good, I am still anxious and worried.
They gotta suffer from a bullet hole
My friends have been injured or killed by gunshots.
And Mr. Doctor just don't have hope locc
I am losing faith in the possibility of things improving.
It's only been a month, since my last down partner got smoked
It has not been long since my friend was killed.
And rivals is deep, up in my city foo
There are many dangerous enemies within my town.
Since I'm on the underground team, I can't have no peace
As a part of an unofficial gang group, I am always at risk.
My life is tore up so I guess I'm stuck
My life is in shambles, and there is no easy solution.
Yeah, I got my St. Ides, I'm turnin it up
To cope with my troubles, I am drinking excessively.
To get drunk, then I post up on the street
I drink so that I can calm down and hang out on the street.
While I say to myself, for the block
I am motivated to continue to fight and remain loyal to my gang.
Homie rest in peace
I mourn and pay respect to my fallen friends.
[Chorus] X 4
The chorus repeats four times throughout the song.
They say that ain't the way to handle that type funk
Others might advise against escalating conflict in a violent manner.
But now I'm loadin up the strap, smokin on that blunt
Despite the risks, I am preparing for conflict while using marijuana.
Just cus the Brotha Hung is flag-up
Due to my affiliation with my gang, I am a target.
What that mean, I can't ride?
Does it matter if I have a right to defend myself?
Why G's up in my face, I'm bout to help them ride
Others are challenging me and my gang, and conflict is likely.
I keep a low pro, drink the 4-0
To avoid attention, I try to stay unnoticed while drinking malt liquor.
And lounge until it's time to go
I relax until it is necessary to act or leave.
Shinin up the forty-fo
I am maintaining and caring for my gun before using it.
Rollin up the boogey-boo, indo
I am also rolling and smoking marijuana.
And hopin if I should die, before I'm high
I hope that I die before I have to live in suffering or fear.
That they bury me in 50 pounds of chocolate thai
I jokingly suggest my preferred method of burial.
I got them homies from the south-side givin it up and
My fellow gang members from the south are loyal and dedicated.
Them homies from the east-side slangin that stuff and
My fellow gang members from the east are involved in selling drugs.
I'm right up in the middle tryin to hang on and
I am caught in the middle of contested territories and activities.
Tryin not to end up like them niggas doin time in the pen
I am trying to avoid being imprisoned like others in my community.
But then again
Despite my best efforts, violence and conflict may still find me.
I'm down for when the homies is ready to roll em up
I am willing to fight alongside my gang when challenged.
You know, stick in a dark-blue cut
I will use my blue-handled knife in a fight.
And as I'm creepin through ya set
As I move through enemy territory unnoticed.
Trip, don't get caught up, shot up
Be careful and avoid being killed or injured.
The gardenblock locc's, man we leave em layin
My gang, referring to ourselves as the gardenblock, will use deadly force when necessary.
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Jessinell Livingston
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