1985
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist Lyrics
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I said "Fuck that, I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn difference"
Fuck that, I'm not one to find shit
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, fuck"
(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker
Take the garbage out
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level nigga what
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Yeah, check check
Yeah, mic check check
Yeah, nigga, check check
Yeah, bitch, check check
Yeah, yeah
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (yeah)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shit'll serve the same purpose (bang, bang)
Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with the cocaine circus
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with my out of town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body
Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Joe Pesci, pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (up in La Habana)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
Gangland, made a lane in it
If my name in it, it's a gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'
Bitch, yeah yeah
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, check check
Check check
Mic check check
Check check
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Nah
The lyrics to Freddie Gibbs's song 1985 are raw and brash, depicting the life of a gangster. In the first verse, Gibbs speaks about his disregard for authority, even in the face of punishment. He states that he is not someone who looks for trouble but will not back down from it either. He then moves on to talk about his involvement in drugs and how he is a part of a "coke circus." The next verse describes his criminal activities, including drug dealing and violence. He mentions his affiliation with the Illuminati and other criminal organizations. Gibbs also talks about his disregard for the law and the police, stating that he is always on the run. The song ends with a reference to Michael Jordan, who was at the height of his basketball career in 1985.
Overall, this song paints a picture of a life of crime and violence, with no regard for authority, the law, or anyone else.
Line by Line Meaning
My bro said "Don't say that"
My brother warned me not to say something
I said "Fuck that, I'm gon' be gettin' a wooping anyway
Don't make no goddamn difference"
I decided to say it anyway since I'm going to get punished regardless
Fuck that, I'm not one to find shit
I am not one to search for anything
What your mom say? "Take the garbage out, fuck"
What did your mother tell you to do? Something like taking out the garbage, maybe?
(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker
Yes, keep the rhythm going, don't mess it up, you motherfucker
Take the garbage out
Go outside and throw away the garbage
Yeah yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level nigga what
Yes, yes, I increased my rapping skills to a divine level, what's up, nigga?
Yeah, yeah
Yes, yes
Finna up the flows to the God level, nigga, what
Going to bring my rapping skills to the divine level, what's up, nigga?
Yeah, check check
Yes, checking the microphone
Yeah, mic check check
Yes, checking the microphone, twice
Yeah, nigga, check check
Yes, nigga, checking the microphone
Yeah, bitch, check check
Yes, bitch, checking the microphone
Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (yeah)
From a quarter of something to a whole thing, the entire gang is working (yes)
Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolver
Shit'll serve the same purpose (bang, bang)
Shoot a woman with either an extended clip or revolver, it'll do the same job (shooting)
Keep them beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Keep sending messages up to Scotty from my drug den (crack lobby)
I can smell the cocaine burning
Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with the cocaine circus
Like Michael Jordan in 1985, I'm the best and I travel with a group involved with cocaine dealing
Put them F and Xs on your clowned ass
Catch a nigga up and leave him down bad
Put F and Xs on your face like a clown
Beat someone up and leave them in a bad situation
I go get a pack and take a nigga town
And fuck his bitches with my out of town ass
I get drugs and take over a town
And have sex with a man's women with my out of town ass
Bomb on niggas like Nagasaki
Rocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachi
Explode on people like Nagasaki
My rocket is near my pocket, hot like a hibachi grill
Drop the check on the bitch man
These niggas be lookin' like baby mommas in these Maseratis
Pay for sex with a woman
These guys look like single mothers while driving Maseratis
Bitch, I fuck up your face with a razor
How I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your body
I'll cut up your face with a razor
So your family can't view your body
Nigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in his shit
Prick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)
Become a thug and add my blood to your group
Prick my finger with Alfredo sauce, Illuminati (secret society)
Joe Pesci, pushin' product
You niggas is sweeter than Joe Exotic
Joe Pesci, selling drugs
You guys are weaker than Joe Exotic
On the run like Assata, so fuck the police
As a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (up in La Habana)
On the run like Assata Shakur, so forget the police
As a black man, I'll be chilling in Havana (Cuba)
Police caught him with a whole thang
Now they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'
Police caught him with an entire batch of drugs
Now they're snitching on him, and the gang is working together
Gangland, made a lane in it
If my name in it, it's a gang murder
Created a lane in the criminal world
If my name is involved, it's a gang murder
All my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vault
All my reps (reputable connections) are in the records of my drug business, bitch
But I got them out of the vault (hidden place)
I'm the reason your mama be smokin' that Brillo and be rippin' them car antennas off
I'm the reason your mother is smoking crack and ripping off car antennas for money
Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobby
I can smell the 'caine burnin'
Drug users are sending messages up to Scotty in my drug den (crack lobby)
I can smell the cocaine burning
Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie 'caine it'll be a gang murder
1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circus
In the criminal world, if you order someone to kill me, it'll be a gang murder
In 1985, like Michael Jordan, I'm the best and I travel with a group involved with cocaine dealing
Flow God level, like when Hov speak
I make a song, weep, I got the game hurtin'
My rapping skills are at a divine level, like Jay Z's
I make a song cry, I got the rap game struggling
Niggas need a check, check, yeah
Guys need to check me out, definitely, yeah
We got everybody in the house, tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to get ready
Everyone is here tonight
I'll wait for my DJ to prepare
Nah
No
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Daniel Alan Maman, Freddie Gibbs
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@JesusNOTreLIEgion
*Start by saying I love you all my brothers and sisters, and pray for you in these times. I know people are going to say I'm crazy, I don't care. I just love anyways.
That out the way......Gibbs done been my favorite rapper for years and years now, always loved the fact he's from my home state of Indiana....I loved this dude and all his work especially with MadLib. But on this album (the cover art alone has some pretty straightforward occult symbolism)....you get this line:
"Nigga thuggin’ and shit, put my BLOOD in this shit
PRICK my FINGER, Alfredo, ILLUMINATI (Illuminati)
-there was NO reason for that line. It's actually completely irrelevant to all the surrounding verses and their context. The man, again who was 1000% my favorite rapper, just said he did a blood sacrifice & oath to the illuminati.
Then in the same song:
"Flow God level, like when HOV speak"
And anyone who knows anything about the occultism that's always ran rampant all while being SO ridiculously & OBVIOUSLY present in the industry to anyone looking, knows "HOV" is a luciferian "do what thou wilt" piece of garbage who worked with the piece of trash, eastern mystery school teachings & the "light bearer" Lucifer, follower......Rick Rubin.
And he got rick ross on a feature now too? Nawwww that's a hard pass.
To sum it up. Been following Freddie basically since he got big enough to leave Indiana as a rapper. He goes from underground, then to MadLib who takes him to a whole other level, and he's who gibbs KISSES on the NPR tiny desk show. Now think/say what you will, that is NOT normal at all especially where he, WE came from. Then we start getting the biggest/best music video stuff he's ever done, flow was always good but has got insanely good the last 2 years or less. He's spitting straight fire, working with the ALCHEMIST (alchemy= an occult practice) and talking about pricking his finger to give blood to the illuminati and that he talks like God/HOV......and he's blowing up as I type this, at the same time?
Open your eyes and ears, even though the truth on this one hurts BAD. If anyone doesn't want what I said to be true, it's me.
God, Yahushua/Jesus to be specific, bless you all. Nothing but love, no matter your feeling on what I said. All I know is Gibbs needs prayers. We ALWAYS have a choice.
@plasmadrip4633
“Two things I ain’t never seen is turtle with speed and bitch I need” - Freddie Gibbs
@414beastmode
🗣 TALK TO EM GIBBS!!!
@Vpeezy66
Words of true wisdom
@AbbadonXII
Ain't his quote it's og Mack sayin
@trebubu3439
What song are these lyrics from?
@plasmadrip4633
trebu bu it’s in the intro skit for this song
@nikk796
Gibbs's flow is untouchable
@osama3146
DP Yeet yeah nav is shit
@onetrueking5894
Him and Danny Brown
@RayMiguel98
fr read my mind