OUTBREAK
J. Tomic Lyrics
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Grown in ways to make mending labored
Pen and paper made mental capers
Still I'm waiting for stress deflation
Try to woosah from the hoopla, noose on
Choking on the thought of breaking neck for the moolah
Devil tried to buy my soul with a Groupon
Never made filler for the bread, croutonsTalk drugs, golden like Yukon
But I make witchcraft without the brew, ha ha
Laugh all you want, get caboose knocked
The fuck out, the pavement is your futon
Wipe my ass with the paper you drew on
Rub it on your face, album art for your new song
Save the audience from shit made to con
Niggas into thinking that their clout is too strong
Born around relatives that were toxic
Living result of hard knocks economics
Before and after me daddy fucked momma
Did not help adding to trauma
Cuz mamas the last one to blame
I was passive till rap help me cast out the pain
Yet manic, been askin for caps in the brain
Wouldn't you go batshit insane?
But like abracadabra, the rapping cadaver
Surpassed through the pasture of stature with laughter
Razzmatazz bad to the bone, master of flows
Massacred foes, rap is my home
Left with no choice but to flex with the voice
When you're decked being boisterous, friends keep you hoisted
Cuz people will see an annoyance
Til you join death and they wonder where the noise went…
Welcome to Outbreak
The lyrics of J. Tomic's song "Outbreak" delve into the artist's personal struggles with self-hatred and the challenges he faces in navigating the music industry. In the first paragraph, he acknowledges his self-hatred and how it has influenced his ability to heal from past wounds. The use of the phrase "pen and paper made mental capers" suggests that writing and creating music has been a coping mechanism for him. Despite this, he still yearns for a release from the stress and pressure he experiences.
The second paragraph highlights the artist's refusal to succumb to societal pressures and indulge in destructive behavior for financial gain. He metaphorically refers to the devil trying to buy his soul with a "Groupon," implying that he is not willing to compromise his integrity for money. Instead, he focuses on his craft and using his lyrics as a form of magic or witchcraft.
In the third paragraph, the lyrics delve into the artist's difficult upbringing, characterized by toxic relationships and the aftermath of his parents' troubled relationship. The artist acknowledges his passive nature in the past, but credits rap music for helping him confront and express his pain. He hints at his struggles with mental health, expressing a desire for "caps in the brain" which can be interpreted as a reference to medication or a metaphor for finding a release from his emotional turmoil.
The fourth paragraph highlights the artist's skill and confidence as a rapper. The use of words like "razzmatazz" and "bad to the bone" emphasize his mastery of flow and the ability to lyrically dismantle his opponents. However, he also acknowledges the loneliness and isolation that can come with success, as evidenced by the lines "when you're decked being boisterous, friends keep you hoisted" and "they wonder where the noise went." This juxtaposition suggests that fame and success may come at a cost, leaving the artist longing for genuine human connection.
Overall, "Outbreak" is an introspective song that delves into the artist's personal struggles, the challenges of the music industry, and the complex emotions that come with success. It touches on themes of self-identity, mental health, and the search for authenticity.
Line by Line Meaning
Loathe to say it but I know self hatred
Even though it's difficult to admit, I'm familiar with the feeling of hating myself
Grown in ways to make mending labored
I have experienced personal growth through challenging circumstances that have made healing and recovery more difficult
Pen and paper made mental capers
Writing and expressing myself through words has allowed me to journey through my thoughts and emotions
Still I'm waiting for stress deflation
Despite my efforts, I am still waiting for my stress and anxiety to decrease
Try to woosah from the hoopla, noose on
I attempt to find calmness amidst chaos but it feels like I'm still being suffocated by the overwhelming circumstances
Choking on the thought of breaking neck for the moolah
I feel overwhelmed by the idea of compromising my integrity and doing anything for money
Devil tried to buy my soul with a Groupon
I've faced temptations and circumstances where it felt like I was being offered a deal to sacrifice my morals or values
Never made filler for the bread, croutons
I have never created shallow or insignificant content just to make money or gain popularity
Talk drugs, golden like Yukon
When I talk about drugs, it's done so skillfully and flawlessly, just like the precious metal gold found in the Yukon
But I make witchcraft without the brew, ha ha
I possess the ability to create powerful and mesmerizing art without needing any external substances or ingredients
Laugh all you want, get caboose knocked
Feel free to laugh and underestimate me, but be prepared to face the consequences and be proven wrong
The fuck out, the pavement is your futon
Get out of here and experience the harsh reality of life, as the pavement becomes your uncomfortable sleeping arrangement
Wipe my ass with the paper you drew on
I have no value or respect for the meaningless things you create, as I dismiss them without a second thought
Rub it on your face, album art for your new song
I mockingly suggest that the worthless creation could serve as the cover art for your unremarkable new song
Save the audience from shit made to con
I aim to protect the audience from being deceived and manipulated by low-quality and deceitful content
Niggas into thinking that their clout is too strong
Some individuals falsely believe that their influence and popularity are overpowering, but it's merely an illusion
Born around relatives that were toxic
I grew up in an environment where my family members were harmful and detrimental to my well-being
Living result of hard knocks economics
My life is a reflection of the challenging circumstances and struggles caused by disadvantaged economic conditions
Before and after me daddy fucked momma
My existence is a consequence of my parents' tumultuous relationship
Did not help adding to trauma
Their actions only contributed to the emotional pain and suffering
Cuz mamas the last one to blame
Despite the difficult situation, I don't blame my mother as she is the least responsible for the circumstances
I was passive till rap help me cast out the pain
I used to be passive and submissive, but through my involvement in rap music, I found a way to release and overcome my pain
Yet manic, been askin for caps in the brain
However, I still struggle with periods of extreme excitement and restlessness, sometimes even desiring to experience a temporary release from my thoughts through drugs
Wouldn't you go batshit insane?
Wouldn't anyone lose their sanity and become extremely crazy in such circumstances?
But like abracadabra, the rapping cadaver
With a magical transformation, like a mystical spell, my rap persona comes to life
Surpassed through the pasture of stature with laughter
I have transcended the norm and surpassed others in the realm of hip-hop with my unique style and confident demeanor
Razzmatazz bad to the bone, master of flows
I am exceptionally skilled and charismatic, mesmerizing listeners with my impressive rap abilities
Massacred foes, rap is my home
I have effortlessly defeated and crushed my enemies in rap battles, displaying my dominance in this artistic domain
Left with no choice but to flex with the voice
I have no alternative but to showcase my talent and assert myself through my powerful voice and lyrical abilities
When you're decked being boisterous, friends keep you hoisted
Even when I'm being overly confident and loud, my friends uplift and support me
Cuz people will see an annoyance
Others might find my presence bothersome or irritating
Til you join death and they wonder where the noise went…
But when you're no longer alive, those same people who dislike you will question the absence of your energy and influence
Welcome to Outbreak
This is the introduction to the song 'Outbreak', where I share my thoughts and experiences
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Jarred Rivas
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