As a lyricist, Jarren has been compared to various artists such as Ludacris, Eminem, and Red Man. At age 6, he discovered his love for hip hop. While other kids piss their beds, Jarren would stay up late, past midnight, to record “The Fresh Party,” a local Atlanta Hip Hop radio show. Soon Jarren began to write his own rhymes and by the time he reached 10 years old, he was a premature beast on the mic. Jarren’s arsenals of talent also includes production and live performance skills. For the past seven years, Jarren had been producing and writing his own music in addition to producing tracks for other local Atlanta artists. With a sick live show that puts other rappers to shame, Jarren refined and mastered this art having performed at various open mics and showcases, such as the Southeastern Music Conference and Atlantis Music Festival.
Growing up in a house hold with no father figure, Hip Hop was like a second parent to Jarren. Obsessed with breaking into the music industry, he dropped out of high school to pursue his musical career. Unfortunately, since then it’s been a downward spiral. With no education behind him it has been difficult to find a career that will allow him to support his family and satisfy his thirst for making music. Frustrated with his adversities and the current state of Hip Hop, its do or die for Jarren. With the ability to KILL any competition that comes, his way he is destined to make it. Jarren Benton is the future of hip hop, a legend in the making. Be on the look out for this new “king of the south.” Don’t sleep or you will regret it.
C.R.E.A.M. '17
Jarren Benton Lyrics
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Cash rule everything around me
My momma must have did crack in the 80's
Came out the pussy hole acting as crazy
Shit they put you in the pages for smackin' your babies
Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
Bitch I'm ruthless, I'm fucked and I made excuses
To throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain't exclusive
I'm a black activist on Actavis your math don't add up
These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked 'em
Circle the block and hit the lane that's smirkin'
Ain't nothing funny
Hey, money talks and niggas is dummies
It's a wrap, the stick left him stiff as a mummy
These niggas bleedin', don't front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
Ain't no fuck, this Superman, you get wet up in your Jeep
I can't sleep 'cause I ain't count a billion yet
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin' a check, ay
How you broke when you just had a million net
They say blacks bad with money, can't get rid of his debt
Damn
Pistol on me
Marinara with rigatoni
I eat like Tony Soprano
Don't front, you niggas know me
You can't win when you got haters on the team
They did that nigga Eric Garner like Radio Raheem
No D batteries they train 'em at academies
No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomies
Sadly another casualty
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, scrapers, and athletes
Cash rules everything around me
Cash rules everything around me
Uh, okay I'm back in business
But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would've know the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Life is a bitch
My biggest distraction are baddest women
My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics"
I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz Daddy missin'
I'm back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener
The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow out brains we optimistic
No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest nigga
I'm ridin' Phantom with your bitch that's a Goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes
I feel like I'm Pac's or Prince's with a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
You dancin' with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
These niggas hatin', my patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out, my cash straight, I'm Skylar Diggins
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I'm hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all 'em niggas
I'm going nuts George Carver, nigga, pause a nigga
Fresh like a Harlem nigga, man ,what's wrong with niggas
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga
Ferrari Spider, shit just looks like it's crawlin' nigga
I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin nigga
I'm so forreal, my jokes are deep, the sharks'll giggle
I talk in riddles, the game's a jungle I'm Robin Williams
What's poppin' Benton we eatin' it's time to starve them niggas
We eatin' it's time to starve them niggas
If niggas won't smoke we gon' get the coffin nigga, blaow
The opening line, “Cash rule everything around me,” is a reference to the Wu-Tang Clan song “C.R.E.A.M.” from 1993. The first verse is an introspective look into Benton’s upbringing, suggesting that his mother did crack, and he was born into a crazy world. He also touches on a common problem of mother's hitting their children, which puts those children in the care of the state, which presumably “puts them in pages." Benton says he draws weapons to protect himself in what seems like lawless surroundings with parents acting crazy. He suggests that his generation has become uncontrollable like wild animals and needs parents or guidance.
In the second verse, Benton returns to boastful, bragging lyrics. He talks about having a pistol on him and getting marinara with rigatoni, enough to eat like Tony Soprano. He acknowledges that he has had success in his career, and he is back in business with a vengeance. Benton also talks about his experience being too authentic for the industry, expecting a rapper image and not finding it. He asserts himself as the hottest and most influential rapper in the game right now, developed into a modern-day Jay-Z or Nas with the added influence of Prince and Michael Jackson. The song ends with aggressive threats, painting a picture of a dangerous lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
My momma must have did crack in the 80's
My mother possibly consumed crack cocaine in the 1980s
Came out the pussy hole acting as crazy
I was born seemingly crazy and out of control
Shit they put you in the pages for smackin' your babies
The media will put you in the headlines for child abuse
Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
If you continue to stare, I'll pull out my weapon like an artist drawing a picture
It's apparent these niggas is wildin' they need parents
These people are acting wild, and they require parental guidance
Bitch I'm ruthless, I'm fucked and I made excuses
I'm heartless, feeling lost, and making excuses
To throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain't exclusive
I'm cutting ties, and making it clear that we aren't exclusive
I'm a black activist on Actavis your math don't add up
I'm an African-American activist, but I'm also on Actavis, and your calculation skills are deficient
These niggas bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains
These people can't do Calculus, while I never close the curtains in my luxurious Maybach car
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked 'em
Erase the fingerprints from the area where they were killed
Circle the block and hit the lane that's smirkin'
Drive around the block and follow the path of the lane that looks suspicious
Ain't nothing funny
There's nothing to joke about
Hey, money talks and niggas is dummies
Money speaks, and some people are gullible and easily fooled
It's a wrap, the stick left him stiff as a mummy
It's over, the weapon caused him to die in a stiff and lifeless position
These niggas bleedin', don't front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
These people are bleeding, don't pretend like you're superhero Christopher Reeves
Ain't no fuck, this Superman, you get wet up in your Jeep
No kidding, I'm like Superman, and I'll attack you while you're in your vehicle
I can't sleep 'cause I ain't count a billion yet
I can't sleep because I haven't counted a billion dollars yet
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin' a check, ay
I have hired killers working for me, and it's making me feel successful
How you broke when you just had a million net
How are you poor when you just made a million dollars?
They say blacks bad with money, can't get rid of his debt
Stereotypically, black people have trouble managing money and paying off debt
Pistol on me
I'm carrying a gun with me
Marinara with rigatoni
I'm eating pasta with marinara sauce and rigatoni noodles
I eat like Tony Soprano
I eat like the character Tony Soprano from the television show 'The Sopranos'
Don't front, you niggas know me
Don't act like you don't know who I am
You can't win when you got haters on the team
You can't succeed when the people closest to you hate you
They did that nigga Eric Garner like Radio Raheem
Eric Garner was treated the same way as the character Radio Raheem from the movie 'Do the Right Thing'
No D batteries they train 'em at academies
They don't use D batteries, instead they are trained in academies
No empathy for niggas just wet up their whole anatomies
They don't have any compassion for black people, they just shoot them all over their bodies
Sadly another casualty
Unfortunately, another person has died
Too many niggas wanna be rappers, scrapers, and athletes
There are too many people trying to become rappers, drug dealers, and athletes
Okay I'm back in business
I'm back to doing my regular thing
But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders
But I never slack, I'm caught in the time of fake drug dealers
Who would've know the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Who would have guessed that the criminal world was full of people like Master Splinter
Life is a bitch
Life can be difficult sometimes
My biggest distraction are baddest women
The thing that distracts me the most are the most attractive women
My momma told me, "Nigga focus on academics"
My mother advised me to concentrate on my education
I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I'm carrying a gun, so powerful it could cause physical harm to a chemist
I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz Daddy missin'
I'm Maury Povich - My mom is crying because my dad is not present
I'm back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
I'm back stronger than ever, but the label didn't give me an image as a rapper
I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener
I'm too real and extreme for the casual listener
The back, the center, stick up niggas like Robin Givens
My position is in the middle, and I'm robbing people like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow out brains we optimistic
I'm from the city where people shoot other people in the head, but we never lose hope
No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest nigga
No one can compete, because I'm dropping knowledge and I'm the best
I'm ridin' Phantom with your bitch that's a Goblin visit
I'm driving a Rolls-Royce Phantom, with your girl, who is like a mysterious and scary creature
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes
I went from having nothing, to having lots of things to worry about
I feel like I'm Pac's or Prince's with a pinch of Catholicism
I feel like I'm a mix of Tupac and Prince, with a hint of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
I'm the modern day Jay-Z and Nas, mixed with Michael Jackson's album Thriller
You dancin' with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
You're dancing with the stars, while the entire universe is out of balance
These niggas hatin', my patience thin as these model bitches
These people are hating, and my patience level is as low as that of a model
I balls out, my cash straight, I'm Skylar Diggins
I'm doing really well financially, and I'm like Skylar Diggins, a successful basketball player
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I'm doing really well, and you have to admit it
I'm hotter than a lot of niggas, fuck it, all 'em niggas
I'm better than most people, including all of them
I'm going nuts George Carver, nigga, pause a nigga
I'm going crazy like George Washington Carver, and I'm pausing someone
Fresh like a Harlem nigga, man ,what's wrong with niggas
I'm fresh like a person from Harlem, but what's wrong with everyone else
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome nigga
Tell your child's mother to call a really cool guy
Ferrari Spider, shit just looks like it's crawlin' nigga
I have a Ferrari Spider, and it looks like it's crawling on the road
I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure
I'm successful, even though I grew up without a father
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin nigga
The person who shoots for me is very skilled with the gun, like watching the show Martin
I'm so forreal, my jokes are deep, the sharks'll giggle
I'm very serious, and my jokes are profound, even sharks would find them funny
I talk in riddles, the game's a jungle I'm Robin Williams
I speak with ambiguity, and the music industry is a harsh environment, but I'm like Robin Williams, funny and clever
What's poppin' Benton we eatin' it's time to starve them niggas
What's happening, we are thriving while others are struggling, it's time to let them starve
We eatin' it's time to starve them niggas
We are doing well, so it's time to let them struggle
If niggas won't smoke we gon' get the coffin nigga, blaow
If people don't want to deal with us, we'll make sure they end up in a coffin, pow
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jarren Giovanni Benton, Nick Grant
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Beaver_Rapsmith
Jarron deserves a lot moe recognition
@jordasl4030
He needs no life shaq
@AcidTrickz
jarren deserves his flowers⚘🌹🌷
@edwleo8124
okay okay..I never heard of Nick Grant but his flow is incredible
@AxelWalters
"Bitch I'm ruthless, I fuck then I make excuses, then throw the deuces, I told you bitches we ain't exclusive."
@sabastianlucero1457
stfu
@jamesspicer4423
Axel Walters that's a basic bar for jarren
@KatoHipHop
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@joehans7762
kato really out here lol
@williamfoster7098
Kato On The Track k-k-k-Kato on the track BIIIIITCH!!!!!