Fish Meat
Durag Dynasty Lyrics


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The black plastic
I never leave home without it
American express my thoughts and anger
Only disgusting beats
I up chuck somethin' real real sick
When it come to rap, this our shit
Just listen to this sound
This shit is hypnotic
Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster
I got a rusty gem star
That'll open up yo face
Like fish meat you real real soft
I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
I should put a shot in your ass
(chill, chill, nah)
Fuck around, hit a artery, I'll kill Pa
He liked how I'm scarred, I'm poking no laws
Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
We fuckin like animals and livin the
Life you only dream of

Here's a monster herbal Essence my call
That's word to my sponsor
Lay on the floor, here's the glitch
We the generals
Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
Kemetic link
Catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
My killas strain hard like athletes
I used to bag birdies
Bare hands – powder my pores
Absorbing the high and the reason
My mind is dirty remember Juan, Don, Julio
Move, the motor's runnin
Cheese slices, studio full
This stuff phenomenal
Bombing you with Hannibal spit's
My nautical shift
Suitin off audible clips, it's the dynasty
Fire one round clique
Mashin on yo minor league
Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
Tasmanian manie
Millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
You really some fuckin crazy

Passport poetry, fiery diary
Words of wizardry polygamy guarding variety
Max the ministry, mock the mackin
Cure of swackin
You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
Go against this animalistic, twisted
From studying doctor York
To fuckin a mistress keep yo distance
Door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
Jump shot from bird's eye 33
Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
Put green in my bank account constantly
Make magic
Disappeared and reappeared graphic
And fuck up the beat – something tragic
See the blue still rising in the air
You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
Rick Flare the champ, the chain




Throw a rag on your waves
Cut chemist, basically I'm nice with a blade

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Durag Dynasty's "Fish Meat" are filled with vivid imagery and aggressive wordplay, painting a picture of dominance and power in the world of hip-hop. The opening lines "The black plastic, I never leave home without it" suggest the importance of always being armed and ready in the rap game. The reference to American Express as a means to express their thoughts and anger reflects the intensity and raw authenticity of their music.


The lyrics continue to convey a sense of superiority, with lines like "When it come to rap, this our shit" and "Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster." The mention of a rusty gem star that can open up someone's face like fish meat further emphasizes their willingness to inflict harm and assert dominance. The mention of scars and defiance of laws adds to the tough and rebellious nature of the lyrics.


The second verse introduces a sense of mystery and danger with references to "monster herbal Essence" and a glitch that makes them generals. The line "Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink" conveys a sense of power and the ability to eliminate competition effortlessly. The references to various substances and criminal activities further emphasize the edginess and gritty nature of their lifestyle.


The final verse incorporates references to magic and the occult with lines like "Words of wizardry" and "Jump shot from bird's eye 33, Masonic degree." This adds another layer of mystique and intrigue to their persona. The mention of studying various figures, such as Doctor York, and engaging in multiple relationships showcases their intellectual and promiscuous sides.


Overall, the song "Fish Meat" presents a vivid portrayal of the Durag Dynasty's dominance, aggression, and unapologetic persona within the world of hip-hop.


Line by Line Meaning

The black plastic
Referring to the singer's gun, he always carries it with him for protection.


I never leave home without it
The singer always carries his gun wherever he goes.


American express my thoughts and anger
The singer uses rap music as a way to express his thoughts and anger.


Only disgusting beats
The artist only raps over beats that he finds repulsive and intense.


I up chuck somethin' real real sick
The artist delivers rap verses that are highly provocative and impactful.


When it come to rap, this our shit
The singer believes that their rap music is exceptional and unmatched by others.


Just listen to this sound
The singer encourages the listener to pay attention to the unique sound of their music.


This shit is hypnotic
The artist's music has a mesmerizing and captivating effect on the listener.


Outside of this hip-hop, you not no monster
If someone is not involved in the hip-hop scene, they are insignificant and not considered a threat.


I got a rusty gem star
The artist possesses a weapon, specifically a throwing star, that is old and corroded.


That'll open up yo face
The rusty gem star can cause severe harm, resulting in disfigurement or injury to the face.


Like fish meat you real real soft
Comparing someone to fish meat implies that they are weak, vulnerable, and easily defeated.


I walk off, pullin a joint real real calm
The singer confidently and casually walks away, smoking a marijuana cigarette.


I should put a shot in your ass
The singer contemplates shooting their enemy in the gluteus maximus, expressing their frustration or anger.


(chill, chill, nah)
The singer decides against acting on their violent thoughts, choosing to calm down instead.


Fuck around, hit a artery, I'll kill Pa
The artist warns that they could potentially cause fatal harm by hitting an artery, leading to the death of their adversary.


He liked how I'm scarred, I'm poking no laws
The artist's adversary admires their resilience, despite the physical and emotional scars they possess, and the artist is unafraid of breaking rules in their pursuit of victory.


Chinchilla blanket, pretty little scarlet
The singer enjoys the luxurious comfort of a chinchilla blanket, portraying an extravagant lifestyle, while also referencing a woman named Scarlet who may hold some significance.


Pullin on a cone, take a little breather
The singer takes a break from their intense lifestyle by smoking a marijuana joint and finding a moment of relaxation.


We fuckin like animals and livin the
The artist engages in wild, passionate sexual encounters and fully embraces a hedonistic lifestyle.


Life you only dream of
The artist lives a life that others can only imagine or fantasize about.


Here's a monster herbal Essence my call
The artist introduces a potent strain of marijuana that they consider to be the epitome of quality and strength.


That's word to my sponsor
The singer emphasizes the truthfulness and authenticity of their previous statement by swearing upon a person or entity that supports or endorses them.


Lay on the floor, here's the glitch
The artist instructs someone to lie on the ground in submission, as they are about to experience a disruptive or unexpected event.


We the generals
The singer and their crew are leaders and top figures in their respective fields, commanding respect and authority.


Fresh to death, flatline a rat in a blink
The singer and their crew always appear stylish and fashionable, and they can quickly eliminate or neutralize an enemy.


Kemetic link
Referring to the ancient Egyptian civilization, the singer suggests a connection to their African roots or heritage.


Catholic bring a bag of those Benjis
The artist implies that even a person with strong religious beliefs, such as a Catholic, is willing to carry and handle a large amount of money (Benjis).


Crime family rap, denjy and dirty
The artist's style of rap music resembles that of a criminal organization, characterized by gritty and morally dubious subject matter.


My killas strain hard like athletes
The singer's associates or crew members work hard and are dedicated to their craft, just like professional athletes.


I used to bag birdies
The singer once sold drugs, specifically small packages of illegal substances referred to as 'birdies.'


Bare hands – powder my pores
The artist used to handle drugs directly with their hands, leading to residue or powder coating their skin pores.


Absorbing the high and the reason
The artist took drugs to experience the euphoria and intoxicating effects, as well as to escape from reality.


My mind is dirty remember Juan, Don, Julio
The artist's mind is corrupted or tainted by their past involvement with individuals named Juan, Don, and Julio, presumably involved in criminal activities.


Move, the motor's runnin
The singer urges someone to get out of their way as they are prepared to take action or make a move.


Cheese slices, studio full
The artist references the presence of cheese (money) in their life, as well as a studio filled with people possibly engaged in creative endeavors or illicit activities.


This stuff phenomenal
The singer believes their craftsmanship or work is exceptional and extraordinary.


Bombing you with Hannibal spit's
The singer metaphorically attacks or overwhelms their adversary with venomous and vicious rap lyrics reminiscent of Hannibal Lecter, a fictional cannibalistic character.


My nautical shift
The singer's style or approach is reminiscent of sailing or navigating the high seas, symbolizing their ability to maneuver through treacherous or challenging situations.


Suitin off audible clips, it's the dynasty
The artist displays their skill by delivering impressive and impactful verses, showcasing the legacy and dominance of their musical family or crew (the dynasty).


Fire one round clique
The artist's crew responds with aggression and force, symbolized by firing a single round from their guns, when provoked or threatened.


Mashin on yo minor league
The singer confidently dominates or outperforms their competitors who are considered to be of lesser skill or status.


Cheeseburger and fries, supersize me
The singer indulges in a large and extravagant fast food meal, symbolizing their desire for excess or abundance in their life.


Tasmanian manie
The artist possesses a wild and uncontrollable energy or enthusiasm, similar to the frenetic nature of the Tasmanian devil.


Millionaire flex with the hatin and paintin
The artist proudly displays their wealth and success, confidently ignoring and dismissing the negativity or jealousy of others.


You really some fuckin crazy
The artist addresses someone who they believe to be mentally unstable or insane.


Passport poetry, fiery diary
The singer's rap lyrics are akin to a collection of poems from different cultures and experiences, filled with passionate and intense emotions.


Words of wizardry polygamy guarding variety
The artist's rap verses possess a magical and captivating quality, encompassing a diverse range of topics and themes.


Max the ministry, mock the mackin
The singer aims to maximize their influence and impact through their artistic expression, sometimes imitating or satirizing those who boast about their romantic conquests (mackin).


Cure of swackin
The singer has the ability to cure or remedy the mediocrity and lack of skill in the music industry.


You can blame it on the Nautica fashion
The singer suggests that their unique and distinctive style is a result of being influenced by Nautica fashion, implying that others should not imitate or copy their approach.


Go against this animalistic, twisted
The artist challenges anyone who opposes their aggressive and unconventional style, characterized by primal instincts and deviating from societal norms.


From studying doctor York
The artist developed their knowledge or understanding of certain subjects, potentially conspiracy theories or alternative ideologies, through studying the works or teachings of Dr. York, a controversial figure.


To fuckin a mistress keep yo distance
The singer warns others to maintain their distance from a woman they are romantically involved with, as they do not want any interference or complications.


Door stoch your 3rd eye surgically
The singer intends to forcefully open and awaken someone's third eye, a metaphor for expanding their consciousness or spiritual awareness.


Jump shot from bird's eye 33
The artist possesses exceptional shooting skills, similar to a basketball player taking a shot from a high vantage point, specifically referencing the number 33.


Masonic degree, green in the frontal leaf
The artist emphasizes their affiliation or knowledge of Masonic teachings or rituals, symbolized by having wisdom (green) in the forefront of their thinking.


Put green in my bank account constantly
The artist consistently earns and saves money, leading to a constant increase in their bank account balance.


Make magic
The singer possesses the ability to create something extraordinary or awe-inspiring, comparable to performing magic tricks.


Disappeared and reappeared graphic
The artist has the talent or skill to abruptly disappear from a situation and then reappear in a striking and notable manner.


And fuck up the beat – something tragic
The singer intentionally disrupts or ruins a musical beat, resulting in a tragic or unexpected outcome that captures attention.


See the blue still rising in the air
The singer observes a sense of danger or imminent violence in the atmosphere, represented by a metaphorical rise of blue (potentially referring to police presence or conflict).


You on dusty roads wrestling with raps
The singer depicts someone struggling and grappling with their own unrefined, ineffective rap verses, comparing it to a struggle on a rough and challenging path.


Rick Flare the champ, the chain
The artist compares themselves to Ric Flair, a renowned professional wrestler and champion, emphasizing their own status and success.


Throw a rag on your waves
The artist dismisses or belittles someone's efforts or achievements, symbolized by throwing a rag on the waves of their success.


Cut chemist, basically I'm nice with a blade
The singer possesses exceptional skills and expertise in manipulating chemical substances, metaphorically implying their ability to create excellent rap lyrics, similar to a skilled chef using a knife.




Lyrics © Royalty Network
Written by: ALAN MAMAN, Albert Johnson, Donti Ceruti, Jason Green, Keith Thomas

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Comments from YouTube:

@213byron

I’ve memorized Prodigy’s verse. That’s how many times I’ve listened to this

@TheKnutification

xD so you heard the song twice? nah im just playin, rip legend

@87687696

ALC is a genius, the drum track is all the way to the right and i don't even hate it

@meschrak

This is one of the best hiphop albums I've heard in years. Every track.

@thatdopekiddcasper

ONLY PRODIGY CAN MAKE A VERSE WITH NO RYHMES AND STILL SOUND DOPE

@BenThuAlot

Reality rap...not punchline rap

@xavierlogistics4057

Apparently 17 people couldn't follow the rhyme scheme.

@MrFlixke

@@xavierlogistics4057 yup

@benatkinson6102

RIP Prodigy one of the greatest

@freshnorthwest6756

RIP Prodigy!!! we miss you dunn

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