Big Gunz
Jamie Madrox Feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie Lyrics
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Wait a minute, man, we gotta stick together
Those things are everywhere!
I'm just doing what the voices inside my
Head tell me what to do, kid, so if
They say "Blow your fuckin' brains out"
I'll blow your fuckin' brains
Out! Nothing personal
Back when the and way before spinners
When rhymes weren't the size
Of a four-course dinner
And names were always laced with
Rockin' the mic right
Not 16 bars of rappers who can't write
Not 16 bars for peoplе who can't blow
With Wraiths and big ice
And colorful ringtones
Beforе merchandising and enterprising
And multi-million dollar music
Companies surprising
And macking the business
And entertainers everywhere
We're either too high to notice
Or too dumb to care either way
That's why we're living in it today
Better fight for that deal 'fore
That meal go away become another one of them
Motherfuckers who got nothin'
Broke down, beat up and disgusted
Hatin' on everybody accustomed to
Takin' the easy route
So I cock back the hammer and
I blow they back out (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
You don't need let all those
Words of hate infiltrate
Your common state of mind
Although time and again I let 'em in
And they chip away like chisel to stone
Decayin' like bones
Afraid of get witherin' alone in
The cold of night
Too wrong to ever admit that I'm right
But in the back of my head
I'm second guessin' my best feelin'
My words better serve the purpose
To all of them again, it's in my head
So I don't consider it real to feel
Repulsed by some of the thoughts
That my mind can
Produce and create out of a simple day
A kind of fascination
I think it's inside my mind
Is to be everything you want me to be
And still be me at the same time
That's the concept better said than done
Try to impress myself
Not you or anyone anymore
And no, I'm not concerned with the score
I'm concerned with people hearin' is
Wigs hittin' the floor (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Like a triple down puppy
A hustler and cut-throat
All rolled into one hoe
And swingin' from my rope chain
Is the flow game
Where you can make bread like
Cats who flip cocaine
I'm 'bout a wife who's twice
As sweet as a cavity
Givin' you such a high that it
Defies the law of gravity
I'm magically delicious to any
And all bitches
But I don't pay 'em no mind
Cuz I'm focusing on my riches
So they thinkin' that I'm kinda
Conceded and condescending at best
But at this moment, i don't care about your
Thoughts and interests
And while you're impressed with my faction
My entourage, my vibe, and my disposition
I'm on a mission and I
Ain't stoppin' for nothin'
And you can put that on the record button
I ain't frontin'
With no biproduct or artificial inseminance
A pure dose of what blastin' is
Lil' bitch! (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
And the road leads to nowhere
The lyrics to Jamie Madrox's song "Big Gunz" convey a sense of rebellion and standing up against societal norms and expectations. The opening lines express a need for unity and sticking together, as there are obstacles and challenges everywhere. The singer claims to be influenced by the voices inside their head, following their instincts and acting accordingly. This includes being willing to do extreme things, such as blowing someone's brains out if instructed to do so by the voices. It's not personal, just a result of not feeling like themselves.
The following verses reflect a nostalgia for a time when rap was more genuine and focused on skill rather than materialistic aspects. Madrox mentions the size of rhymes being smaller, and the names being laced with the art of rocking the microphone correctly. He contrasts this with the current state of the industry, with its emphasis on merchandising, money, and flashy lifestyles. He criticizes entertainers who are too high or too oblivious to care about the state of music.
The chorus asserts the arrival of another powerful expression of their music, urging listeners to put up their "big guns" and cover their eardrums. It suggests the impact and intensity of their art, and the need to protect oneself from its power.
The third verse showcases the artist's confidence and ambition. They liken themselves to a slick hustler and a cut-throat individual, all rolled into one. They take pride in their flow and ability to make money. Despite being seen as arrogant or conceited, they're solely focused on their own success. At this moment, they couldn't care less about others' thoughts or interests. They are determined, relentless, and not stopping for anything.
The song concludes with the line "And the road leads to nowhere," which can be seen as a reflection of the artist's realization that despite the success and ambition, the path they're on may not lead to fulfillment or happiness.
Line by Line Meaning
Buddy
Hey, friend
Wait a minute, man, we gotta stick together
Hold on, we need to support each other
Those things are everywhere!
There are so many of those things around!
I'm just doing what the voices inside my
Head tell me what to do, kid, so if
They say "Blow your fuckin' brains out"
I'll blow your fuckin' brains
Out! Nothing personal
Ya understand? I just haven't been myself
I'm simply following the directions from the voices in my head, kid. So if they tell me to harm myself or others, I'll do it without any personal attachment. Understand that I'm not myself right now.
Back when the and way before spinners
When rhymes weren't the size
Of a four-course dinner
And names were always laced with
Rockin' the mic right
Not 16 bars of rappers who can't write
Not 16 bars for peoplе who can't blow
With Wraiths and big ice
And colorful ringtones
Before merchandising and enterprising
And multi-million dollar music
Companies surprising
And macking the business
And entertainers everywhere
We're either too high to notice
Or too dumb to care either way
That's why we're living in it today
Better fight for that deal 'fore
That meal go away become another one of them
Motherfuckers who got nothin'
Broke down, beat up and disgusted
Hatin' on everybody accustomed to
Takin' the easy route
So I cock back the hammer and
I blow they back out (Blam, blam)
In the past, before fancy cars and excessive indulgence, rappers focused on delivering impactful rhymes. No time was wasted on rappers with no lyrical ability or those who couldn't create amazing performances. Nowadays, the music industry is flooded with commercialism and greed. Many artists are too intoxicated or ignorant to realize the negative consequences. That's why it's important to fight for a good record deal before we end up like those who have nothing, broken and resentful. I'm prepared to take action against those who take the easy way out.
Here it is, here it comes, it's another one
(Blam) put up your big guns
(Blam) , cover your eardrums (Blam, blam)
Here it comes, another powerful song. Get ready with your best skills, and brace yourself for some intense music!
You don't need let all those
Words of hate infiltrate
Your common state of mind
Although time and again I let 'em in
And they chip away like chisel to stone
Decayin' like bones
Afraid of get witherin' alone in
The cold of night
Too wrong to ever admit that I'm right
But in the back of my head
I'm second guessin' my best feelin'
My words better serve the purpose
To all of them again, it's in my head
So I don't consider it real to feel
Repulsed by some of the thoughts
That my mind can
Produce and create out of a simple day
A kind of fascination
I think it's inside my mind
Is to be everything you want me to be
And still be me at the same time
That's the concept better said than done
Try to impress myself
Not you or anyone anymore
And no, I'm not concerned with the score
I'm concerned with people hearin' is
Wigs hittin' the floor (Blam, blam)
Don't let hateful words infiltrate your mind, even though I often allow them to affect me. They eat away at me, causing me to doubt my own feelings. My words may serve their purpose for others, but I don't consider them real or true to myself. I'm fascinated by the thoughts my mind can generate from a simple day. I strive to be what others want me to be while maintaining my true identity. It's easier said than done, as I try to impress myself rather than anyone else. I don't care about popularity or achievements; I'm focused on making an impact with my music, even if it shocks people (Blam, blam).
Like a triple down puppy
A hustler and cut-throat
All rolled into one hoe
And swingin' from my rope chain
Is the flow game
Where you can make bread like
Cats who flip cocaine
I'm 'bout a wife who's twice
As sweet as a cavity
Givin' you such a high that it
Defies the law of gravity
I'm magically delicious to any
And all bitches
But I don't pay 'em no mind
Cuz I'm focusing on my riches
So they thinkin' that I'm kinda
Conceded and condescending at best
But at this moment, i don't care about your
Thoughts and interests
And while you're impressed with my faction
My entourage, my vibe, and my disposition
I'm on a mission and I
Ain't stoppin' for nothin'
And you can put that on the record button
I ain't frontin'
With no biproduct or artificial inseminance
A pure dose of what blastin' is
Lil' bitch! (Blam, blam)
I'm a mix of determination, ambition, and ruthlessness, all wrapped up in one package. I flaunt my success like a chain around my neck. The flow game I possess can bring financial success like drug dealers making money from selling cocaine. I have a wife who brings me immense joy and happiness, defying all laws of nature. I am attractive to many women, but I'm not interested in their attention as my focus is on achieving wealth. People may perceive me as conceited and dismissive, but right now, I don't care about their thoughts or interests. While you may admire my crew, my vibe, and my attitude, I'm solely focused on my mission and won't be stopped for anything. Believe me when I say this, I'm genuine and not trying to deceive anyone. I am the epitome of what true success looks like, and no one can deny it (Blam, blam).
And the road leads to nowhere
The path I'm on doesn't seem to have a destination or purpose.
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