Red was reared by his maternal grandparents, who were from Antiqua. Red's love for those around-the-way basketball games led him to his high school team at DeWitt Clinton. No doubt this is where he was dubbed the nickname, "RED"; for his red hair and alert response on the court. Red later received a college basketball scholarship. During the last of his high school years, Red hung out at the Saturday night parties thrown by DJ Kool Herc (the first hip hop deejay) and his emcee Coke La Rock (who Red credits as "the very first rapper") at clubs throughout the west Bronx.
Now a seasoned veteran as radio jock, club jock and studio man, Kool DJ Red Alert has established his place as one of the world's premier DJ's. To top it off Red Alert owns a production and management company, Red Alert Productions (RAP). The company garnered a reputation for developing and promoting new talent. RED is responsible for launching the career of such widely acclaimed acts as the Jungle Brothers, A Tribe Called Quest, Black Sheep and Queen Latifah to name four.
Jack the Ripper
DJ Red Alert Lyrics
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My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
Make it run like water, watch it boil
'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh!
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
How you like me now punk? You living foul
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
A washed up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
King Hercules!
Back for the payback, I must say that
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
This year you tried, next year you're quitting
Last year you thought I was dying out
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
And this is an example of funky stuff
When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
[Chorus:]
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
A-k-a James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Home girls in the house, give it up
You gotta want to get hotter
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
People don't know how nice I am
People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
Don't run out there ? ? ?
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
[Chorus:]
Break it down! x3
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
[scratches]
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
Ain't holding back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
It makes me move and I'll improve
As it goes on, as it flows on
When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Pull on my jock to be down
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
Day after day after day
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I'm--[scratches]
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street talker
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
I'm better than any emcee out there
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..
The lyrics of DJ Red Alert's song "Jack the Ripper" carry a confident, assertive tone, with the rapper boasting about his skills and success in the rap game. The song starts with Milky, announcing his return with a brand new track, which he plans to slow and speed up to create an exciting, funky beat. He also takes a dig at those who doubted him and praises his own abilities as a rapper. The chorus of the song mentions "Jack the Ripper" multiple times, using it as a metaphor for Milky's own ruthlessness and power in the rap industry. In the remaining verses, Milky continues to flaunt his talents and challenge his competition, claiming that he is the best and always improving.
Overall, the song's lyrics demonstrate Milky's confidence in his own abilities and his determination to succeed. He uses metaphors and braggadocio to show his dominance in the rap industry and put down those who doubt him. "Jack the Ripper" serves as a symbol of his power and ability to cut through the competition like a knife.
Line by Line Meaning
Milky, and I'm back
I am back and ready to dominate
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I have a secret weapon, a new track that will impress
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
I will control the tempo and you will love it
Listen to the funky beat, my tongue is gonna beat it up
Pay attention to the rhythm, I will masterfully rap over it
I did it, but the devil didn't make me
I created this success, not relying on external forces
I did it for the suckers who tried to shake and bake me
I achieved success to prove my detractors wrong
Proving a point that I'm a serious joint
Showing everyone that I am a force to be reckoned with
You can roll me up and puff me, and then I'll anoint
You can enjoy my music and it will uplift you
Your head with oil--lots of oil
I will bring abundant joy and inspiration to you
Make it run like water, watch it boil
My music will flow effortlessly, energizing everyone
'Cause I made 'em play it, made 'em say it
I influenced others to play and appreciate my music
Made 'em okay it, made 'em obey it---huh!
I made people approve and follow my music without question
Prince of the growl is on the prowl
I am the dominant force, searching for success
How you like me now punk? You living foul
Do you appreciate my talent now? You are living in disgrace
Here's what my game is, here is what my aim is
This is my strategy, this is my goal
A washed-up rapper needs a washer, my name is--
A has-been rapper lacks talent, but I am not one of them
Jack the Ripper
I am an unstoppable force, just like Jack the Ripper
Jack-Jack-Jack the Ripper
I will inflict damage and leave a lasting impact
Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack-Jack, Jack the Ripper
I am Jack the Ripper, a force to be reckoned with
King Hercules!
I am like a powerful king, unbeatable
Back for the payback, I must say that
I have returned to get revenge, and I won't hold back
I heard your new jam, I don't play that
I listened to your new song, and I don't find it impressive
It ain't loud enough punk, it ain't hitting
Your music lacks intensity and impact
This year you tried, next year you're quitting
You made an attempt this year, but you will give up next year
Last year you thought I was dying out
You believed I was losing popularity last year
But again, and again, and again without a doubt
But I have proven time and time again that I am still relevant
It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound
My music has a powerful, energetic vibe
Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around
Loudly play my music so everyone can hear it
I do it up rough, tough, I don't bluff
I perform in a raw, authentic way without pretense
And this is an example of funky stuff
This song is a prime example of incredible funk
When you want to make hits, you make 'em like this
To create successful songs, you must follow my formula
They ain't like this they don't hit, they miss
Other songs that don't resemble mine aren't successful
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
This is a powerful, impactful song for resilient people
For those who appreciate real rap songs
This song is for those who truly understand and value rap
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
I stay focused and never deviate from my success
Stay back, I got the power, I'm--
Keep your distance, I possess the strength and control
Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth
I am a real person, not a fictional character
A-k-a James Todd Smith
My real name is James Todd Smith
Hard like penitentiary steel
I am tough and unyielding
Breaking necks while I flex my sex appeal
I am attractive and confident, making heads turn
Home girls in the house, see'mon
Ladies in the audience, let's get excited
Home girls in the house, give it up
Female audience members, show your appreciation
You gotta want to get hotter
You must have the desire to improve and be successful
Moving and grooving, and always improving a lot of
I am constantly evolving and impressing many with my talent
People don't know how nice I am
Many people are unaware of my true skill and talent
People sleeping, so now I gotta slice my man
People are unaware of my talent, so I will impress them
Like ham in a pan, wrap him up in Saran
I will dominate and control my competition completely
Kidnap him and slap him up inside of a van
I will metaphorically defeat my competition
While you're doing your dance I want you to make moves
As you enjoy dancing, I want you to take action in your life
Don't run out there ? ? ?
Don't make impulsive decisions without thinking
You know my name and my game and what I'm here to do
You are familiar with my style and purpose
Party people, lemme see if you can dance to--
Let me see if you can groove to this song
Break it down! x3
Let's break down the song and analyze it
Yo Bob, show that old school sucker punk what real hip hop is boy
Bob, demonstrate to that irrelevant old school rapper what true hip hop is
"How Ya Like Me Now?" I'm getting busier
Asking if you appreciate my talent, I am becoming more successful
I'm double platinum, I'm watching you get dizzier
I have achieved great success, while you struggle to keep up
Check out the way I say my, display my, play my
Notice how confidently I express, exhibit, and perform my music
Ain't holding back, behind the cool without the A.Y.
I am not holding anything back, I am confident and authentic
I love to ride the groove because the groove is smooth
I enjoy flowing smoothly over the instrumentals
It makes me move and I'll improve
The beat inspires me and motivates me to enhance my skills
As it goes on, as it flows on
As the song continues and progresses
When you see me, don't ask if the show's on
When you see me, it is obvious that the show is on
How that sound? Don't came around, playing me close, brown
Do you like what you are hearing? Don't come near me with ulterior motives
Pull on my jock to be down
Don't try to ride on my success to gain popularity
You need to stay down, way down, because you're low down
You need to stay in your place because you have no integrity
Do that dance, the prince of rap is gonna throw down
Dance to my music and watch me perform with great skill
Aiming to please while I'm killing emcees
I aim to entertain while dominating other rappers
I'm gonna keep on hitting you with rough LPs
I will continue releasing intense and powerful albums
Day after day after day
Consistently, without pause
You smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
You will be metaphorically struck by the talent of Cool J
I'm--
I am
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
I am incredibly skilled and intimidating when rapping
A killing machine, a savage street talker
I rap with intensity and aggression, dominating the streets
Jason with an axe, but I put it on wax
Like a horror movie villain, I use my talent to create music
To eradicate the suckers who thought I had relaxed
I want to eliminate those who believed I had lost my edge
The prince of hip hop, straight from Queens
I am the prominent figure in hip hop, originating from Queens
Kicking it mean, keeping it clean
I am aggressive and powerful, while maintaining my integrity
And you've never seen anybody rock the party
You have never witnessed anyone who can entertain a crowd like me
All you punks ? ? ? this beats Bacardi
All the inadequate rappers will be defeated by my music
I go to the show, and terrorize emcees, don't you know
When I perform, I intimidate other rappers, do you understand?
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano
I have impressive dexterity and skill, as if playing a piano
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel
Stay locked in and don't switch away from my music
Don't let me hear you say I ain't debonair
Don't challenge my sophistication and charm
I'm better than any emcee out there
I surpass all other rappers in skill and talent
As a matter of fact, suckers can't compare
In reality, no one can compete with me
When I rocking the mic people stop and stare, at..
When I perform, people are in awe and cannot look away
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Rick Rubin, James Todd Smith
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