1990 Sick
Compton's Most Wanted Lyrics


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[Chorus]
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
Kill 'em all
'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album

I murda like this (this)
I murda like that (that)
Pull an AK-47 up out my mothafuckin' gangsta hat
Professional, Columbian, necktiea, barbwire
Strangula, over killa, dead fuckin' body hanga
Peepin' out the window with an AK
Pullin' up on these coppas
Helicoptas, squad cars, squat 10's with choppas
They tellin' me "nigga, get the fuck out before ya die
If you surrender, we'll make sure that you quickly fry"
Should I kick open the door and go to war
Or should I stick my throat
Leave a pipe bomb and a fuck you note
Hallucinations of seein' lynched bodies burnin'
And all the po-po had faces like Mark Furhman
Tear gas through my glass window pane
They want to put me back up in the nut house again
But I'm not goin' back and take my Prozac
They can keep the straight jacket
And leave a straight mothafuckin' jack
A straight mothafuckin' jack
A straight mothafuckin' jack

[Chorus]

(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)

Nigga's to pull the lynch
Yayo case and stick
Marcia Clark screamin' out murda, jumpin' on Oj's dick
Muthafuckas still sufferin' and healin'
Some high tech knowledga white boys blew up the fuckin' fed buildin'
Crazy niggas still bangin' and slangin' crack
To the death, when the game put 'em up on they back
Muthafuckas catchin' names, from shootin' high
And phony niggas still get sprayed up on the block
And I ain't changed much, hell
I'm still smokin' four or five mothafuckin' choppas before it's twelve
Muthafuckas think they know me, but they don't know
I'm sellin' first class tickets to the murda show
Don't want to rap about no nigga, let's get it on
bustin' domes, buck shots through your rib bone
So all you niggas up in the magazines talkin' shit
Get off my dick, I'm 1990-sick

[Chorus]

Muh-uh-mobbin' up out the see you-uh-cut
With a ready to pow one
Nuh-uh-90 sick content of the album
If there's a cure for this, don't cure me
I'm comin' with the fury
Playa hata's gettin' hung up like a jury
So peep the game from an old school G you know so well
The east bay gangsta, leaving caution tape and faces pale
I bails on a full moon like the 12 o clock
Neighborhood watch scared to look and see who on the block
Just fed a rally's, no po-po come around here
'cause it's a different time, different game, different year
1990 sick

[Chorus: x2]

(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)




(1990-sick)
(1990-sick)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "1990 Sick" by Compton's Most Wanted present a vivid picture of life in the streets during the early 1990s. The chorus repeats the phrase "Kill 'em all" several times, suggesting that there is an objective to cause harm to those around. In contrast, the verse describes the chaos and violence that rages between rival gangs and the police. The rapper talks about his AK-47, bombs, and straight jackets, which all suggest a bleak and aggressive mindset. The murder of African Americans in Los Angeles is also alluded to in the lyrics through references to the Simpson case and to the police officers involved.


The song is a commentary on the social and political realities of Los Angeles in the early 1990s, which were marked by racial tension, gang violence, and police brutality. Despite the song's aggressive and violent tone, it is seen as a powerful representation of the era and a critique of the conditions that led to such violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Kill 'em all
'Em' refers to the competition - this song is so good, it will kill off all other competition in the rap game.


'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
This album is so good and the rhymes so sharp, that other rappers trying to compete will die off and fail.


Don't kick up in the dirt when I'm puttin' in work
Do not interfere with Compton's Most Wanted's work ethic as they write and record this sick album.


I murda like this (this)
Compton's Most Wanted has an impressive skill set when it comes to rhyming and rapping.


'cause everybody dyin' on this mothafuckin' album
The album's rhymes are so strong and precise, that other rappers' careers will die off in comparison.


Tear gas through my glass window pane
The police are trying to stop Compton's Most Wanted from producing and releasing their music.


But I'm not goin' back and take my Prozac
Compton's Most Wanted is not going to let the police or anyone else stop them from producing their music.


Muthafuckas still sufferin' and healin'
People are still hurting and healing from various injustices.


And I ain't changed much, hell
Compton's Most Wanted is still as good as ever, and hasn't changed much over the years.


Muthafuckas catchin' names, from shootin' high
People are beginning to take notice of Compton's Most Wanted's skills and ability to shoot to the top of the rap game.


So all you niggas up in the magazines talkin' shit
Other rappers talking down on Compton's Most Wanted in rap magazines should stay quiet and recognize their talent.


Muh-uh-mobbin' up out the see you-uh-cut
Compton's Most Wanted is coming out of their neighborhood, ready to dominate the rap game with this sick album.


If there's a cure for this, don't cure me
Compton's Most Wanted doesn't want a cure for their sick lyrics and rhyme schemes - it's what makes them unique and talented.


I bails on a full moon like the 12 o clock
Compton's Most Wanted is always on the move, working and producing music, even at midnight.


'cause it's a different time, different game, different year
The rap game and Compton's Most Wanted's place in it has changed over the years, but they are still just as talented and sick as ever.


(Get the hell off my dick, I'm 1990-sick)
Compton's Most Wanted is telling other rappers to get off their back and recognize their talent, as they are producing a sick album in 1990.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AARON TYLER, GENTRY REED, ROBERT LEE JR. GREEN

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