The Walk
Da-Moog Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah
Yeah, so
You like that, lil' bitch? (so)
Got my thumb on the hammer
Index on trigger
Down that barrel, I ain't tryna scheme
Just telling y'all niggas, I dare you to fuck around
Catch me out when the sun is down
On a slow-mo creep, low-pro in a fishbowl
Riding 'round with a coke nose freak (freak)
Bet ya bitch know, that boy Dolla diabolical (yeah)
Rap until my pockets full
Knock the pack off in a school zone (zone)
Kick the door in while you home (home)
The .40 was two-tone (blat)
And I'm sliding in town with that crew
Feel like we fresh out the zoo (Oh, yeah)
If you was me you couldn't do it, I'm still out here losing my screws
(Uh, bitch)
Yeah so, yeah so, yeah so
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking (yeah, so)
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking
Uh, Young Blood tripping
But my palms they steady itching
Ears they get to ringing
That bitch Nina get to singing (do do do)
Never been no pussy, if it's drama, nigga bring it (bring it)
'Ports, they still be smoking (smoking)
And that liquor, still be drinking (drinking)
They call me "Da$H Morrison" (uh)
No there cannot be more than one (one)
Pussy nigga, I'm one of none (none)
Get you done, I mean killed for a half a P (half a P)
From that block, I got rich sellin' half a G
Yeah, this shit is a classic, my masterpiece (masterpiece)
Actually (Actually)
They know I embody the drugs
He your plug, then they traffic me
We clapping, no capping b (blat)
Yeah so, yeah so
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking (yeah, so)
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking (yeah, so)
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking (yeah, so)
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking (uh, yeah)
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking
"The Walk" by Da-Moog is a rap song that encapsulates the artist's nonchalant attitude and his readiness to deal with any situation that might challenge him. In the first verse, he talks about his gun, a .357, and how he's not afraid to use it if someone tries to cross him. The second verse builds on this tough persona, with Da-Moog bragging about his criminal exploits and how he's made money selling drugs. He calls himself "Da$H Morrison" and proclaims himself as a one-of-a-kind figure who can't be duplicated. The chorus is a repeated refrain - "Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking / Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking" - that reinforces his "take no prisoners" attitude and his disregard for anyone who might try to get in his way.
Digging deeper into the lyrics, the use of the phrase "walk" is significant. In the world of gangsta rap, a "walk" is a show of force or a display of status. By saying "I'm on my walk," Da-Moog is announcing his presence and establishing his dominance in the rap game. The imagery of the "slow-mo creep, low-pro" also adds to the song's menacing vibe, with Da-Moog painting himself as a shadowy figure who moves through the streets unseen.
On the surface, "The Walk" is a typical gangsta rap song with all the trappings of the genre - guns, drugs, and criminal activity. However, there's also a sense of self-awareness in the lyrics. Da-Moog knows that he's embodying a stereotype, and he's choosing to lean into it rather than resist it. There are hints of irony in the way he talks about himself, almost as if he's poking fun at the idea of the "gangsta" persona.
Overall, "The Walk" is a dark and menacing song that plays up the artist's "hardcore" image. It's a display of bravado that's both impressive and unnerving, with Da-Moog establishing himself as a force to be reckoned with in the world of rap music.
Line by Line Meaning
Got my thumb on the hammer
I am ready to use my gun
Index on trigger
I am ready to pull the trigger
Three hundred and fifty-seven
The gun I have has a caliber of .357
Down that barrel, I ain't tryna scheme
I am not trying to deceive anyone with my gun
Just telling y'all niggas, I dare you to fuck around
I am daring anyone to mess with me
Catch me out when the sun is down
You might see me at night
On a slow-mo creep, low-pro in a fishbowl
I am driving slow and trying to stay under the radar
Riding 'round with a coke nose freak
I am driving around with someone who does cocaine
Bet ya bitch know, that boy Dolla diabolical
People know me as Dolla, and I am evil
Rap until my pockets full
I make money from rapping
Knock the pack off in a school zone
I sell drugs in a school zone
Kick the door in while you home
I break into houses when people are inside
The .40 was two-tone
My gun is dual-colored
And I'm sliding in town with that crew
I am moving around town with my crew
Feel like we fresh out the zoo
We act like we just came out of the zoo - wild and untamed
If you was me you couldn't do it, I'm still out here losing my screws
If you were in my shoes, you couldn't handle it, I am still going crazy
Fuck what you thought, motherfuck what you thinking
I don't care what you think or thought about me
Eyes is wide shut, got no time for the blinking
I am alert and focused, no time for distractions
Young Blood tripping
I am a young person causing trouble
But my palms they steady itching
I am anxious and eager to do something
Ears they get to ringing
I am hearing things that make me nervous
That bitch Nina get to singing
My gun, named Nina, is ready to be used
Never been no pussy, if it's drama, nigga bring it
I am not a coward, if there is a problem, bring it on
'Ports, they still be smoking
I am still smoking Newport cigarettes
And that liquor, still be drinking
I am still drinking alcohol
They call me "Da$H Morrison"
My name is Da$H Morrison
No there cannot be more than one
There can only be one me
Pussy nigga, I'm one of none
I am not a coward like some other people
Get you done, I mean killed for a half a P
I can have someone killed for a small amount of money
From that block, I got rich sellin' half a G
I made a lot of money selling drugs
Yeah, this shit is a classic, my masterpiece
This song is a classic and one of my best works
Actually
In fact
They know I embody the drugs
People know that I am associated with drugs
He your plug, then they traffic me
If you are buying drugs from someone, I am the one who is supplying them
We clapping, no capping b
We are shooting, not lying
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Darien Dash
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