Recognize You
Dr. No Lyrics


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Sam (Dre):
(I heard Sam was going solo) God damn, you didn't know so,
well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow.
I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills.
From Pittsburgh to Cali dropping bombs like that,
was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back.
Black, I regulate I buzz a big gate figure,
mobbing with the ill nigga, with his finger on a bigger trigger.
Serving all (saps), hitting sevens on the (simps),
making do', eating shrimps, locing with some real pimps (yeah).
So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
(that's right).
So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground,
I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming.
Got it going on this time for this new producer to rise,
so open your eyes, I think you better recognize.

Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)

Sam: (Dre)
I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
and mad props cause I ran with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own to pulling capers
I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right).
I mack, and on top and that I'm used to staying wicked with just 24-7,
you can ask my ex-hooker.
But now I'm on some new improved shit,
making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate.
I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five-o,
when I had to scope with this new way to make my cash flow (uhm).
Yes indeedy, I wasn't greedy, got my niggaz out the gutter,
now they're rolling with the Sam Sneezy.
Hip hop fanatic causing static in the industry,
these whack creators, I call 'em imitators (ah yeah).
Been trying to see me, but see I'm unexplainetory,
with the fame and glory, that's why I gotta tell my story.
With no disguise, a lot of niggaz despise,
because I'm on an uprise, so I think you better recognize.

Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)

Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have an end of the sanity.
Crazy shot outs giving pounds to all my niggaz,
hitting all the hookers by the dozen, cause they dig us (trick).
Fuck what you've heard, recognize what you be seeing,
it's time to earn truth to the game human being.
I'm that little bass nigga trying to get mine, fuck a nine,
cause I'll incline with the mastermind.
I got my crew in my corner so I can't loose,
cause I'm paying mad douze in this record biz, I don't snooze.
And suckers be popping at those idiotic egosytible type of flimflam,
I can't be faded Sam-am.
Playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers,
cause boys play with toys and scholars play with dollars.
I'm a mack of my own right, plus my game is tight,
baby get it right, I ain't the one, so take flight.
Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo,
thinking they can get my loot, I never trip to knock the boots.
I gotta be wise, when time to dip between the thies,
all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize.

Dre: (Sam)
Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)




Once again it's the man with the masterplan,
they call him Sam and I (think you better recognize) (2x)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Dr. No's song "Recognize You" are a boastful and confident declaration of the rapper's skills and success in the hip-hop industry. The first verse is delivered by Sam, who introduces himself and asserts his superiority with clever wordplay and references to other influential rappers. He talks about his ability to compose rhymes, make hits, and make money, alluding to his past involvement in illegal activities but also emphasizing his current legitimacy. He also alludes to his crew, who have his back and support his rise to fame.


In the second verse, Dre joins Sam to echo his sentiments and reinforce his message about recognition and respect. Dre describes Sam as the man with the masterplan, someone who doesn't need a gun to succeed but relies on his wit and creativity. He also talks about the challenges he has faced in the music industry, including rivalries and imitators, but suggests that his unique style and ability to tell his own story will prevail in the end.


Line by Line Meaning

God damn, you didn't know so
Surprise! You didn't know Sam was going solo.


well I can blast fast so freak an ill type of slow flow
Sam can rap with speed or slow it down to create an ill flow.


I'm hitting harder than Berry Boss
Sam's beats hit hard, even harder than Berry Boss's music.


throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild
Sam's music is so good that it makes you go wild and dance.


did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah)
Sam used to do illegal activities on the West Coast and outsmarted the police (clowning them).


mad advanced and my skills are all about the dollar bills
Sam's rap skills are advanced and focused on making money.


was on the D.L. with the squad so I couldn't hold it back
Sam was keeping a low profile with his crew, so he couldn't share his music.


So peep game, best believe I love my peeps
Sam loves and cares for his friends and fans, so listen to his message.


that's why I make the type of music you can pump in your jeeps
Sam makes music that you can listen to while driving in your jeep.


So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground
Sam's music is for the underground hip-hop scene, not the mainstream.


I remember days on the blocks where I slang slung played punk cops
Sam used to sell drugs, play pranks on the police, and hang out on the streets.


them build up enough Luther by keys
Sam made enough money selling drugs to afford a luxury lifestyle.


I'm a sneaky slick nigga, I never had to pull the trigger (right)
Sam is slick and smart, he never had to use a gun to get what he wants.


everything's legitimate
Sam turned his illegal activities into a legitimate career in music.


playing with the hustlers never dealing with the knucklehead bollers
Sam only plays with the big players, not the small-time thugs.


my game is tight, baby get it right
Sam's rap skills are tight, and he demands respect for them.


Bitches give my mad rep, nothing but the brazen off tempo
Women respect Sam for his music, but sometimes they act brazen and out of tempo.


all eyes on the price, so I think you better recognize
Sam is focused on making money, and people should recognize his talent and hard work.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: SAM SNEED

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@chrismc410

So is Sir Roger Moore. Check out the death of Scaramanga, lied in wait and shot by Bond, much like as we see here.

Stromberg's death was also just as ruthless, shot four times, two in the groin, two to the heart

Blofeld's death, as silly as it was on the surface, it was long overdue revenge and no matter what the reason is, picking up a wheelchair-bound archenemy and throwing said wheelchair-bound archenemy down a smokestack is a cold and cruel death.

Locque's death was also as cruel as it comes, kicking a man's car down a cliff and saying said man has no head for heights is cold as it gets.

Octopussy, killing near 100 people in the pre-title sequence alone in the attempt of destroying a plane while evading a surface-to-air missile. Said missile destroyed the plane, killed the colonel he was sent to impersonate, and nearly 100 guys in that hangar

Shooting four guys on a train, no words, no quips, no nothing.

Mowed down 10 guys in Kamal's palace, also pretty cold and cruel.

When one thinks of Bond, one of two men come to mind, the only two men who were knighted for their portrayals of Bond. The two men who one, created the the onscreen character, set the standard as well as the ruthless side of Bond, the other portrayed the charming gentleman side and a reminder that the cold, cruel ruthless side is still there.

When one thinks of Bond, no matter who gets the role in the future, two men will always come to mind: Sir Sean Connery and Sir Roger Moore.



All comments from YouTube:

@kjamison5951

“What happened to the professor?”
“He was poisoned.”
“With what?”
“Lead.”

@LeeTheSecond

Bahahahahahah good one

@PeanutButterGtr

🤣🤣🤣🤣

@ilertargenthorne4639

Must have been pipe-borne

@Lp-cd5mx

Actually read this as a conversation between M & Bond 😂

@seandoran9175

Poisoned by his enemies

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@andrewblakey2868

I love that he's playing solitaire. Not some brooding badass looking guy in the shadows sitting quietly for 8 hours. Keeps quietly busy.

@sacredf8

It would've been hilarious if he was playing a chess game by himself.

@philjamieson5572

Andrew Blakey: That's so true. Isn't it a pity that so few 007 scenes have matched this since?

@bg21ist

He's just killing time until it's killing time.

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