1) Canadian … Read Full Bio ↴There are multiple artists that perform under this name
1) Canadian rapper from Toronto
2) Melodic Hardcore band from SΓ£o Bernardo do Campo, SP, Brazil.
3) A progressive trance alias of Simon Ellis, 1/2 of Zero Gravity.
4) French band from Montpellier (houdini.fr)
5) Polish rock band, including members of Plum and Woody Alien.
6) Australian monumental experimental/ambiental drone project.
7) Noisy garage-rock band from London, England
8) Frederick Wilmoth Hendricks (1895-1977), aka Houdini, a prominent Calypsonian
9) PS Houdini (νλλ) Producer from Korea (Soundcloud)
Part Of Me
Houdini Lyrics
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Cartier came with a tint (yeah)
Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah)
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah)
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah)
(Yosh made the track) yeah
Mm (yeah), oh-oh (yeah), oh-oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh-oh (yo, yo)
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
I'm from the hood, it's so toxic
You a pussy if you stop it
Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it
With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I just go back to the bando, abandoned
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket
This shit gon' come with you bein' a savage
Then she know I ain't no average
I'm makin' more money than her daddy
60 cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
Yo, stretchin' the clip, it's extended
I think I'll win an election
I don't look like what I've been through
But I really came from the trenches
And we got the stick, bamboo
I want the money, it come with the fame
She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face
My life like zoom, zoom
Everyday feel like a holiday
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact
Don't gotta ask me, lil' nigga, I'm on it
I do not want it if it's not exotic
I'm gettin' money for bein' melodic
That nigga flexin' like niggas won't rob him
He told the opps, and they had to vanish
Extendo, extendo, it's straight up Pilates
To gettin' it in to popular pockets
When bitches do drills, they poppin' the molly
I lied, 7-2-5, but I'm 20
But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know
Still got the drip from my head to my toe
They lovin' the way that I put that shit on
I got the bands, I don't need me a loan
Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone
Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint (yeah)
Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah)
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah, yeah)
If you ain't got no bands (yeah-yeah)
And that lil' Glock gotta kick, oh (yeah-yeah)
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
(E-E-EVRGRN with the hit, yeah)
(Yosh made the track)
The song PART OF ME by Houdini describes the consequences of living in a violent environment where friends and family members are at risk of being killed. The lyrics convey a sense of pain and struggle that comes with losing someone to violence, and the emotional burden that accompanies it. The rapper reflects on the fact that the loss of his friend has taken a part of him, and how it has affected his outlook on life. He also talks about the harsh reality of living in the hood and the need to protect himself with a gun, which is seen as a necessary tool for survival.
The first verse of the song sets the tone for the rest of the track, with the rapper talking about his Cartier glasses with a tint, which signify the pain he is feeling. He talks about how it's impossible to survive without money and a gun, which is a common theme in many rap songs. He then shares how he used to imagine a better life for himself, but now he's living it, whether he likes it or not.
The chorus focuses on the loss of his friend, who was killed by an enemy. The rapper expresses the depth of his pain and the feeling that a part of him has been taken away with his friend's death. He also raps about how his friend's killers feel like they have won a lottery, which is a harsh reality of living in the hood where violence is the norm.
In summary, PART OF ME by Houdini is a reflection of the painful realities of living in violent environments. The rapper discusses the emotional, physical, and mental impact of losing a loved one to violence, as well as the harsh reality of needing to carry a gun for survival.
Line by Line Meaning
Cartier came with a tint (yeah)
I'm wearing tinted Cartier glasses to conceal the pain behind my eyes
Pain behind the lenses (yeah, yeah)
I'm experiencing deep emotional pain that I'm hiding behind my sunglasses
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah)
How are you going to survive in this world without money?
If you ain't got no bands and that lil' Glock gotta kick
You need both money and protection to survive in my neighborhood
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah)
My gun is so powerful, I won't even need a back-up weapon
Used to imagine, but now I be livin' it
I used to dream about having money and success, but now I'm actually experiencing it
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me (dead)
The death of my friend has left a deep emotional scar on me
Know that the opps feel like they won the lottery
My enemies feel victorious because they caused me pain
Claimin' they hitta, but you ain't even part of it (yes)
People who pretend to be gangsters are not actually involved in the violence and danger.
Cro caught a body, because of a promise
Someone killed someone else because they made a promise to do so
I gotta problem, you know I'ma solve it
If I have a problem, I take action to solve it
What I'ma do wit' all this profit?
I don't know what to do with all the money I'm making
In my Birkins or Amiri pocket
I keep my money in designer bags and pockets
Fuck up the stash, on my hip where the Glock at
I keep my gun on me at all times and I'm willing to use it to protect my money
I'm from the hood, it's so toxic
My neighborhood is dangerous and unhealthy
You a pussy if you stop it
If you give up or surrender, you are weak
Wire tap don't, wonder why you never catch me on it
I'm careful to avoid police wiretaps and surveillance
With this trap phone, I can make about a hunnid thousand
I'm using a disposable phone to make a lot of money quickly and illegally
I just go back to the bando, abandoned
I return to abandoned buildings to hide my illegal activities
Step on a brick and wrap it in plastic
I'm preparing drugs for distribution
I'm kinda mad that you up in a casket
I'm angry that my friend is dead and I can't bring him back
This shit gon' come with you bein' a savage
If you want to succeed in my world, you have to be violent and ruthless
Then she know I ain't no average
The women in my life know that I'm not an average person
I'm makin' more money than her daddy
I'm making a lot of money and living a better life than the women in my life's fathers
60 cents on a Rolex, and it got baguetties
I have expensive jewelry with diamonds
Yo, stretchin' the clip, it's extended
I'm loading an extended magazine into my gun
I think I'll win an election
I believe in myself and think I can accomplish anything
I don't look like what I've been through
Despite my difficult experiences, I still present myself with confidence and style
But I really came from the trenches
I grew up in a harsh environment with little opportunity
And we got the stick, bamboo
I have a gun and will use it if necessary
I want the money, it come with the fame
I'm motivated by money and the recognition that comes with it
She fill up her attitude, you better get the fuck outta my face
If someone has a bad attitude, I don't want to deal with them
My life like zoom, zoom
My life is moving fast like a zooming car
Everyday feel like a holiday
I'm enjoying my life as if every day is a vacation
Fit in my pocket, you know it's compact
I carry my wealth with me in small, convenient ways
Don't gotta ask me, lil' nigga, I'm on it
I'm always ready to handle business
I do not want it if it's not exotic
I only want luxury and expensive things
I'm gettin' money for bein' melodic
I'm making money by using my musical talent
That nigga flexin' like niggas won't rob him
Someone is showing off their wealth and acting as if they won't be targeted by thieves
He told the opps, and they had to vanish
Someone betrayed their group and had to be punished
Extendo, extendo, it's straight up Pilates
My gun has an extended magazine, making it more powerful and effective
To gettin' it in to popular pockets
I'm making money by selling drugs to popular people
When bitches do drills, they poppin' the molly
When women take drugs, they become energetic and aggressive
I lied, 7-2-5, but I'm 20
I'm pretending to be older than my actual age (20)
But I still got to kill, so I'm lettin' her know
I'm telling a woman in my life that I still have violent obligations
Still got the drip from my head to my toe
I still have style and fashion despite my violent lifestyle
They lovin' the way that I put that shit on
People admire the way I dress and present myself
I got the bands, I don't need me a loan
I have a lot of money and don't need to borrow from anyone
Ain't talkin' racks, better leave me alone
If you can't help me make more money, don't waste my time
Yo, Cartier came wit' a tint (yeah)
I'm wearing tinted Cartier glasses to hide my pain and emotions
And how the fuck you gonna live? (Yeah, yeah)
If you don't have money and protection, how are you going to survive?
If you ain't got no bands (yeah-yeah)
If you don't have money, you won't be successful
And that lil' Glock gotta kick, oh (yeah-yeah)
My gun is powerful and effective at protecting my money
He ain't gon' need no- (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
My gun is so powerful, I won't need a back-up weapon
My nigga's dead, they took a part of me
The death of my friend has left a deep emotional scar on me
(E-E-EVRGRN with the hit, yeah)
EVRGRN produced this song
(Yosh made the track)
Yosh produced the beat for this song
Writer(s): Houdini
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@Tingz From Da 6ix He probably has beef with him, its Wass Gang the most known and hated gang in the city
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I literally stopped listening to Toronto rap after he died, like Toronto music doesnβt hit the same after he died
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No lie. RIP HOUDINI
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Donβt disrespect smoke dawg like that. Even though they from hoods that are each otherβs opps, these two were gonna be the biggest and would have put Toronto up high as one of the best cities to produce talent