Betwee… Read Full Bio ↴DJ Yoda (born Duncan Beiny) is a British hip-hop turntablist.
Between 1995 and 1998 he studied English and American Literature at the University of Warwick. During this period he began performing at Mojo, a popular Warwick Hip hop and Soul night until he graduated. After he left university he began releasing underground demo mix-tapes to small music shops. Through the popularity of these tapes, Antidote Records asked him to create an official mixtape, from which 'How to Cut & Paste Mix Tape Vol.1' was released.
During his career he has won a DMC DJ of the Year award in the Scratch DJ category (2001), and was one of 6 nominees for best UK hip-hop DJ in the UK Hip-Hop Awards. He has also been nominated by Q magazine as one of the 'Ten DJs To See Before You Die', has released a series of mix-tapes and has toured the globe with the likes of Goldie and the Scratch Perverts.
He is currently the hip-hop correspondent for Sleaze Nation, The Face, and IDJ magazines, and also writes the DJ page for Hip Hop Connection magazine.
Yoda is currently a resident DJ at London club nights Spread Love, Step Up Front and The Xfm All City Night.
He has been one of the DMC DJ World Finals judges for the last 3 years.
In addition to releasing his own material, he has also performed scratches on Danger Mouse & Jemini's Ghetto Pop Life.
Muted Cartoons
DJ Yoda Lyrics
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Bling bling bling bling bling bling
Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling
Bling bling bling bling bling bling
I lay low, games I play? No
I slap nigga with gat over the head like Halo
Automatic .44, blast and blow
The Price is Right, like gameshow
My slugs like drugs
'Cause of me thugs say "No"
Big bro the real deal
Ain't Evander Holyfield
It's the boom from the steel
That make wounds hard to heal
I'm foul, I said it
Like mad cow beef, I dead it
Tell the paramedics forget about the anaesthetic
'Cause I'll leave you stretched out like calisthenics
Through the barrel I set up my whole apparel
Whole life candidate
A menace
One shot from the blam and you finished
Fuck if you ate a whole can of spinach
Still get mashed like a knish
Cut like trimmage, I spare no facial hairs
I shoot through your beer like Guinness
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I still mourn
For those dead gone in this rat race
I pass it on like a baton
To the younger nigga who hunger
To learn from those six feet under
Laying in the casbah lightning and thunder
Learn the half of those who paved the path
Do the math on niggas whose blood got splashed
In these concrete streets what we call rap
From music that leaks heat from the fucking gat
Rappers be dying, bullets start flying
Mothers start crying, niggas keep trying
To make peace but I
Keep rhyming over break beats
Akinyele and Yoda on these UK streets
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone
I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles
Well, that's the story boys and girls
And dogs and cats and goldfish and whoever else happens to be listening to this
Because when you talk to someone you love it's the best sound you can make
For while images fade, these sounds will somehow remain
They've become a part of you
Ah, if you, if you have enjoyed this recording
I wonder if you could do me a very special favour
Could you please ring the police, Whitehall 12-12
And say that I'm locked in the EMI recording studios
Number three, Abbey Road, NW8
Thank you again for choosing my album
Well that's it, I hope I haven't bored you
Stay alive, will you? Live, and let live
But before I go, I just to want to say something seriously
Thank you so much, you're very kind
I congratulate you on being a fantastic audience
You've been so warm and gracious and responsive and courteous
Thank you so much young people, and may God bless you - goodbye
The song "Muted Cartoons" by DJ Yoda feat. MC Paul Barman is a commentary on the state of the rap game and the culture that surrounds it. The first verse features MC Paul Barman rapping about his violent tendencies, painting a picture of himself as a ruthless gangster. However, the chorus reveals that he actually spends his time in solitude, watching old cartoons and listening to the music of dead rappers. This contrast is used to demonstrate how the image that rappers portray in their music can often be a facade, and the reality is much more complex.
The second verse features MC Paul Barman reflecting on the loss of fellow rappers, and passing on their legacy to the next generation. He references the violence and tragedy that have plagued the rap game, but also celebrates the artform and its ability to create meaningful connections. The song ends with a spoken word outro, where the artist reflects on the power of music to bring people together, and encourages the listener to stay alive and appreciate the beauty of life.
Line by Line Meaning
Bling bling bling bling bling bling bling
Repeatedly stating the sound effect of a cash register, symbolizing the rapper's obsession with money and material possessions.
I lay low, games I play? No
The rapper asserts that he keeps a low profile and does not engage in backstabbing behavior.
I slap nigga with gat over the head like Halo
The rapper brags about hitting someone in the head with a gun, comparing the action to the popular video game.
Automatic .44, blast and blow
The rapper describes his powerful gun and its destructive capabilities.
Shoot your faggot ass, somewhere over the rainbow
The rapper threatens to kill someone (using derogatory language), implying that they will be sent to the afterlife resembling the children's book, 'The Wizard of Oz'
The Price is Right, like gameshow
The rapper compares his violent actions to a game show where the prize is life or death.
My slugs like drugs
The rapper likens his bullets to addictive substances, implying that they have a deadly effect on the user.
'Cause of me thugs say "No"
The rapper has a reputation for violence that deters other criminals from challenging him.
Big bro the real deal
The rapper asserts that he is authentic and genuine in his behavior.
It's the boom from the steel
The rapper's gun creates loud, explosive sounds when fired.
That make wounds hard to heal
The rapper's gun inflicts severe physical damage that is difficult to recover from.
I'm foul, I said it
The rapper acknowledges that he behaves unethically and does not hide this fact.
Through the barrel I set up my whole apparel
The rapper's gun defines his whole identity and style.
Whole life candidate
The rapper's whole existence revolves around his criminal activities.
A menace
The rapper is a dangerous person who poses a threat to others.
One shot from the blam and you finished
A single bullet from the rapper's gun will end someone's life.
Fuck if you ate a whole can of spinach
The rapper's gun is so powerful that even with hearty nourishment, someone would still succumb to it.
Still get mashed like a knish
The rapper's gun can crush someone like a potato knish, which is a dense potato-filled pastry.
Cut like trimmage, I spare no facial hairs
The rapper's violence is precise and thorough, leaving no detail untouched.
I shoot through your beer like Guinness
The rapper's bullets can pierce through a glass of Guinness beer, known for its thick frothy head.
I sit alone in dark rooms watching muted cartoons
The rapper spends time isolated and disconnected, reflecting on his thoughts and emotions.
Listening to dead rappers' old tunes
The rapper listens to hip-hop artists who have passed away, potentially seeking inspiration and guidance from their music.
Spark your lighters up for those who not with us
The rapper encourages those listening to honor and remember those who have passed away, specifically musicians.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
The rapper references the traditional phrase spoken at funerals when someone is buried.
Contributed by Aubrey K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.