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.
Situation
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin'
I'm off that cloraseptic and that robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter
Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, 'cause we barbacuin'
In a funky situation that's how we do it
[Chorus]
Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again
I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes I just want to stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?
[E-40]
Runnin' shit like sosza, big bank hank
Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip
1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better watch that ass
I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last
On a block where I clock cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die
Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10
For what? for killin' my best friend
And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must
After the first time the second time was a rush
What about the third time? the third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works best
I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small
Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun
Snatchin' purses 'cause I'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn
Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'
[Chorus]
[First degree]
Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop
I got this dirty hemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers
But I'm an over achiever around these heaters
I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit
Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokes
But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more
'cause a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies
And her weak mind got all of Sacramento in a bind
Lizzy ann must die, the situation just ain't right
'cause she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her
I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter
[Twamp dog]
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up 'cause I did a jack
Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' I'm into straps, 'cause every time I get caught one was sittin' with me
2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
Think about the work that I did that night and what went wrong,
To get a rider caught
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched
Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes
Feelin' his anger,
Watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like
Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you
So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?
Take it to another court room?
And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.
You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see
If I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed
But I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks
Tryin' to give 10 years, if I go to trial and lose the muthafucka
Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge,
Sayin' don't work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked
Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run
Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck
'cause doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck
[Chorus]
The song "Situation" by Brotha Lynch Hung is a dark and gritty depiction of the harsh realities of life in the streets. The lyrics delve into themes of violence, betrayal, and hardship, with each verse telling the story of a different character who finds themselves caught in a difficult situation. The first verse is rapped by Lynch, who describes himself as a cold-blooded killer who has been traumatized by sexual abuse at a young age. He talks about a recent murder he committed and how he can't sleep at night because of his inner demons. The second verse is rapped by E-40, who tells the story of a drug dealer who has just been released from jail after serving time for killing his best friend. The third and final verse is rapped by First Degree and Twamp Dog, who tell the stories of a womanizer who has been betrayed by a woman he thought he could trust, and a gang member who is facing a long prison sentence.
Overall, the song paints a bleak picture of life in the streets, showing how easy it is for people to get caught up in violent and dangerous situations. It also explores the psychological toll that this kind of lifestyle takes on people, with each character wrestling with inner demons and struggling to cope with the hardships they face.
Line by Line Meaning
The only one who ever saw my face, I must erase, had to get filthy dirty
I had to kill the only person who saw my face to avoid getting caught, and it was a messy affair.
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I left the dead body in the victim's driveway, hoping nobody heard or saw anything.
I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
I left the scene with four pounds of weed.
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
I had all the necessary items to dispose of the body, including a ziplock bag, body bag, toe tag, a wet t-shirt to clean up with, and a black mask to conceal my identity.
In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
I was quick and efficient in committing the murder, and I did it with great vigor.
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, And I do it to get my dick wet
I killed the victim and enjoyed it sexually, comparing it to smoking a zig zag rolled cigarette.
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner So I've been in pussy since I could start nuttin'
I was raped by my mother's partner when I was 12 years old, which left me with a corrupted mind and a sexual obsession that began at a young age.
I'm off that cloraseptic and that robatussin
I'm on drugs and I'm feeling numb.
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but I knew he wasn't
I was hungry for violence and chose the wrong person to kill, but I knew he wasn't what he claimed to be.
Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter
I disposed of the body by dumping it out of the back of a Cadillac on Walter Street.
Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma
The victim's body has a strong odor, making it difficult for me to even hug my mother.
I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
I'm so consumed by my violent thoughts that I can't sleep at night and fear choking on my own tongue.
Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run
I prepare to set fire to a home by taking gasoline out of the closet and running the water to create an alibi.
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, 'cause we barbacuin'
In order to dispose of evidence, I plan to burn it all with a flamethrower, lighter fluid, and paper plates which we will use to 'barbecue.'
Situation, baby it seems I'm in a situation again I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin Sometimes I just want to stop tryin' Why must this shit always involve dying?
The chorus reflects on the recurring theme of violence and death in my life, questioning why that's the case.
Runnin' shit like sosza, big bank hank Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip 1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip
I'm running the streets like a boss, driving a high-performance car, selling drugs, and carrying a gun with me at all times.
Neighborhood watch better watch that ass I'm a paperboy and I collects that cash One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last On a block where I clock cash so fast
I'm making a lot of money selling drugs on my block and I won't tolerate any complaints or interference from the neighborhood watch.
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die Pressure I apply, no lie, I got just finished doin' 10 For what? for killin' my best friend
I'm so ruthless that I'll kill anyone who gets in my way without a second thought, and I've even served time for killing my own best friend.
And I'll murder again if I'm forced, then I must After the first time the second time was a rush What about the third time? the third time felt like sex What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks Whatever one works best
I enjoy killing so much that it's like a drug to me, and I'll use any weapon at my disposal to do it.
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun Snatchin' purses 'cause I'm young and dumb
I'm involved in multiple forms of criminal activity, including vandalism, stealing cars, and robbing innocent people for fun.
If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'
Tourists should be careful not to venture into the wrong neighborhoods where they might be at risk of danger and violence.
I got this dirty hemp distributin' my womp But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers But I'm an over achiever around these heaters
I distribute drugs and have a promiscuous partner, but I'm more focused on my violent tendencies than satisfying her sexually.
Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick Take notes, sit by the poor folks, I tell you 'bout my strokes But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more
I instruct my promiscuous partner to control herself and reflect on my violent tendencies instead of engaging in unhealthy sexual behavior with me.
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail, Strapped up 'cause I did a jack
The police are at my door to arrest me for committing a crime, so I'm armed and ready to fight back.
Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me Knowin' I'm into straps, 'cause every time I get caught one was sittin' with me
The police were waiting for me to make a mistake so they could arrest me, and they know that I'm always armed.
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' I can win, that's no lie Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes Feelin' his anger
I face multiple charges and am constantly in and out of court, fighting to avoid being convicted.
Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like Pointing guns at individuals, huh, I despise muthafuckas like you So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?
I have no patience for people who disrespect me, and I'll respond with violence if necessary.
Take it to another court room?
I'm willing to do whatever it takes to avoid being convicted, even if it means prolonging the process.
Choices need to be made on the 7th A catch 22 in my midst, 'cause either way I'm fucked Go to trial where I'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one I'm gettin' struck 'cause doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck
I have to make a difficult decision between going to trial and risking a guilty verdict, fleeing from the law, or taking a plea bargain and facing a lesser sentence; all of which will result in me being locked up in prison.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CYNDI THOMSON, MINDY SMITH
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