The Trick
Das Racist Lyrics


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[Chorus]
We're in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
There's nothing really to get mad at
It's nothing, really, no, it's really no problem!

Everything overstood, overseen
Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Tricky dicky, blast off
Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
Ask this kid no questions
All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned
Confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
Don't get it? Don't sweat it, just let it go
It's better with no Geppetto, though

[Chorus]

It's really Heems, and I'm rapping with my friends
People all happy cause it's happening again
Comin' to our shows and clapping again and again
Thank you, my friends

I'm ill, people really love me
I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I'm ill, five hundred dollars for the boots
I'm wack, I never tell the truth
Four hundred dollars for the boots





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The chorus of the song "The Trick" by Das Racist talks about being in heaven and not having anything to get mad at. The focus is on a feeling of contentment, and the repetition of "I really think so" emphasizes this. The following verses seem to be a stream of consciousness narrative, with references to drugs ("sticky icky") and something called the "Mac sauce," which could refer to a McDonald's menu item. "Tricky dicky" could be a reference to disgraced former US President Richard Nixon. "Vicky-Vicky Vazquez" is unclear, but could either be a reference to someone specific or simply a play on words. The line "All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson" seems to suggest the innocence of children, and perhaps a desire to return to a more pure and simple way of life.


The second verse features Heems rapping about himself and his reception by the public. He claims to be both "ill" and "wack," with people loving him one moment and thinking he's ugly the next. The line about the expensive boots is likely a commentary on the materialism of the rap industry, where expensive designer clothing is often seen as a marker of success. The chorus is repeated once more, ending the song on a note of contentment and gratitude for the support of friends and fans.


Overall, "The Trick" is a song that seems to present a slice of life for the members of Das Racist. The stream of consciousness lyrics, references to drugs and politics, and commentary on the rap industry all contribute to a sense of authenticity and lived experience.


Line by Line Meaning

We're in heaven
We're doing so well; this situation is amazing


At least I think so, I really think so
I'm pretty sure that we're doing well, but I'm not certain


There's nothing really to get mad at
There's no reason to be angry or upset right now


It's nothing, really, no, it's really no problem!
Don't worry about anything, everything is fine


Everything overstood, overseen
I understand everything completely


Big only those bold enough to dream big seem big
Only those who are brave enough to have big dreams appear successful


Stack big, act big, Mac sauce
Accumulate a lot of money, act like a wealthy person, get fancy sauce from McDonald's


Sticky icky, Jack Frost
Really good marijuana, also known as Jack Frost


Tricky dicky, blast off
Sneaky tactics, then take off quickly


Vicky-Vicky Vazquez
A reference to someone named Vicky Vazquez


Ask this kid no questions
Don't ask me any questions


All kids kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson
Children only kiss, they don't use weapons like a Smith & Wesson


Wesleyan, no lessons learned
I went to Wesleyan University, but I didn't really learn anything important


Confession burn
Confessing something difficult or painful can hurt


You make me wanna, you remind me of
You inspire me, or bring up memories of something/someone else


Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera
And so on, and so forth, and other similar things


Don't get it? Don't sweat it, just let it go
If you don't understand something, don't worry about it and move on


It's better with no Geppetto, though
It's better to have success or accomplishments without someone else controlling or manipulating you


It's really Heems, and I'm rapping with my friends
My name is really Heems, and I'm performing with my friends


People all happy 'cause it's happening again
People are happy because we're performing again


Coming to our shows and clapping again and again
People come to our performances and cheer repeatedly


Thank you, my friends
Thank you to everyone who supports us


I'm ill, people really love me
I'm talented, and people really like me


I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I'm not good, and people think I'm unattractive


I'm ill, five hundred dollars for the boots
I'm doing really well financially, I can afford expensive boots


I'm wack, I never tell the truth
I'm not good, I always lie


Four hundred dollars for the boots
The boots I bought were actually slightly cheaper than I previously stated


[Chorus]
Repeating the sentiment that everything is going well and there's nothing to worry about




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Comments from YouTube:

Burt Sampson

Fantastic.

Yung lean

This was added on my birthday. Thank you, but das rascist

Brandon Safe

It's because Vampire Weekend's Rostam Batmanglij produced this song, and he's a genius.

kyleaday365

@thekrackhedjokes This was added on my Birthday too. I turned 18 Sept 14, 2011. Swag.

Dave Teves

This song has always the Rostam Batmanglij sound xD

nate dean

Thnx to who ever posted this i would have never known this released.

Rory O'Connell

Did not know the dude from Vampire weekend produced this. Oh my

Nora

rostam?!

zeranzeran

I knew that synth sounded familiar

sounds just like 'Discovery'

Evan Fried

This is what love FEELS like.

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