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.
Xcaliber
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked at
Cuz that's the only one I could use
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
It was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game)
Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it
Well nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit
Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
Should knew the wheel while you was givin up that info...
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
Real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
My tactics is lethal
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Like that band that steppin over dead people
It's like that, and you wouldn't know it cuz I'ma cool ass mufucca
Then dump on a gang of succas
As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
Gotta whole load fulla Evian
And a trunck fulla FO take no's and I can't let go
Catch you at yo show slippin
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat of
I'm of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga
Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Split you head like a pineapple
Die natural!
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
Lift you out your sox
Pay attention to the Glock
Half pass a niggas ass where aimen at the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone
But you know...
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]
[Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You can call me black Sadam Huseain
Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga
You can see me on the southside of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city
Get ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty
Sucked blood from my momas tittie - instead of milk
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of Silkk
Enden up killen one of them motherfuckers
So fuck them hoes, they like Grim
Havin killin niggas like they gots to go
With the 380M - got high til seven
Jump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven, whit my
50 sacc of some shit, that'll make you get there
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty,
I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game
In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane
15 guts on a tripple beam scale nigga
Acual contact from the strap that I hale nigga
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]
[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
They got this motherfucker twisted up
And from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin up
What should I do about these fuckin fleas?
Give em all A-1 and put they seeds in they weed
Figga a way out this nigga I know you got me in file
But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way)
Told me it was (?Coda steady?)
But I catch you slippin like pimpin
And shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?)
Hit your mind workin these swine
Tripp time get's deepa as you meat the Grim reapa
In the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peakin
That's why these nigga wanna rip keep me
I'm rollin squeeky and what you want call it
Witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that
My favorite cousin just go four years
And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears
Your point is you get deep as the ocean
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion
It was like: once apon a time a long time ago
I was sticken 9 milis in a pussy hole
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot
When they don't know I'm the leath nigga given up my info
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
(X-caliba) [echo]
The song "Xcaliber" by Brotha Lynch Hung depicts the story of a gangster who is indulged in illegal activities like drug dealing, murders, and gang wars. The song starts with the singer enjoying his drink of Olde E and reminiscing about the pressure from the twenty game that could split a man's chest wide open. The lyrics then narrate how the singer kills his enemies and disposes of their bodies, leaving the town hella smokey. The chorus talks about how the singer got away from the crime scene and drove his way home, spinning and swerving around the lanes while sipping gin.
In the second verse, the lyrics describe how the singer is known as Black Saddam Hussein and how he drinks St. Idees beer. The lyrics also describe how the singer kills people and takes drugs to reach heaven, where he is worthy. The third verse talks about how the singer is always ready to deal with his enemies and that he is a wanted man in the city because of his illegal activities. The lyrics describe how the singer has to keep carrying weapons to defend himself and his loved ones.
Overall, "Xcaliber" is a narrative about the violent and dangerous lifestyle of a gangster who is involved in drug-dealing, murders, and gang wars. The lyrics depict how the singer has to be always on the lookout for his enemies and how he uses violence to deal with them. The song highlights the dark and gruesome side of the gangster lifestyle and shows it as a never-ending cycle of violence and death.
Line by Line Meaning
That motherfucker kept sniffin for goods
The person was persistently searching for drugs
Put the plastic in his mouth the back of his neck left
He swallowed the drugs to hide them
And you don't know nuthin but the killa gotta away
You have no knowledge except that the murderer escaped
Before 4.30 in the morning I'm gone in the 6-Tre
I left before 4:30 am in my 1996 Chevrolet
Wit the windows up, must have had gin in the cup
With the windows closed, I must have been drinking gin
Cuz I'm swervin in the fast-lane gotta be spinnin em up
Because I'm driving recklessly in the fast lane, possibly under the influence
It all started when I twisted the lid of the Olde E
The story begins when I opened a bottle of Olde English malt liquor
And see E-A-R-double-O-E... ... ... (??)
And I spelled out E-A-R-double-O-E, but the significance is unclear
Where my motherfuckering siccmade jacked at
Where my siccmade jacket is located
Cuz that's the only one I could use
Because that's the only jacket available to me
When I saw you at the war yeah when I lifted you out your shoes
When I encountered you in the conflict, I violently removed you from your shoes
It was the pressure from the twenty game (the twenty game)
It was the pressure from the gang, possibly related to drugs or violence
Felt like it could split your chest whide open wit it
The pressure felt like it could cause severe harm
Well nigga you should when I'm round talkin that shit
Well, you should expect consequences when you provoke me
Bout the nigga that's my kin-folks
About the person who is my family
Should knew the wheel while you was givin up that info...
You should have realized the danger when you were revealing information
...mation, I'll be of that Parry Mason
I'll be like Perry Mason, solving the mystery and seeking justice
When I hit em all up, creep em all up, kill em all up, fill em all up
When I confront and attack them, silently and fatally
Real deal, dig a ditch give em hit a licc then take the grip
Authentic actions, bury the bodies, rob them, then take the firearm
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act
Place the bodies in the trunk of the Cadillac and demonstrate the power of my Mini-Mac firearm
My tactics is lethal
My methods are deadly
Leave the whole town hella smokey
Leave the entire town filled with the evidence of violence
Like that band that steppin over dead people
Similar to a marching band crossing over the dead bodies
It's like that, and you wouldn't know it cuz I'ma cool ass mufucca
That's how it is, and you wouldn't suspect it because I appear calm and collected
Then dump on a gang of succas
Then attack a group of foolish individuals
As I wait for the city to heat up like a Hot Pepper
As I anticipate the escalation of violence in the city
Gotta whole load fulla Evian
I have a trunk full of the bottled water brand Evian, possibly used as a disguise or for hydration
And a trunck fulla FO take no's and I can't let go
And a trunk full of firearms and drugs, unwilling to give up or stop
Catch you at yo show slippin
Catch you during your performance, caught off guard
Hoes trippin, rows rippin in the street after I heat my heat of
Women causing drama, people fighting in the street after I use my firearm
I'm of the hook with this siccmade shit, straight made nigga
I'm skilled and experienced in this deadly lifestyle, truly made for it
Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga
Forget it, give me the strong alcoholic drink straight to my face
Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8
Under the influence of Thunderbird fortified wine, Kool-Aid, and potentially drugs
Easy on the liver still make me kill a nigga
Not damaging to the liver but still capable of making me kill someone
Split you head like a pineapple
To violently fracture your skull
Die natural!
Die in a brutal and gruesome manner
Five at your dome send em home in a pinebox
Shoot five bullets at your head, sending you to your grave
Lift you out your sox
Lift you off your feet
Pay attention to the Glock
Be aware of the Glock pistol
Half pass a niggas ass where aimen at the grass take suitcase fulla cash and mash
Shoot half a bullet past someone, aiming at the ground, while carrying a suitcase full of money and quickly leaving
16 in the clip crumble the urb roll a sliff bout to whatch you brain split in half
Sixteen bullets in the firearm, crumbling the marijuana, rolling a joint, about to witness your brain splitting in half
Bloody bath watter, infried nigga nuts and bones locaded at home I think him name is Tyrone
Blood-filled bathwater, fried testicles and bones of a murdered person named Tyrone, located at my home
But you know...
But you know the rest of the story
You can call me black Sadam Huseain
You can refer to me as a black version of Saddam Hussein
Pump St Idees through my wein ass nigga
Inject St. Ides malt liquor into my bloodstream
You can see me on the southside of the street
You can find me on the southern side of the street
Man remembered by the ((opposet)) nigga that flod the city
A man who is known and remembered by the opposing side, the person who flooded the city
Get ready for some pretty if you sicc like Frank Nitty
Prepare for some violence if you are sick like Frank Nitty, a notorious criminal
Sucked blood from my momas tittie - instead of milk
I had a violent upbringing, consuming violence from my mother instead of love and nurturing
Played murda muzicc in my tape deck - instead of Silkk
Listened to murder-themed music in my cassette player instead of Silkk the Shocker's music
Enden up killen one of them motherfuckers
Ended up killing one of those individuals
So fuck them hoes, they like Grim
So forget those women, they are evil like Grim Reaper
Havin killin niggas like they gots to go
Enjoying killing people as if they deserved to die
With the 380M - got high til seven
With the .380-caliber firearm, got high until seven o'clock
Jump in what you call it headin throughwards heaven
Get into the vehicle, heading towards heaven
whit my 50 sacc of some shit, that'll make you get there
With my 50 dollars worth of drugs, powerful enough to take you to another state of mind
About 11:30 with your T-shirt dirty
Around 11:30 with your T-shirt stained with blood
I'm worthy strapped like James as ventured in this faulty game
I'm worthy and well-prepared, armed like James Bond, exploring this dangerous game
In a mainframe, that I bucked in ruff terrain, then hit the plane
In control of the situation, shooting at difficult targets, then escaping
15 guts on a tripple beam scale nigga
Fifteen kilograms of drugs on a triple beam scale
Acual contact from the strap that I hale nigga
Actual contact from the firearm that I brandish
They got this motherfucker twisted up
They have fooled and manipulated this person
And from the sound of the barrle I got hella motherfuckers runnin up
From the sound of the gun barrel, many individuals are approaching quickly
What should I do about these fuckin fleas?
What actions should I take regarding these bothersome individuals?
Give em all A-1 and put they seeds in they weed
Eliminate them all with full force and plant their offspring into their own drug supply
Figga a way out this nigga I know you got me in file
Think of a plan to escape this situation, I know you have information on me
But I got you on scanner so plan anotha way (anotha way)
But I have intercepted your communication, so come up with another method
Told me it was (?Coda steady?)
You informed me that it was under control
But I catch you slippin like pimpin
But I caught you off guard like a pimp
And shake bankin like (?Trail Leonard?)
And become wealthy, reminiscent of Trail Leonard, a successful individual
Hit your mind workin these swine
Invade your thoughts, causing distress
Tripp time get's deepa as you meat the Grim reapa
The situation becomes more intense and dangerous as you encounter the Grim Reaper
In the form of a man double M 24 5 got your brains leaking I'm peakin
Presented as a man, dual M (possibly referring to firearms) 24/7, causing your brain to leak, reaching a heightened state
That's why these nigga wanna rip keep me
That's why these individuals want to harm me and keep me in their grasp
I'm rollin squeeky and what you want call it
I'm rolling in a sleek and noticeable manner, and whatever you may call it
Witta .45 in my pocket and I'm a young alcoholic
With a .45-caliber firearm in my pocket, and I'm a young person addicted to alcohol
Like P-Folks I had to make it happen
Similar to P-Folks (possibly a reference to a street or gang name), I had to take action and make things occur
Sacramentos most wanted I gotta keep packin, cuz of that
I'm one of the most wanted individuals in Sacramento, so I have to remain armed, because of that
My favorite cousin just go four years
My beloved cousin was recently sentenced to four years in prison
And when his little brotha died he showed me no tears
And when his younger brother passed away, he didn't display any emotions
Your point is you get deep as the ocean
Your argument is that you possess great emotional depth
Take a shiesty niggas blood and rub it on like lotion
Take the blood of a deceitful person and apply it to oneself like lotion
It was like: once apon a time a long time ago
It was like: a long time ago, in a distant past
I was sticken 9 milis in a pussy hole
I was inserting 9 millimeter bullets into a vagina-like opening
Get of the Ol 8 old Murda moe then i gotta go to a spot
Get off the Olde English 800 malt liquor, then I have to leave for a certain location
When they don't know I'm the leath nigga given up my info
When they are unaware that I'm the dangerous individual who is divulging information
Contributed by Lila Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Jessinell Livingston
on Dead Man
Thank you out for your music it hleps me thowe my life.