What most impressed the young Joseph Auer was a very "strange metal sounding robot music", that he used to hear when his mother drove through the Chicago streets late at night, (at this time his mother had sold the flat and lived out of her car as well as odd hotel rooms).
In 1987 his father was transfered to work in York, England. This had two effects. One was the re-exposure to House Music and Techno, the other was the chance meeting with local muscians, label runners and all-round local music heroes David Moss and Beaumont Hannet. The result was a complete 100% change in future plans. Inspired more now by the bleeps, klonks and bass coming out of Leeds and Sheffield than the harsh designer electronics from Detroit he set about looking for a way to express his perspective on the music he had heard and was hearing.
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J. Auer Lyrics
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She just wanna come around but I made her wait
Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase
Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s
Down like a paperweight
She just wanna come around but I made her wait
Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase
(Wait, wait) They just told me slow my drinkin' like the AA
I just couldn't even answer with a straight face
If he try to do me dirty, make his playmate vacate
Took her to my place, eh
Thinkin' how I'm pickin' a new lick up in the trap
Kick it with the clique and keep on creepin' with the Gat
Actin' on the Act', don't know how to act
Some nigga jacked my shit and my bitch brought it right back
It's like-like that way my dogs bite back
Ay, my fabric cost your rent and I ain't check the price tag
I might hijack a new iMac
Boy, I'm 'bout, it 'bout it, try to push me, might snap
I'm like-like that, I might sidetrack
To pull up have you thot a bitch if she got a thigh gap
It's like-like that, don't try to fight back
My wrist is like a river, finna need a kayak
808's held down like a paperweight
She just wanna come around but I made her wait
Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase
Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s
Down like a paperweight
She just wanna come around but I made her wait
Want my money, need it now, on a paperchase
Make the bass blow out with the 808s, out with the 808s
Down like a paperweight
I'm just makin' my rounds like it's make or break
I don't fuck with clowns, I don't play with fakes
I'm just rollin' up loud like an 808, loud like an 808
Down like a paperweight
I'm just makin' my rounds like it's make or break
I don't fuck with clowns, I don't play with fakes
I'm just rollin' up loud like an 808, loud like an 808
Get an eighth, medicate, cook a bomb and detonate
I'm trappin' in the booth so put that right up on my resume
I levitate, elevate, separate from any hate
I'm smokin' on the Presidential, lookin' like the head of state
I'm gettin' paid everyday, gettin' laid every way
My homies had to get away so pullin' as the get away
Your way, Chevrolet, upgrade, Escalade
Still I'm movin' cautious, if I don't they might interrogate
Get an eighth, medicate, cook a bomb and detonate
I'm trappin' in the booth so put that right up on my resume
I let 'em hate, ventilate, penetrate they mental state
Peep 'em from all angles, got 'em lookin' like the NSA
Rep champ, heavyweight, your clan featherweight
All I did was take a chance, you was just gon' hesitate
Net worth, escalate, network, makin' plays
When life would give me lemons, I'd put lean up in my lemonade
I just threw some hunnids in the club like it's a bank
Fuckin' up the function, need to fix it with a crank
I been out here duckin' cops so what the fuck you think?
I been yellin' "fuck the opps" and sprayin' like a tank
Act' in all the drank, pack another stank
My hustle been a struggle like I'm flexin' doin' planks
Liquor with the link, spliffin' up the dank
They said I went too crazy with the flow, I need a shrink
Trees, low fees, yo' bitch up on her knees
It's like I really be the King of this, I do as I please
Cocaine keys, these Balmain jeans
And I'm really 'bout to get it, not gon' stop by any means
Real OGs, your bitch up on her knees
It's like I'm really 'bout checks 'cause my Nikes don't crease
Cocaine keys, these Balmain jeans
And I'm really 'bout to get it, not gon' stop by any means
J. Auer's song viii can be seen as an anthem of sorts for motivation and prosperity. The opening lines featuring Superman set the tone for the rest of the song, which is all about idolizing success and pursuing it relentlessly. The rapper is cocky and confident, and wastes no time letting his audience know that he can't be bothered with "fuck niggas." The lyrics suggest that the rapper has had to endure a lot of hardship and betrayal, but these experiences have only made him stronger and more determined to get ahead. The line "I can't have no sympathy for fuck niggas / All this shit I've seen done made my blood thicker" speaks to the idea that the rapper has had to become calloused and unyielding in order to succeed.
The chorus of the song repeats the mantra "motivate, motivate, moti-get money," emphasizing the importance of perseverance and hard work in achieving financial success. The rapper is also unapologetic about his desire for luxury, as seen in the lines "Woah, suddenly, I feel like takin' a PJ / Fly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin' ceviche." Even though he may have come from humble beginnings, he now has the means to live a lavish lifestyle, and he's not interested in hiding it.
Despite the song's emphasis on material success, there are hints of deeper emotional struggles throughout the lyrics. Lines like "Too many times I swallowed my pride / I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside / My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide" suggest that the rapper isn't just chasing money for the sake of it. Rather, he may be using his professional aspirations as a way of coping with deeper emotional wounds.
Overall, J. Auer's song viii celebrates the pursuit of wealth and success, but acknowledges that this journey can come with its fair share of highs and lows. It's a reminder that true motivation isn't just about wanting money or fame, but about cultivating the strength and resilience to keep pushing forward, no matter what.
Line by Line Meaning
You really wanna know who Superman is?
Do you truly desire to learn about Superman?
Watch this, pow!
Observe as I demonstrate.
I like him
I hold a positive opinion of him.
I think he's pretty cool
In my opinion, he is quite impressive.
He's my idol
He is the individual I look up to.
I can't have no sympathy for fuck niggas
I do not feel empathy for those who are untrustworthy or deceitful.
All this shit I've seen done made my blood thicker
The experiences I have had have hardened and strengthened me.
Spill promethazine inside a double cup
Pour the medication promethazine into a cup designed to hold two servings.
Double up my cream, now that's a Double Stuff, yeah
Increase and multiply my wealth, as if creating a double-stuffed treat.
Please don't hit my phone if it ain't 'bout no commas
If you are not contacting me regarding financial gain, please refrain from calling me.
Keep the peace like Dali Lama, big body Hummers
Maintain tranquility in life like the Dalai Lama, and drive large Hummer vehicles.
Backin' out the parkin' spot and though the law be on him
Driving away from a parking space even though legal authorities may be in pursuit.
He exempt, Shawn Kemp, he keep that .40 on him
He has an exception to rules, like basketball player Shawn Kemp, and is carrying a .40 caliber handgun for protection.
Motivate (motivate), motivate (motivate)... Get money
Encourage and drive oneself to make money.
Too many times I swallowed my pride
I have frequently suppressed my ego.
I'm crackin' a smile, I'm dyin' inside
While outwardly appearing happy, I am inwardly suffering.
My demons are close, I'm tryin' to hide (Get Money)
My personal struggles are ever-present, but I am attempting to ignore them and focus on making money.
I'm poppin' a pill, I'm feelin' alive
I am taking a pill, which makes me feel more alive and energetic.
Woah, suddenly, I feel like takin' a PJ
Suddenly, I have the desire to take a private jet.
Fly to D.R. on a weekday, eatin' ceviche
Fly to the Dominican Republic on a weekday and indulge in the dish ceviche.
With like half of a mili' inside of my briefcase
Carrying around approximately $500,000 in my briefcase.
A couple of freaks play
Engaging in sexual encounters with a few unconventional partners.
And they don't speak ingles
They do not speak English.
But the money is somethin' that they could comprende
However, they understand the value of money.
And I got bread like I'm Green Day
I have a lot of money, as if I were the band Green Day.
I come around and their heads turn
People take interest in me when I arrive.
Used to like bitches with hair permed
In the past, I was attracted to women with permed hair.
Now I like it 'natural, actual, factual'
Now, I appreciate women with natural hair.
Naps and shit, bougie, still do ratchet shit
Referring to myself as high-class, but also still engaging in low-class behavior.
Not afraid to pass the clip
Not hesitant to hand over a firearm's magazine.
Before I make the ratchet spit, blaow!
Before I fire the weapon.
Get money
Acquire wealth.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jean-Marc Villon
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