Metal Lungies
Ghostface Killah Lyrics


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World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere
World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere

What these clown niggas hollerin'?
What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"
Put the ball down, we can't score
They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads
You see us comin'? Fuck that fam shit, just pass off, you bitch
Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now
See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown
Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies?
See y'all should of listened to her
She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur
Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds
Pass the fetty, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave

Uh-oh (word up)
There's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Me and Starks clear projects parks
With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks
Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches want to fuck me
And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky
I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky
I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey
I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die
They happier than Marbury home
Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me
Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is R'n'B as Tweek
This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
There's who fall, with the four-four, niggas like

Uh-oh (word up) there's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface
I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base
Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Tone, we burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case
I'ma make you look like you smoke base, and we don't leave no trace
These rap niggas swear that they so safe
I don't want to talk to you homes, I don't communicate
My guns they in my hand, one in my palm
And I could dial your number, knock a smile off the face
With the H.K. 9, out the all black Hummer
Metal lungies you spit, the grungiest shit
Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry
And shit, shut down the store, bust my shit
I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks
And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what?





Uh-oh (word up) there's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Real kids spit that shit

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Ghostface Killah's "Metal Lungies" is a proclamation of the premier status of the rapper and his crew. The song moves on to critique other rappers in the game and their lack of originality, urging them to acknowledge the superiority of the Theodore Unit. The lyrics talk about the gritty street life in projects parks, and the need for constant vigilance, represented by the weapons they carry. The chorus emphasizes the importance of authenticity and realness in hip-hop, as Ghostface Killah highlights his own credibility as both a rapper and a drug dealer.


The lyrics are a commentary on the state of hip-hop in the late 90s, when mainstream rap had become more commercialized and less focused on the realities of life on the streets. "Metal Lungies" seeks to differentiate itself from the industry-dominated rap of the time by focusing on the rawness and authenticity of underground rap. It also serves as a reminder of the dangers of street life, such as guns and violence, and the lengths people are willing to go to survive.


Line by Line Meaning

World, world, world, premiere, premiere, premiere
Introductory remark to Ghostface Killah's song Metal Lungies


What these clown niggas hollerin'?
What are these foolish people shouting about?


What they need to be hollerin', is "There go Theodore!"
They should be shouting 'There goes Theodore' instead of wasting their breath on nonsense


Put the ball down, we can't score
Stop trying, because we can't succeed


They pen shit to blackboards, make queens out of wack broads
They write foolish things on blackboards and create fantasies out of terrible women


You see us comin'? Fuck that fam shit, just pass off, you bitch
Ignore the family relationship, just get out of the way


Crystal' Dana Dane's wrapped around your neck
Crystal necklace resembling Dana Dane's


Lookin' rich, baow, you fucked up now
Looking wealthy, but now in a bad situation


See my gun, nigga? This baby got stuffed uptown
Look at my gun - it's powerful


Shouted out, made a whole safe with the pump root pounds
Shouting out a warning while carrying a large amount of money


My buddy, keep my gun, right next to my tummy
My friend keeps my gun close to my stomach


Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies
Ask the gang, they rap with a fierce intensity


Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see
Removing fake hair and killing losers at first sight


Didn't mommy tell y'all niggas to wear clean undies?
Mothers remind their children to wear clean underwear, did you forget?


See y'all should of listened to her
You should have listened to your mother


She knew her son had a big mouth, and some day death would accur
Mothers know their children's flaws and anticipate their demise


Please for Ms. Gale's sake, and her seeds
Do it for Ms. Gale and her children


Pass the fetty, ain't fuckin' around, they knocked to her weave
Hand over the money, I'm serious - they hit her hair


Uh-oh (word up)
Another introduction


There's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Confirming that the real talent still exists


Real kids spit that shit
True artists create unforgettable music


Let's go, let's go, let's go, yo, yeah
Let's get started


Me and Starks clear projects parks
Ghostface Killah and Stark come and clean up public parks


With our '93 shit, army coat green and light tan Clarks
Wearing clothes from '93, military style jacket, and light-colored shoes


Niggas think I'm lucky, bitches want to fuck me
People think I'm fortunate, women want me


And put me in the tub with them like I'm a rubber ducky
They want to bathe with me like I'm a harmless toy


I got a revolver in the pump about the size of Chucky
I carry a small gun and a large gun


I remember faces easy as I tie my laces
I recognize people too easily


Here, put the metal in your mouth, like you was rockin' braces
Put this gun in your mouth, just like braces


I spit an iron lungie, yeah, I'm old school like the Iron Monkey
I rap fiercely, traditional like the movie Iron Monkey


My shit powerful enough to lift a fuckin' donkey
My music is strong enough to move even a heavy animal like a donkey


I got heavy chrome, niggas don't care if you live or die
I have a large gun, people are indifferent to your life


They happier than Marbury home
They're so happy, they're like Stephon Marbury playing at home


Y'all niggas better kill me, my street niggas feel me
You'll have to kill me before you take over, my crew knows


Louch gotta eat, ends gotta meet
I need to make money, to make ends meet


The hard shit you kickin' 'bout is R'n'B as Tweek
Your tough talk is as soft as R&B


This is Theodore, D-Block, the year adore
This is Theodore and D-Block, the year's top musical acts


There's who fall, with the four-four, niggas like
There are victims with the .44 gun, people know


Uh-oh (word up) there's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Another reminder of the real talent that still exists


Real kids spit that shit
True artists create unforgettable music


Yeah, nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface
Identifying oneself as Ghostface Killah


I don't sell millions but I get millions from the fiends who smoke base
I don't sell many records, but I make lots of money from drug addicts


Somebody leavin' out with a poked face
Someone's leaving and will be beaten up


Tone, we burn him and kick his teeth out, so we don't catch no case
We'll beat him up and knock his teeth out, so we won't get in trouble with the law


I'ma make you look like you smoke base, and we don't leave no trace
I'll make you look like a drug addict, and we won't leave any evidence


These rap niggas swear that they so safe
These rappers think they're secure


I don't want to talk to you homes, I don't communicate
I don't want to speak with you, we don't have anything to say


My guns they in my hand, one in my palm
I'm holding my guns, one in my hand and one in my palm


And I could dial your number, knock a smile off the face
I could call you and make you upset


With the H.K. 9, out the all black Hummer
With my H.K. 9 gun, coming out of my all-black Hummer


Metal lungies you spit, the grungiest shit
You rap with aggressive intensity


Hungriest shit, seventeen dummies a clip
Thirsty for success, carrying a large amount of ammunition


Tell them rap niggas to suck my dick, fuck the industry
Tell other rappers to disrespect me and the music industry


And shit, shut down the store, bust my shit
I'm shutting down the business and damaging my opponents


I got some hustlin' ass niggas that'll pump my bricks
I have friends who sell drugs for me


And some dust head niggas that'll dump my clips, what?
And I have associates who will shoot people for me


Uh-oh (word up)
Conclusion


There's still (what you talkin' 'bout, baby?)
Confirming that the real talent still exists


Real kids spit that shit
True artists create unforgettable music




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DAVID STYLES, DENNIS COLES, E WILSON, SEAN D JACOBS

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