On April 7, 2017, he released his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ under Pro Era Records and Cinematic Music Group. The album was supported by three singles: Devastated, Land of the Free and Temptation. ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$ received generally positive reviews from critics and debuted at number five on the US Billboard 200.
Five years following the release of his second studio album ALL-AMERIKKKAN BADA$$, he released the follow-up to his debut mixtape, 1999, ten years later on July 22, 2022. The name of this album, his third studio album, was 2000. During 2022, Joey released multiple singles to the album including Head High, Survivors Guilt, Zipcodes and 2 more. In the album, Joey goes over plenty of topic matters such as dealing with mental health, the passing of his friend Captial Steez and his cousin, Junior B, ten years later, and his overal life. 2000 debuted at No.18 on the Billboard 200 chart and sold roughly 22,000 album-equvialent units in its first week. The album was well perceived by fans and critcs, and was deemed to be a generally good lead up to his mixtape 1999.
DSL
Joey Bada$$ Lyrics
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(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then)
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) I make the whole place
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) I make the whole place
(Hit you with some shit that make you niggas look deformed, now) Yeah
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) Bust, bust one time
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then) Bust, bust two time
(Hit you with some shit that make you niggas look deformed, now) Check
[Verse 1]
Puffing on that Eucalyptus
You can lift this dick in between your lipstick
If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipschitz, you dipshits
Even the polices want me cause I rip shit
Puffing that piff shit, Blow out five O's like the Olympics
Evadin' on a RipStik yellin' ""Eat my dust""
When cars for breakfast and lunch don't get ate 'til dusk
I spit it hotter than the days it don't get dusk 'til eight
And when you born in a maze, you learn to duck those strays
I know gang homies who wait around to buck those Tre's
But me, I chose to skate around, ya know, Bust those tre's
They get bucks, get paid, They get butt, get laid
Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut, catch fades
You see, I was one of those kids who stayed up passed late
So when it's time for school, I got up and still passed, great
Get passed- I forgot my line
I do it nonchalant, Spit it through the wire like I'm Chaka Khan
I been killing 'em, Your bitch been feeling 'em
Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in
Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline
Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in
Uh, got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if
They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised
But there's no break when I got you pinned in
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches
So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas
Too many freaking G's claim they make that deus pop
Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox nigga
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused
But know, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal
It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you
At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer
Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you
Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless
Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages
Da fuckin' specialist
I bet all you mother fuckers gonna remember this, yeah
The lyrics to Joey Bada$$’s song DSL are a mix of witty wordplay and braggadocious lines delivered with intense energy. In the intro, he sets the tone for the song with the repeated phrase “I make the whole place warm then,” emphasizing his ability to heat things up and make an impact. In the first verse, he boasts about his skills and accomplishments, from his ability to blow out smoke rings to his success with women. He also references his tough upbringing and the challenges he’s faced, but ultimately affirms his resilience and confidence in his abilities.
Joey Bada$$’s delivery throughout the song is intense and powerful, accompanied by a hard-hitting beat and occasional scratches from a DJ. The lyrics showcase his ability to switch up his flow and experiment with different wordplay techniques, from puns to internal rhymes to allusions to pop culture. Overall, “DSL” is a showcase of Joey Bada$$’s lyrical prowess and his ability to blend classic hip-hop sounds with modern sensibilities.
Line by Line Meaning
(Damn, UH! I make the whole place warm then)
I bring the heat and make the whole area lively
(Hit you with some shit that make you niggas look deformed, now)
My lyrics are so powerful they will leave you feeling destroyed
Puffing on that Eucalyptus
I'm smoking Eucalyptus
You can lift this dick in between your lipstick
You can perform oral sex on me
If your eyes ain't low like Ralph Lipschitz, you dipshits
If you're not high like me, then you're a fool
Even the polices want me cause I rip shit
Even the police recognize my greatness and want me
Puffing that piff shit, Blow out five O's like the Olympics
I'm smoking that good weed and blowing smoke in the shape of the Olympics logo
Evadin' on a RipStik yellin' ""Eat my dust""
I'm riding a RipStik and challenging others to try and keep up
When cars for breakfast and lunch don't get ate 'til dusk
I stay out late and cars don't get eaten until it gets dark
I spit it hotter than the days it don't get dusk 'til eight
I deliver great rhymes that are hotter than the days that don't get dark until 8 PM
And when you born in a maze, you learn to duck those strays
Growing up in tough conditions taught me to avoid trouble
I know gang homies who wait around to buck those Tre's
I have friends in gangs who are ready to shoot their guns
But me, I chose to skate around, ya know, Bust those tre's
I prefer to avoid violence and ride my skateboard
They get bucks, get paid, They get butt, get laid
People who hustle make money and have sex
Niggas who ball and shine hard, they get cut, catch fades
People who show off too much might get hurt
You see, I was one of those kids who stayed up passed late
I was a kid who stayed up late and worked hard
So when it's time for school, I got up and still passed, great
Despite staying up late, I was still able to pass my classes with flying colors
I do it nonchalant, Spit it through the wire like I'm Chaka Khan
I rap effortlessly and with ease like Chaka Khan singing through a wire
I been killing 'em, Your bitch been feeling 'em
I've been killing it with my rhymes and your girl is into me
Ya'll can't be serious like films Ben Stiller in
You guys are not serious like Ben Stiller in movies
Nobody iller than him at the top of his adrenaline
There's no one who's better than me when I'm hyped up
Flow sweet like cinnamon, Name a chick that I ain't swimming in
My flow is smooth and I've been with many women
Got flow for days, I'm sure to get paid if
I have great rhyming skills that ensure I get paid for my music
They hate the price on son's life, it's sure to get raised
People who dislike me will pay more for anything related to me
But there's no break when I got you pinned in
I won't give you a break when I have control over you
Said it uno, dos, tres then fin, I let him swim with like
I'll give you three chances before I let you go
Mad fishes, In the cut like mad stitches
I'm hiding like a fish in the cut and it's like I was stitched up
I know you mad bitches mad how my style switches
My haters are mad that I can switch up my style so easily
So, frequently be freaking MC's with these frequencies
I often defeat other rappers with my great skills
These freaking trees got me soaring over freaking seas
Smoking weed has me feeling like I'm flying over the sea
Too many freaking G's claim they make that deus pop
Too many fake gangsters claim they shoot guns
Please, the only thing you ever squeeze was your juicebox nigga
The only thing you've ever squeezed is your juicebox, not a gun
And you know it, cause real G's don't have to show it
Real gangsters don't have to flaunt or show off their gangsterism
Got your head in the clouds, big homie gotta get you focused
You're out of touch with reality and I need to set you straight
But know, it's all a part of the business, don't take it personal
Any issues we have are just a part of the rap game, it's not personal
It must be hurting you to know I could be merkin' you
It must be hard for you to know that I could easily beat you
At will, whenever I feel, this shit get realer
I can rap whenever I want and I'll always be good
Foe squealers give the beats out to the nigga Dilla
My enemies will send beats to J Dilla as a sign of defeat
I shine like crystals, Never held a pistol
I shine bright like diamonds and have never held a gun
Never packed a tool, but that don't mean that I won't fix you
I don't carry weapons but I'm not above defending myself if necessary
Who is you? I don't give a F, I do it effortless
I don't care about who you are and I can do this without any effort
Tell your messengers, they can get opened like beverages
Warn your people that they could get hurt like a can of soda
Da fuckin' specialist
I'm the best at what I do
I bet all you mother fuckers gonna remember this, yeah
I'm so great that everyone will remember my rhymes
Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Jo-Vaughn Virginie
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Flaccid Johnson
This song is one of my favorites of his. So much fire, almost every bar is a double or triple entendre. Could blaze to this song all day!
Freddy Cabrera
Flaccid Johnson there’s a quadruple entendre 👀 in one of the lines.
Universal Hooliganz (517)
Goddamn the wordplay is off the charts
David K
"Blow out Five O's Like the olympics".... Imma just let this triple Entendre sit here
Taylor Bates
Blowing smoke rings, smoking 5 ounces, 5-0 for cops and the Olympics.
I could see quadruple.
Granted we’re reading into this pretty hard 😂
UnReal
I’m not gonna hold you guys. Joey bada$$ is one of the greatest rappers of all time but y’all are reading wayyyyy too much into the “5 0’s Olympics” line lmfaooo
Bro was literally saying he smokes and blows out O’s until it looks like the olympics sign. Y’all are really writing stories with your theories of his actual meaning 😂😂
“He kills cops, he smokes weed, he outruns the cops”
I can tell none of y’all have spent a day outside of suburbia lol
Shackleford
The whole phrase has to have two meanings or more to be a double (or more ex; triple, quad) entendre. This is multiple meanings for the first half only, and not the second half to match
Nicholas Vaccaro
David G it’s a stretch saying quadruple but it’s definitely a triple
David G
Nicholas Vaccaro I get that one. But how is it a quadruple entendre
antoine johnson
this should of been on 1999