On the night of March 28, 1999, at a birthday party for Mr. Cheeks, Freaky Tah was shot in the head while exiting the Sheraton Hotel in Queens. Tah was taken to Jamaica Hospital, where he was pronounced dead at 4:20 am, at the age of 27. The getaway driver, Raheem Fletcher, was sentenced to 7 years in prison for manslaughter. In 2001, Kelvin Jones pleaded guilty to the murder.
Channel Zero
Freaky Tah Lyrics
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I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
Motherfuckin down to they last cent
Smoke the looseys
Thinkin up shit to do, doin stick ups and shit
Bustin at niggas, murderin niggas
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man ralou's brother little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
Know I'm sayin
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness
You know I'm sayin, word up
I'm growing up in the ghetto
And there was nobody happy
And my head is mad nappy and
I'm thinkin up a way that I can get some dough
Man I'm tryin ta blow
But yet this record shit is so slow
I got the whole family on my back
All I do is eat and sleep
Run the street with that steel pack
You know the lost boyz got
With timbs and jeans
Field jackets, and hats coverin the eyes
But listen, that's how it is
If you don't dig how I live
Motherfucka
Cuz everyday on the street
The black man is gettin beat
Police line us up on the concrete
Now people look at me
And always see wrong
A new problem everyday
I'm tryin ta be strong
Now how strong can a nigga be
When the blacks is locked down
And the white man's got the key
It's gettin harder day after day
Somebody got ta pay
And in my closet lays an AK
The new cat is found dead
Plus when he killed the girl
He put the gun to his own head
Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news
When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
Now everyday I need ends
New shit my nigga weed
St. Ides is my best friend
Pa's is broke
No calls comin in on my phone
And money I'm down to my last stone
My mom dukes is always bangin on my door
My music's too loud
I got clothes on the floor (pick em up)
She doesn't understand
I'm cruisin in the fast lane
I'm fresh outta nerves
Ma, you're workin on my last vein
Now how can I explain
That I don't wanna take her out
But that's stuck in my brain
We're havin fight after fight
Because I leave when it's bright
And comes home the next night
But that's the life that I live understands me
It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me
Ayo my lifestyle is rough
I got three sisters, four brothers
Man, ain't this enough?
But yet I gots no hero
But I got the 411 on the ghetto
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in the world
Everybody uptown
Everybody in Queens
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
Everybody in the Bronx
Everybody in the world
Tune into channel zero
I live in Queens, New York (what you do?)
I twist a cap with my niggas
Smoke a blunt let's start to talk
About this ill situation
That us blacks is in
It's time we build a better nation
Motherfuck them police
Some whites talk about peace
But they ain't ready for the planet
Marky Mark be talkin that slang
But he don't even understand it
Yea I said Marky Mark
Frontin like the buddarist punk
I never saw you in the park
You give it all to your bullshit skills G
A white boy actin black, that shit kills me
Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that
I never seen you in the projects or black
Ya never wons no grammy
Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp
But what ya plan ta give my man Sammy?
The lyrics of Freaky Tah's song Channel Zero are a powerful commentary on the struggles of black people in the ghetto, with a focus on the harsh realities of poverty, violence, and systemic racism. In the opening verse, Tah addresses his fellow "hard rock niggas," acknowledging their desperation and the difficult choices they must make just to survive, such as smoking loose cigarettes and committing armed robbery. He draws attention to the fact that these activities often result in little financial gain, and that the lives of those who engage in them are devalued by society at large.
The rest of the song deals with Tah's own struggles to make it in the music industry while dealing with the challenges of growing up poor in Queens. He speaks candidly about his daily struggles, from trying to get his mother to understand his creative pursuits, to feeling like he has no hero to look up to in the world. He also calls out white musicians who appropriate black culture without truly understanding or respecting the struggles that black people face. Throughout the song, Tah calls for greater unity among black people, and he makes clear that he believes that change is possible, even in the face of daunting obstacles.
Overall, Channel Zero is an emotionally charged and politically relevant song that showcases Tah's unique talent as both a songwriter and a social commentator. Its powerful lyrics have resonated with many listeners over the years, and it remains a classic example of the kind of socially conscious hip-hop that Tah and his fellow Lost Boyz members were known for.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayo, yea niggas
Hey, you tough individuals
I'm talkin to all y'all hard rock niggas
I'm addressing all of you who act tough
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
I want to make it known that I comprehend
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
I grasp the hardships that people are experiencing, do you comprehend?
Motherfuckin down to they last cent
They are left with almost no money at all
Smoke the looseys
They smoke cheap cigarettes
Thinkin up shit to do, doin stick ups and shit
They contemplate and engage in robberies and crimes
Bustin at niggas, murderin niggas
Shooting and killing people
Gettin bullshit ass money
Earning insignificant amounts of money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
Consider if your loved ones were the victims, how would you feel?
It's wack
It's no good
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
A respectful mention to my grandfather, do you understand?
Shout out to grandpa kelly
Give recognition to Grandpa Kelly
My man ralou's brother little Deven
Acknowledge the brother of my friend Ralou, Little Deven
Ya know I'm sayin, Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
You understand, let's pay respects to the mother of Freaky Taliq, who has passed away
Know I'm sayin
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know i'm sayin
Everyone desires to have an exciting life, do you understand?
But yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness
However, we are attempting to live it with love, peace, and happiness
You know I'm sayin, word up
You understand what I'm saying, absolute truth
I'm growing up in the ghetto
I am maturing in a deprived neighborhood
And there was nobody happy
There wasn't anyone truly content
And my head is mad nappy and
My hair is extremely unkempt and tangled, and
I'm thinkin up a way that I can get some dough
I'm contemplating a method to obtain money
Man I'm tryin ta blow
Man, I'm trying to succeed
But yet this record shit is so slow
However, this music career is progressing slowly
I got the whole family on my back
My entire family relies on me
All I do is eat and sleep
All I do is consume food and rest
Run the street with that steel pack
Patrol the streets with a firearm
You know the lost boyz got
You are aware that the Lost Boyz possess
With timbs and jeans
They wear Timberland boots and jeans
Field jackets, and hats coverin the eyes
Field jackets and hats that conceal their eyes
But listen, that's how it is
But listen, that's how things are
If you don't dig how I live
If you don't understand my way of life
Motherfucka
You fool
Cuz everyday on the street
Because every day on the street
The black man is gettin beat
Black individuals are being mistreated
Police line us up on the concrete
Law enforcement gathers us on the concrete
Now people look at me
Now people observe me
And always see wrong
And always perceive something negative
A new problem everyday
A new issue arises each day
I'm tryin ta be strong
I'm attempting to be resilient
Now how strong can a nigga be
Now, how resilient can an individual be
When the blacks is locked down
When black individuals are imprisoned
And the white man's got the key
And white individuals hold the power
It's gettin harder day after day
It's becoming more challenging day by day
Somebody got ta pay
Somebody must be held accountable
And in my closet lays an AK
And I have an AK rifle hidden in my closet
The new cat is found dead
The new guy is discovered deceased
Plus when he killed the girl
Additionally, when he murdered the girl
He put the gun to his own head
He aimed the gun at his own head
Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news
You never hear about it on the 6:00 news
When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes
When my friends are murdered in the streets for their sneakers
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
It's already difficult for us black individuals to make money
The homeless keep warm by settin fire to a trash can
The homeless stay warm by lighting fires in trash cans
Now everyday I need ends
Nowadays, I constantly need money
New shit my nigga weed
New things and my friend's marijuana
St. Ides is my best friend
St. Ides malt liquor is my closest companion
Pa's is broke
My father is penniless
No calls comin in on my phone
No phone calls are coming in
And money I'm down to my last stone
And I only have a little money left
My mom dukes is always bangin on my door
My mother constantly knocks on my door
My music's too loud
She complains that my music is too loud
I got clothes on the floor (pick em up)
I have clothes scattered on the floor (pick them up)
She doesn't understand
She doesn't comprehend
I'm cruisin in the fast lane
I'm living a fast-paced lifestyle
I'm fresh outta nerves
I'm completely out of patience
Ma, you're workin on my last vein
Mother, you're irritating me to the extreme
Now how can I explain
Now, how can I clarify
That I don't wanna take her out
That I don't want to go out with her
But that's stuck in my brain
But that's constantly on my mind
We're havin fight after fight
We're having constant arguments
Because I leave when it's bright
Because I leave when it's still daytime
And comes home the next night
And return home the following night
But that's the life that I live understands me
But that's the life that I lead, can you comprehend it?
It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me
It's already terrible enough that the police tried to arrest me
Ayo my lifestyle is rough
Hey, my way of life is intense
I got three sisters, four brothers
I have three sisters and four brothers
Man, ain't this enough?
Man, isn't this sufficient?
But yet I gots no hero
However, I lack a role model
But I got the 411 on the ghetto
But I have the necessary information on the neighborhood
Tune into channel zero
Watch and pay attention to channel zero
Everybody in the world
Everyone around the globe
Everybody uptown
Everyone uptown
Everybody in Queens
Everyone in Queens
Tune into channel zero
Watch and pay attention to channel zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
Everyone in Brooklyn
Everybody in the Bronx
Everyone in the Bronx
Everybody in the world
Everyone around the globe
Tune into channel zero
Watch and pay attention to channel zero
I live in Queens, New York (what you do?)
I reside in Queens, New York (what do you do?)
I twist a cap with my niggas
I open a bottle with my friends
Smoke a blunt let's start to talk
Smoke a marijuana cigarette, let's begin a conversation
About this ill situation
Discussing this terrible situation
That us blacks is in
That we black individuals are facing
It's time we build a better nation
It's time for us to construct a superior country
Motherfuck them police
Damn those police officers
Some whites talk about peace
Some white individuals talk about peace
But they ain't ready for the planet
But they aren't prepared for the world
Marky Mark be talkin that slang
Marky Mark speaks in that vernacular
But he don't even understand it
But he doesn't even comprehend it
Yea I said Marky Mark
Yes, I mentioned Marky Mark
Frontin like the buddarist punk
Acting like the coolest punk
I never saw you in the park
I never saw you in the neighborhood
You give it all to your bullshit skills G
You devote yourself entirely to your unimpressive skills, my friend
A white boy actin black, that shit kills me
A white boy pretending to be black, that nonsense annoys me
Pants hangin, talkin slang kid and all that
With sagging pants, speaking in slang, young one and everything
I never seen you in the projects or black
I never witnessed you in the housing projects or around black people
Ya never wons no grammy
You never won a Grammy
Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp
You white individuals honored Elvis with a stamp
But what ya plan ta give my man Sammy?
But what are you planning to give my friend Sammy?
Lyrics © Spirit Music Group
Written by: DEXTER A ARCHER, TERRANCE COCHEEKS KELLY
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