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.
On My Briefcase
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
A pack of Saravegas and a 24 ounce O.E.
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes
In my 69 Malibu sittin' on trues and vogues
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
With some you can't see me tint on the windows Indo syndrome
Smokin' it up, not givin' a muthafuckin' fizuck
Got at the homie Carl, and got some of that bomb
Had me so fuckin' high I got off like Vietnam
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot
And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop
It's just that insane type of thang, let the Mac rain guts in the drain
Siccmade niggas they make the world go round
And if you fuck with Siccmade Music you can get your ass gunned down
(Phonk Beta):
I had a homie who stayed up in Alaska, used to transfer flights over Nebraska
And flew me back about a ounce of that Alaska Indica weed
And out of the whole zip possessed one seed
Had it wrapped real tight all up in cellophane
Can't have the K-9 dogs smell it, man
If only you saw what I was seein', the buds was almost pure white, not green
Had to be one of those one hitter quitter dome splitters
That's the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck your baby-sitter
I roll a fattie, when I roll this fattie
Niggas'll be all noid wonderin' why they lookin at me
Bitches have the nerve to say my shit ain't bomb
But it'll have your lungs burnin', like your puffin' on napalm
(Zagg):
I wipe that sweat up off my forehead, I'm off the cusche
Lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a Q-tip, it's splittin' my lips
And my dome stays split off toothpicks
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin' dead bodies in ditches
Appreciate the fact, come correct, cuz I could be vicious
Suspicion, comin' up on recognition I'm creepin' up from behind
With a 12 gauge, non-fiction, I'm all prepared to go for mine
So step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, I be lit on a for real base
With a machete I'll slice your neck just like them Jason cases
Murder traces, but I ain't pinned cuz there's no evidence
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and I can almost sense the essence
What's the lesson? Get tested, don't come if you can't come correct
It's that West Coast shit for life I don't know what you expected
I'm reckless, nevertheless I'm a pimp in a bulletproof vest
Puttin' it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
50 caliber rounds, I'm runnin' through your whole town
Buckin' em down like Doom set on deathmatch with the BFG-9000 cartoon
The lyrics of "On My Brief Case" by Brotha Lynch Hung depict vivid and provocative imagery about drug use, violence, and sexual themes. The first verse starts with Lynch describing his briefcase, which contains some weed, cigarettes, and a 24-ounce can of malt liquor. He then proceeds to talk about picking up a couple of prostitutes in his fancy Malibu car and cruising around while smoking weed. The lines "Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot" allude to illegal activities and the weed-induced paranoia that might be consuming him.
In the second verse, Phonk Beta talks about his experience with "Alaska Indica weed" and how intense it is. He describes how he had to wrap it in cellophane to avoid the keen sense of K-9 dogs from detecting it. The weed is potent and has a white appearance, and Phonk Beta suggests that it can make a person attracted to their babysitter.
The last verse is a contribution from Zagg, who talks about his experience with the potent purple cusche plant, which is a type of weed. He describes the effects of smoking it and warns people to come correct or face the consequences of crossing him. Zagg ends the verse with explicit reference to violence, saying that he is running through the whole town with his gun.
Overall, the song's lyrics depict an unfiltered and unapologetic version of the rap genre that touches on controversial subjects. It's not for everyone, but lovers of the rap genre can appreciate the honesty in the lyrics.
Line by Line Meaning
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
I had some broken weed on my briefcase
A pack of Saravegas and a 24 ounce O.E.
I also had some cigars and a big bottle of Olde English beer
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes
Might as well have sex with these two women
In my 69 Malibu sittin' on trues and vogues
I'm sitting in my classic Chevrolet car with fancy wheels
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
I've been wearing my fancy new shoes for days, they're shiny and have a reddish hue
With some you can't see me tint on the windows Indo syndrome
The car windows are so darkly tinted that you can't see inside due to my reckless use of marijuana
Smokin' it up, not givin' a muthafuckin' fizuck
I'm smoking marijuana and not caring about anything else
Sold the cut, my ex-hoe said that nigga's sqautin' what?
I sold some drugs and my ex-girlfriend is jealous of my success
Got at the homie Carl, and got some of that bomb
I got in touch with my friend Carl and bought some really good drugs
Had me so fuckin' high I got off like Vietnam
The drugs were so strong that I got very high, like soldiers fighting in Vietnam
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot
I'm cooking human body parts and female genitalia in a crockpot
And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop
I won't stop smoking weed until I run out or get too high to continue
It's just that insane type of thang, let the Mac rain guts in the drain
It's just a crazy situation, let bullets from my gun spill out someone's intestines in the streets
Siccmade niggas they make the world go round
People like me who commit crimes and do drugs are an important part of society, unfortunately
And if you fuck with Siccmade Music you can get your ass gunned down
If you get in the way of my music career or drug operation I might kill you
I had a homie who stayed up in Alaska, used to transfer flights over Nebraska
I had a friend who lived in Alaska who would frequently travel through Nebraska
And flew me back about a ounce of that Alaska Indica weed
He brought me back about an ounce of high-quality marijuana from Alaska
And out of the whole zip possessed one seed
Out of the entire bag of marijuana, there was only one seed remaining
Had it wrapped real tight all up in cellophane
I made sure to wrap the seed tightly in cellophane to avoid any smells or detection from drug-sniffing dogs
Can't have the K-9 dogs smell it, man
I'm worried that drug-sniffing dogs might smell the marijuana and get me in trouble
If only you saw what I was seein', the buds was almost pure white, not green
If only you saw the marijuana I had, it was so high quality that the buds were almost white instead of green
Had to be one of those one hitter quitter dome splitters
The marijuana was so strong that one hit would be enough to get you very high
That's the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck your baby-sitter
The marijuana was so strong that it would make some people want to have sex with their babysitter
I roll a fattie, when I roll this fattie
I'm rolling a large marijuana cigarette
Niggas'll be all noid wonderin' why they lookin at me
Other people will be suspicious and paranoid, wondering why they're looking at me
Bitches have the nerve to say my shit ain't bomb
Some women have criticized the quality of my drugs
But it'll have your lungs burnin', like your puffin' on napalm
Despite their criticism, my drugs are so strong that they will make your lungs feel like they're burning
I wipe that sweat up off my forehead, I'm off the cusche
I'm wiping sweat off my forehead, having just smoked marijuana
Lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a Q-tip, it's splittin' my lips
I'm relaxing and taking a big hit of marijuana, using a Q-tip to make sure the drug burns evenly in the joint
And my dome stays split off toothpicks
My head is in a foggy, high state due to the marijuana
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin' dead bodies in ditches
I quickly committed a crime, dumping dead bodies in a ditch
Appreciate the fact, come correct, cuz I could be vicious
Be careful around me and show respect, because I can be violent and dangerous
Suspicion, comin' up on recognition I'm creepin' up from behind
People are growing suspicious of me as I sneak up behind them
With a 12 gauge, non-fiction, I'm all prepared to go for mine
I'm carrying a 12-gauge shotgun and I'm ready to use it for my own benefit, without regard for others
So step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, I be lit on a for real base
Fall in line and take some hits of marijuana with me, and you'll be in a hazy, intoxicated state
With a machete I'll slice your neck just like them Jason cases
I'm threatening to kill someone with a machete, like the fictional character Jason from horror movies
Murder traces, but I ain't pinned cuz there's no evidence
I've potentially committed a murder, but I haven't been caught because there isn't enough evidence to convict me
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and I can almost sense the essence
I can smell the distinct aroma of marijuana, and it reminds me of the drug's overall essence and effect
What's the lesson? Get tested, don't come if you can't come correct
The lesson is to be careful and only associate with people who can handle the dangerous lifestyle associated with drug use
It's that West Coast shit for life I don't know what you expected
This is just the typical drug-filled, violent lifestyle that exists on the West Coast- what did you expect?
I'm reckless, nevertheless I'm a pimp in a bulletproof vest
I act recklessly, but I'm also a pimp who takes steps to protect myself by wearing a bulletproof vest
Puttin' it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
I'm doing better than you and you need to accept that you're beneath me in status
50 caliber rounds, I'm runnin' through your whole town
I have powerful weapons and I'm prepared to fight my way through an entire town to get what I want
Buckin' em down like Doom set on deathmatch with the BFG-9000 cartoon
I'm shooting and killing people with the same level of intensity as in a violent video game
Contributed by Amelia A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Jessinell Livingston
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