Rashard Bradshaw, better known as Cakes da Killa is an American rapper base… Read Full Bio ↴Rashard Bradshaw, better known as Cakes da Killa is an American rapper based in Englewood, New Jersey. Bradshaw started rapping in high school for fun before considering it as a career. He first began writing tracks to instrumentals he found on the internet and posting them to Facebook. In 2011, his homemade demos came to the attention of a producer named Stixx, who invited Cakes to appear on the mixtape Downtown Mayhem Vol. 1 alongside Rip The Ruler. Bradshaw then went on to release his debut mixtape Easy Bake Oven, Vol. 1 through Stixx' Downtown Mayhem label.

The Eulogy
Cakes Da Killa Lyrics

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Spring was never waiting for us, dear
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages we would rest
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down

Someone left my cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh noooooo

Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherfucking cash flow
Niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole
Keep it cool with cunts, rocking boots with the tassels
Fucking with some nigga who dick longer than Castro's
Say he like my songs and he really tryna fuck with me
Charge that nigga double if he think he finna fuck for free
Cakey on some other shit, fuck your baby mother shit
And I spit that shit to make a homophobe a hypocrite
Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right
Get right, get right, get right, get right...

"Whoa whoa okay okay whoa Holiday wait hold on hold on Holiday! You can't give it to them dry like that, you gotta get that shit wet first nigga. Like come on now, you gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you). They can't just get that shit right off the top. Like you gotta bring that shit back. Bring that shit the fuck back (let's go!)"

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)
Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right (hol' up)

Fuck you, pay me, I was bred up on that bougie shit
Nigga got it twisted straight confuse me with a simple bitch
Rum and lobster when I'm laid out with a top shutter
He let me wine all on his face and take the cocky proper
He said he love me then he fuck me like he don't care
It's no fair, shit sweat the perm out my baby hair
Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh

Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh
Uhhhh (let's get this party started!)

Overall Meaning

In Cakes Da Killa's song 'The Eulogy', the first stanza alludes to the unpredictability of life and love. The comparison of love to "hot, fevered iron" creates a sense of intensity and passion that leads to heartbreak. The reference to the song 'MacArthur's Park' by Richard Harris, with the iconic line "someone left my cake out in the rain", emphasizes the sense of loss and regret in the face of a situation that is beyond one's control.

The second part of the song takes a radical shift in tone and focuses on Cakes Da Killa's experience as a queer rapper in the hip hop scene. He highlights the financial benefits of his profession with lines like "Niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole" and "Charge that nigga double if he think he finna fuck for free". The bold and unapologetic lyrics challenge traditional notions of masculinity and heteronormativity in hip hop. The repetition of the phrase "get right" can be interpreted as a call to action to those who challenge his identity and existence.

Overall, 'The Eulogy' is a powerful and unapologetic expression of LGBTQ+ identity and challenges traditional norms and stereotypes in the hip hop industry.

Line by Line Meaning

Spring was never waiting for us, dear
The passage of time is inevitable and those who wait for it will always be one step behind.

It ran one step ahead
Time is in constant flux and can never be slowed down.

As we followed in the dance
People try to keep up with time, but always fall short.

Between the parted pages we would rest
People try to find rest and comfort between the major milestones in their lives (i.e., pages of a book).

In love's hot, fevered iron
Love is an intense and passionate emotion.

Like a striped pair of pants
Love can be colorful and bright.

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
The world is constantly changing and things can be lost or destroyed.

All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Things of great value can be lost or destroyed, leaving behind a mess.

Someone left my cake out in the rain
Something of great value was lost, through neglect by others.

I don't think that I can take it
The loss is too great to bear.

Cause it took so long to bake it
The thing that was lost took a long time to create or build.

And I'll never have that recipe again
The knowledge or expertise required to create or build the thing that was lost is now forever gone.

Pockets stay on swole, peep the motherfucking cash flow
I am financially stable because of my success as an artist.

Niggas pay my loans just to finger fuck my asshole
I am so successful that others are willing to pay my debts simply to be in my presence.

Keep it cool with cunts, rocking boots with the tassels
I am very fashionable and confident.

Fucking with some nigga who dick longer than Castro's
I am sexually attracted to men who are well-endowed.

Say he like my songs and he really tryna fuck with me
Men are attracted to me because of my talent and success.

Charge that nigga double if he think he finna fuck for free
I will not engage in sexual relations without being properly compensated.

Cakey on some other shit, fuck your baby mother shit
I am eccentric and do not subscribe to traditional lifestyles.

And I spit that shit to make a homophobe a hypocrite
I use my music to challenge the beliefs of those who are intolerant.

Get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right, get right
I strive for perfection, repetition, and consistency in my work.

Fuck you, pay me, I was bred up on that bougie shit
I am entitled to money and luxury because of my talent and success.

Nigga got it twisted straight confuse me with a simple bitch
I am not someone to be underestimated or taken for granted.

Rum and lobster when I'm laid out with a top shutter
I enjoy high-end luxuries on my own terms.

He let me wine all on his face and take the cocky proper
I enjoy sexual freedom and am not ashamed of it.

He said he love me then he fuck me like he don't care
I have had lovers who were emotionally unavailable or distant.

It's no fair, shit sweat the perm out my baby hair
I have faced challenges and hardships in my life and career.

Ah, Ah - Ooh - Ah - Ooh
Vocalizations intended to hype up the audience.

Uhhhh (let's get this party started!)
Vocalizations intended to hype up the audience.

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