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.
Real Loccs
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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(Lynch Talking)
About to leave the studio it's 9-11, 2002
Up in here wid my nigga C-O once again
Ya know what I'm sayin?
And the motherfuckin' bad news is
What? Suspicion is back
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I got that spit venom shit that'll wrinkle up ya denim shit
Fuck them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them quick
Turn 'em into statues, lead tattoos I stay
Twenty four deep and bring niggaz the bad news like
The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles
Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models
From the Garden to the creep module
I'm off the bottle makin' money like I won the lotto
You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nuts
Had a dream watchin' me get out the four door to get these guts
I spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James get aim
Cause like Pac's attraction I grip thangs
And it's hard and cold it'll make ya heart a cold
I sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to hold
And I'll tell you somethin' else fool Suspicion for life
Have you comin' home from work late, missin' ya wife
And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore up
Nuttin' else better I do, than cut up cold cuts
I'm a meat eatin', skin collector been connected
Wid some niggaz that'll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked
Layin' dead in ya Lexus, what you doing?
Fryin' niggaz like they do out in Texas, Why?
Lyin' to niggaz cause they fakin' the love
You be the one takin' the slug
And you show me that you ain't got no love for me I'm done cuz
(Hook)
Niggaz that say they real fake as fuck
Have you left set up dead in a vacant lot
No matter what they can talk all that gangsta shit
If ya gangsta walk still ain't shit
I break ya loccs and run up in yO shit
(x2)
(Suspicion)
Look we roll shit blow shit, I been blue shit
Old shit new shit, keep it true shit
Always in a blue fit, and old school kicks
Posted where they move bricks if it was me quick
I sold shit stole shit, I had to move shit
Old shit new shit, to keep a few chips
Man my life wasn't nothin' sweet
At fifteen years old was livin' out on the street
With rocks between my teeth like where the fuck I'm gon' sleep
Grandmomma don't want me and I ain't seen dad for weeks
And momma ain't never been there for me
It's like she probably never cared to shed a tear for me
So now the whole world's like a glare to me
Through all these hard times can barely see prepared to leave
But I dare one of these cats wid no haps for they fame
This rap's for the tracks yeh they wack but they flames
Tryna dirty up my name, I leave 'em stained
Gunshots to middle of they brain, I leave 'em drained
Duck cops from here to the gate, I leave 'em dazed
Bust shots at all of them cops this shit be crazed
Cause fuck goin' back to that place I take the grave
Whether you see me go out ridin' or as a slave
Just look at how they got us, dealin' wid drama
Fuck it pour another shot of that Vodka load up the chopper
(Hook x2)
(Brotha Lynch Hung)
I'm young black shit wid mack shit
In the back shit make 'em do back flips
You must be off that crack shit
Fuckin' wid the tactics got spitz like a gat spit
And I'm gonna rip a nigga to bits for instance
I burn incense and think about shit
I don't need your ten cents juts break 'em right quick (then what?)
Shake 'em right quick (then what?), make 'em bite dick
You suck lug nuts ya love nuts I plug stuff, cut guts up
Ya tough luck punk, fuckin' wid flames around gas
Heat, enough heat to cook ya turkey fried deep like
Louisiana blow sacks like Santana might
Run up in ya spot with the dark blue bandana right
Wid banana clips takin' you out, run in ya house
Let the nine milli cum in ya mouth
Runnin' the South like Cash Money
I bang niggaz in the head you a crash dummy
I mash niggaz
(Hook x2)
Brotha Lynch Hung's song Real Loccs features Suspicion and was released on September 2, 2002, which is the date mentioned in the introduction of the song. The lyrics of the song talk about the life and struggles of the artists growing up in the streets, the violence they had to face, and the betrayal of friends who claim to be real but are fake as hell. Lynch talks about his spit venom shit that'll wrinkle up your denim shit as he describes the violence he can inflict on those who cross him. He talks about running up in people quick and turning them into statues with lead tattoos, making them appear like bad news.
In the chorus, the artists talk about the fake gangsters who talk all that gangsta shit but can't do anything real. They can set you up dead in a vacant lot and show that they have no real love for you. Suspicion talks about how difficult his growing-up years were, how he had to sell, and sometimes steal and move things to keep afloat. He talks about being fifteen years old, living on the streets with rocks between his teeth, not knowing where he would sleep at night. Throughout the lyrics of the song, Lynch and Suspicion talk about their street lives and the betrayals that they have faced from people who claimed to be real.
Line by Line Meaning
I got that spit venom shit that'll wrinkle up ya denim shit
I have powerful lyrics that can twist your perception and make you feel uncomfortable
Fuck them niggaz they all hoes I run up in them quick
I dislike those who act like tough guys and will confront them immediately
Turn 'em into statues, lead tattoos I stay
I can transform my enemies into immovable and lifeless objects with my strong presence
Twenty four deep and bring niggaz the bad news like
I work with a group of people and we often bring only unpleasant messages to others
The Metro Section I spit petrol like gas nozzles
My lyrics are hot and explosive like gasoline, and can ignite a fire in the listeners' hearts
Bang wid my thangs nigga, you the last models
I use my weapons to strike my enemies and eliminate them one by one
From the Garden to the creep module
I spread my influence and power to different areas and people, from friendly to dark and malicious
I'm off the bottle makin' money like I won the lotto
I've overcome my addiction and am now making large amounts of money, as if I've won the lottery
You wanna follow wid ya tongue stickin' out ready to lick these nuts
You want to be associated with me and my success, and are willing to do anything to be close to me
Had a dream watchin' me get out the four door to get these guts
You dream of me taking action and going out of my way to obtain what I want, with confidence and determination
I spit flames, beat niggaz like Rick James get aim
My lyrics are fiery and energetic, and I defeat my enemies in a manner similar to a legendary musician
Cause like Pac's attraction I grip thangs
Similar to the attraction that late rapper Tupac Shakur had on his fans, I possess power and control over my weapons
And it's hard and cold it'll make ya heart a cold
The harsh reality of my actions and lifestyle can make one feel emotionless and apathetic
I sweat so much I'm so hot, I'm hard to hold
I work so hard and excel in my field so much that I become unapproachable and hard to handle
And I'll tell you somethin' else fool Suspicion for life
I am devoted to my criminal lifestyle and will always remain suspicious of those around me
Have you comin' home from work late, missin' ya wife
I can cause you to be late from work and put a strain on your personal life, leaving you feeling lonely and isolated
And ya kids and ya cribs tore up, I leave ya ribs tore up
I leave a trail of destruction and violence, damaging your family and home
Nuttin' else better I do, than cut up cold cuts
My actions are violent, and there's nothing I enjoy more than cutting up my enemies' bodies
I'm a meat eatin', skin collector been connected
I am a violent and sadistic individual who collects the skin of my victims as trophies
Wid some niggaz that'll cut you in the neck and leave you butt naked
I have associates who are willing to kill and mutilate, leaving their victims exposed and vulnerable
Look we roll shit blow shit, I been blue shit
I engage in drug-related activities and have used various narcotics
Old shit new shit, keep it true shit
I stay loyal to my criminal lifestyle and habits, whether they are old or new
Always in a blue fit, and old school kicks
I prefer the color blue in my wardrobe and fashion, and opt for older styles of footwear
Posted where they move bricks if it was me quick
I am familiar with drug trafficking and would take advantage of the opportunity if it were presented to me quickly
I sold shit stole shit, I had to move shit
I was involved in selling and stealing drugs to make money, and had to be vigilant in keeping my items hidden and secure
Man my life wasn't nothin' sweet
My life was difficult and full of hardship, with no easy or pleasant moments
At fifteen years old was livin' out on the street
I was homeless and had to fend for myself on the streets at a young age
With rocks between my teeth like where the fuck I'm gon' sleep
I was so poor that I slept with rocks in my mouth, unsure of where I would find shelter
Grandmomma don't want me and I ain't seen dad for weeks
My grandmother did not want me and I had not seen my father in a long time, leaving me feeling abandoned and alone
And momma ain't never been there for me
My mother was absent from my life, neglecting her duties as a parent
It's like she probably never cared to shed a tear for me
I feel as if my mother never expressed any love or compassion towards me
So now the whole world's like a glare to me
I am suspicious and distrusting of others due to my difficult upbringing and lack of familial support
Through all these hard times can barely see prepared to leave
Despite my struggles, I remain strong and ready to leave my past behind me
But I dare one of these cats wid no haps for they fame
I challenge those who pretend to be successful but lack the skill or capability to back up their claims
This rap's for the tracks yeh they wack but they flames
My music is inspired by and dedicated to the underground rap scene, which may not be popular but still possesses strong lyrics and beats
Tryna dirty up my name, I leave 'em stained
Those who attempt to defame or discredit me will themselves be tarnished and embarrassed
Gunshots to middle of they brain, I leave 'em drained
I am willing to use deadly force and violence to eliminate my enemies and leave them exhausted and defeated
Duck cops from here to the gate, I leave 'em dazed
I can evade law enforcement and leave them confused and disoriented
Bust shots at all of them cops this shit be crazed
I am willing to engage in a shootout with the police, highlighting my disregard for authority and the law
You suck lug nuts ya love nuts I plug stuff, cut guts up
You are inferior and weak, and I am superior and willing to harm you in violent ways
Ya tough luck punk, fuckin' wid flames around gas
You are outmatched and unlucky for crossing me, who operates with danger and unpredictability at all times
Heat, enough heat to cook ya turkey fried deep like
My firepower is intense and powerful, capable of 'cooking' someone even at a deep-fried level
Louisiana blow sacks like Santana might
I possess and distribute large amounts of marijuana, similar to musician Santana and his band
Run up in ya spot with the dark blue bandana right
I will invade your location and intimidate you, wearing my signature dark blue bandana
Wid banana clips takin' you out, run in ya house
I am equipped with banana-shaped gun clips and will invade your home to eliminate you
Let the nine milli cum in ya mouth
I will use a 9mm gun and shoot you in the mouth, causing death or severe injury
Runnin' the South like Cash Money
I am dominating the southern rap scene and making large amounts of money, similar to Cash Money Records
I bang niggaz in the head you a crash dummy
I use violence and force to attack my enemies, and you are weak and easily defeated like a crash test dummy
I mash niggaz
I defeat and crush my enemies with ease
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Jessinell Livingston
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