Stone Cold Soul
DJ MUGGS Lyrics
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Ayo, check coming live from Gotham City
Screaming "Bruce Wayne
You can eat a dick" it's hell
We bag and sell that Poison Ivy
Just to see the chips
It's chaos like Muggs and Marci
Getting caught is costly but we
Risk the odds, oddly
Your favorite rapper can fuck with me hardly
Niggas know I been going hard but as
Of now my style's beyond godly
The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey
My P in C is the illegally
Issued heat from out the army
I been a don since niggas
Called purple weed 'Barney'
You know low - the fashion
Rome the stone cold soul assassin
(Soul assassins)
Cut the grass to view the cobra passing
Kill his ass with no compassion
The boldest action
I control the globe and hold the laugh in
Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions
You can't decode the flow, I
Came to overdose this, the spider package
Jury party
I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
You know the vibe
Raise ya middle finger high
Fuck NYPD, jail time, court and citations
They open wide, you see they eyes dilating
By now it's no surprise for you to know
I run the show like Live Nation
Fly flagrant, across your eye with sly razors
Murder statements on my notebook pages
Pay over praises, all you niggas pray
Kiss the J's of the savior
Foul style behavior, display a wavier flavor
Don't give a fuck who you favor
My shit play from Norway to Santa Fe
Butter baby like Land O'Lakes
We still scammin' greats but know
The steelo done upgraded some
I'm on an amazing run making
Customers take a bump
Hustler by nature 'til my days is done
Fuck throwing niggas off of the roof now
I'd rather make 'em jump
Like Chris Kelly deli
My shit blazin' like Jamaican skunk
Now cipher if the plate got bacon, son
It's a dub for chasin' crumbs
I need the pay to come in lump sums
Muggs dropped a bag on your head
You won't see where it come from
Prescribe the homicide
Now I'm coming to clap shit
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
All you saw was the flash
The black mask and the soul assassin
The song "Stone Cold Soul" talks about the life of a gangster in Gotham City and his determination to succeed, even if it means risking his life. The lyrics are a commentary on the tough streets and the struggle for power and control. In the first verse, the rapper makes reference to Bruce Wayne, the alter-ego of Batman, and how he is not intimidated by him. He talks about selling Poison Ivy, a reference to drugs, to make money and how he is willing to take risks to see the profits. The rapper also refers to his gun and how it is always with him, even hidden under his car seat, showing how important it is to have protection in his line of work.
In the second verse, the rapper continues to boast about his skills, referring to himself as a soul assassin. He talks about how he is always in control and how he has the power to take down anyone who stands in his way. He also emphasizes his disregard for the law, stating that he would rather make people jump off a building than throw them off himself. The lyrics paint a picture of a ruthless character who is determined to succeed, even if it means breaking the law and risking his own life.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo, check coming live from Gotham City
I'm making a live announcement from Gotham City
Screaming "Bruce Wayne you can eat a dick" it's hell
Shouting disrespectful words at Bruce Wayne
We bag and sell that Poison Ivy just to see the chips
We sell Poison Ivy for money
It's chaos like Muggs and Marci large pistol underneath the car seat
There's a lot of chaos like when I have my pistol with me
Getting caught is costly but we risk the odds, oddly
Getting caught will be expensive, but we take chances anyway
Your favorite rapper can fuck with me hardly
Your favorite rapper can't really compete with me
Niggas know I been going hard but as of now my style's beyond godly
People know I've been working hard, but now my work is godly
The only nigga with DMT on the Garvey
I'm the only person with DMT on Garvey Street
My P in C is the illegally issued heat from out the army
My partner in crime has a gun that was illegally obtained from the army
I been a don since niggas called purple weed 'Barney'
I've been important since people called purple weed 'Barney'
You know low - the fashion Rome the stone cold soul assassin (Soul assassins)
You already know Low, the fashion, and Rome, the stone cold soul assassin
Cut the grass to view the cobra passing
I clear the way to see the danger ahead
Kill his ass with no compassion
I kill without any pity
The boldest action I control the globe and hold the laugh in
I take the biggest risks, and I control everything while masking my joy
Fully tapped in, I don't know distractions
I'm fully focused and have no distractions
You can't decode the flow, I came to overdose this, the spider package
You can't analyze my style, I came to destroy everything with my music
Jury party I'll invite the ratchet to book ya ass with
I'll bring the weapon to the party to get rid of anyone causing trouble
Prescribe the homicide, now I'm coming to clap shit
I'm going to kill somebody, and I'll do it intentionally
Aim and twist any rapper's cap backwards
I'll aim and twist any rapper's hat backwards
All you saw was the flash, the black mask and the soul assassin
All you witnessed was a quick moment of darkness and the sight of a soul assassin
You know the vibe, raise ya middle finger high
You know how we do it, show me your middle finger
Fuck NYPD, jail time, court and citations
I don't care about the police, jail time, court, or citations
They open wide, you see their eyes dilating
They are getting scared, their eyes are getting big
By now it's no surprise for you to know I run the show like Live Nation
It's no longer a secret, I run things like Live Nation
Fly flagrant, across your eye with sly razors
I'm doing things bad and bold, using sharp and precise movements
Murder statements on my notebook pages
My notebook pages are filled with violent declarations
Pay over praises, all you niggas pray Kiss the J's of the savior
I prefer cash over compliments, while others are busy worshipping
Foul style behavior, display a wavier flavor
I'm behaving badly, showing off my unique style
Don't give a fuck who you favor
I don't care who you support
My shit play from Norway to Santa Fe, butter baby like Land O'Lakes
People love my music all around the world, and I'm as smooth as butter
We still scammin' greats but know the steelo done upgraded some
We're still tricking people with scamming methods, but our tricks have become more advanced
I'm on an amazing run making customers take a bump
I'm successful, and my fans are addicted to my music
Hustler by nature 'til my days is done
I'm a hustler by nature, until the day I die
Fuck throwing niggas off of the roof now, I'd rather make 'em jump
I don't need to throw people off a roof, I want them to jump willingly
Like Chris Kelly deli, my shit blazin' like Jamaican skunk
My music is hot like the food at Chris Kelly's deli, as well as strong like Jamaican skunk
Now cipher if the plate got bacon, son
Imagine if the plate had some drugs, son
It's a dub for chasin' crumbs
It's not worth chasing after trivial things
I need the pay to come in lump sums
I need to get paid all at once
Muggs dropped a bag on your head, you won't see where it come from
I dropped a lot of money on your head, but you won't know where it came from
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