Scorn
Jasiah Lyrics
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Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Hold up, shit, hold up, ayy
Yeah, ayy (Dwilly make it weird, go)
Beat your ass down 'cause I got time
Lil' bitch (Bitch)
They don't like my sound 'cause in
Do you get this feeling because
I know this shit intense (yeah)
Don't got no friends
But I need a place to fit
Don't face the real 'cause I can
See straight through your lens (Pussy)
Can't match my energy
I swear it make you shit yourself
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke
Inhale
Pussy tried to fight me but you won't prevail
You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh
A, b, c, d, e, f, g
All of you can suck my dick
One, two, three bitches on me
All of them have sucked my dick
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it
That would fill me with glee
That would make me so happy
H, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p
All of my niggas are gettin' paid with me
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
Q, R, S, nigga, T, U, V
I put a Quaalude in codeine
W, X, bitch, Y and Z
Uh, all Spider Gang do is get to that green
You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn
Scorn, scorn, scorn, scorn yeah, ayy
I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness
(yeah)
I got a bitch and I'm breakin' her back
Smokin' my dick like an motherfuckin' addict
(Haha)
I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is
(Baow, baow)
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye aye captain
Fuckin' with me, put a hole in your chest
Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz
And I'm tryna get this money
But I know it's all the same
All these niggas play like Abel
But they know they really Cain (Ew)
You ain't- You ain't got no flavor, bitch
You taste like Raising Cane's (Gang)
If your mental stable
Then I know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
Know that- know that you ain't gang
Know that you ain't gang
You said you don't like me, but
I'll check you just like Nike, uh
My niggas not fighting, but they'll shoot
You just like Spike Lee, uh
Punch you in your lip until it
Swell and look like Kylie, uh
Beat your ass, I'll beat your ass then
Put you on a white tee, uh
The song "Scorn" by JASIAH is a typical example of aggressive rap music. The song is all about JASIAH standing up for himself and asserting his dominance over other people. Throughout the song, he boasts about his toughness and his ability to beat up anyone who opposes him. He also talks about his success and the fact that he is making a lot of money.
One interesting aspect of the song is its use of repetition. The phrase "hold up, shit" is repeated several times throughout the song, creating a sense of urgency and aggression. Similarly, the chorus is made up of the word "scorn" repeated several times, emphasizing the aggressive tone of the song.
Another interesting aspect of the song is the way JASIAH uses language. He uses a lot of slang and vulgar language to create a sense of raw aggression. He also uses a lot of imagery, such as when he talks about punching someone in the lip until it "swells and looks like Kylie," which paints a vivid picture of violence.
Overall, "Scorn" is a song about standing up for oneself and asserting dominance over others. It is a raw, aggressive song that uses repetition and imagery to create a powerful sense of emotion.
Line by Line Meaning
Hold up, shit, hold up, shit, hold up
Pause and listen closely to what I'm about to tell you
Beat your ass down 'cause I got time
I have plenty of time to put you in your place
They don't like my sound 'cause in
Your mind it don't make sense
You don't understand my music and that's why you dislike it
Do you get this feeling because
I know this shit intense (yeah)
The intensity of my music is making you uneasy
Don't got no friends
But I need a place to fit
I don't have any friends but I still want to belong somewhere
Can't match my energy
I swear it make you shit yourself
My energy is too much for you and it scares you
I'm too sick, low health, you want smoke
Inhale
Even with low health, I'm still a danger to you and you're foolish to try me
Pussy tried to fight me but you won't prevail
You can't beat me in a fight even if you tried
All of you can suck my dick
I have no respect for any of you
All of them have sucked my dick
All these girls are only interested in me for my fame and money
I got on a plain white tee
I wish that it had your pic on it
I want to put your picture on my shirt to emphasize my dominance over you
All of my niggas are gettin' paid with me
My crew and I are all making money together
Racks in the pockets of my jeans
I have a lot of money on me at all times
I put a Quaalude in codeine
I mix drugs together to enhance the high
All Spider Gang do is get to that green
All we care about is making money and nothing else matters
I just descend into madness, uh
Count all this money, forget all the sadness
Even though my lifestyle may drive me crazy, all the money I make helps me escape my problems
I'm in that bitch and she tell me who that is
I'm with a girl and she's pointing out other guys she's been with
Skeet in her eye, eye, aye aye captain
I disrespect women and objectify them
Bitch ass nigga, you look just like Raditz
You're weak and unimpressive, like the character Raditz from Dragon Ball
All these niggas play like Abel
But they know they really Cain
All these guys act innocent like Abel, but deep down they're really evil like Cain
If your mental stable
Then I know that you ain't gang
If you're not mentally unstable, then you don't have what it takes to be part of my gang
You ain't got no flavor, bitch
You taste like Raising Cane's
You have no personality, you're bland like fast food
Scorn, scorn, scorn
I express my anger and disgust towards all of you
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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@LOSTNOISE
This was a fun one to shoot. We definitely gotta get another one with the boys 🎬
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Here before it blows up
@darkrose886
Here before it blows up aswell
@ubobque
loved you on i saw a ghost by killstation bro
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@takayan_gorizal
1:32 I want LIL DARKIE merchandise very very much🔥
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TAKAYANNNNN
@Litigations
huge difference in what your posting and where your posting