prisms
Kill Bill: The Rapper Lyrics
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Hollow points will have your bitch ass knocking on the devil's door
Yo...
I'm Majin Buu up off the juice; just let me talk to you
You cross my mind from time to time, but what's it costed you?
I'm stuck inside the prisms of this indica, I'm in the cut
I'm feeling anxious
But I wonder if she thinks about me?
Thinks when she drinks about me?
And I don't know the answers
Walk with lady luck as I beg to hold her hand first
Ayo, feelings are cancerous
Cannabis sandwiched in a damn thick manuscript
And I'm just trying to McMahon the shit
Big boss
Grow a pair (pear) I'm Rick Ross
Riding til the shift's off
"Don't fuck this up", thank you for the tip, boss
Creeping out the sticks, ma
Feeling kind of big, boy
Big and tall. I'm sick of stalling hitting margin ends
Feeling part carcass, smart artist with an awkward trend
Hard Benjamins spent on carcinogens
Demons crawling out my mouth; I'm talcumed out
Fresh cut with a couple bad bitches in the front seat
If my conscious were personified, I bet it'd probably punch me
Yo, why you telling lies for?
Catch me by the dime store listening to Grindcore
I need bread? I rhyme more
If only I would try more...
It's yours, isn't it?
In the first verse of "Prisms," Kill Bill: The Rapper talks about his readiness to take action against anyone who crosses him; he compares his strength to that of Majin Buu, a fictional villain in the "Dragon Ball" anime series. Meanwhile, he is trapped inside his own mind, overwhelmed by the effects of marijuana, and consumed by anxiety. As he rolls another blunt to ease his worries, he begins to think about a girl he dated and wonders if she still thinks about him as well. Later in the song, he describes his struggles as a musician trying to break into the industry and how his consciousness is personified and capable of attacking him. Bill also reflects on the sacrifices he has made and devotes the song's chorus to list the various ways he has given all he can in his pursuit of success.
In the next part, Kill Bill describes how he feels about his current career as a rapper. He likens his creative process to that of a writer attempting to compose a novel, with his lyrics, rhymes, and beats as the equivalent of pen, paper, and ink. However, while he acknowledges that he has talent, he feels stuck and unable to create something truly great. Aside from his career, he also discusses his feelings of inadequacy in relationships, doubting his own worthiness of love and affection.
"Prisms" is a multi-layered track that delves into the complexities of everyday life, from relationships to career struggles, from internal battles to external perceptions. Bill's vivid language and introspective style draw the listener into his world, allowing them to relate to his struggles and empathize with his woes.
Line by Line Meaning
Boy this Glock is cocked and ready to pop up on another hoe
I'm armed with a pistol ready to take revenge on someone who wronged me.
Hollow points will have your bitch ass knocking on the devil's door
The bullets in my gun will deal severe damage to the person who crosses me.
Yo...I'm Majin Buu up off the juice; just let me talk to you
I'm feeling powerful like the character Majin Buu after drinking alcohol.
You cross my mind from time to time, but what's it costed you?
I think of you occasionally, but what have you sacrificed for me?
I'm stuck inside the prisms of this indica, I'm in the cut
I'm trapped in the psychedelic effects of this marijuana strain, hiding from danger.
I'm feeling anxious. Roll it up and thank it
I'm experiencing anxiety, so I need to smoke more marijuana to calm down.
But I wonder if she thinks about me? Thinks when she drinks about me?
I'm curious if someone still has feelings for me, even when they're drinking alcohol.
And I don't know the answers. Walk with lady luck as I beg to hold her hand first
I'm uncertain about the outcome, but I'm willing to take chances in life.
Ayo, feelings are cancerous. Cannabis sandwiched in a damn thick manuscript
Negative emotions are like a disease, and I use marijuana to cope with them.
And I'm just trying to McMahon the shit. Big boss
I'm attempting to gain control of my life like a wrestling promoter Vince McMahon.
Grow a pair (pear) I'm Rick Ross. Riding til the shift's off
I'm tough like the rapper Rick Ross and will keep working until the job is finished.
"Don't fuck this up", thank you for the tip, boss
Thank you for the advice to succeed in life.
Creeping out the sticks, ma. Feeling kind of big, boy. Big and tall. I'm sick of stalling hitting margin ends
I'm leaving my old neighborhood, feeling confident, and tired of living paycheck to paycheck.
Feeling part carcass, smart artist with an awkward trend
I'm feeling like a lifeless body, but I'm still creative and unique in my style.
Hard Benjamins spent on carcinogens. Demons crawling out my mouth; I'm talcumed out
I wasted my money on harmful substances, making me speak negatively and compulsively.
Fresh cut with a couple bad bitches in the front seat
I'm driving with two attractive women in the passenger seat after getting a haircut and feeling good about myself.
If my conscious were personified, I bet it'd probably punch me
If my inner voice took human form, it would physically harm me for my bad choices.
Yo, why you telling lies for? Catch me by the dime store listening to Grindcore
Why are you lying? I'm hanging out by the convenience store listening to aggressive music.
I need bread? I rhyme more. If only I would try more...
I need money, so I'll write more songs. If only I put in more effort...
It's yours, isn't it?
This item belongs to you, correct?
Writer(s): Dennis Billy Nettles
Contributed by Michael S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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[Sample - Repeating]
Boy this Glock is cocked and ready to pop up on another hoe
Hollow points will have your bitch ass knocking on the devil's door
[Kill Bill]
Yo...
I'm Majin Buu up off the juice; just let me talk to you
You cross my mind from time to time, but what's it costed you?
I'm stuck inside the prisms of this indica, I'm in the cut
I'm feeling anxious. Roll it up and thank it
But I wonder if she thinks about me?
Thinks when she drinks about me?
And I don't know the answers
Walk with lady luck as I beg to hold her hand first
Ayo, feelings are cancerous
Cannabis sandwiched in a damn thick manuscript
And I'm just trying to McMahon the shit
Big boss
Grow a pair (pear) I'm Rick Ross
Riding til the shift's off
"Don't fuck this up", thank you for the tip, boss
Creeping out the sticks, ma
Feeling kind of big, boy
Big and tall. I'm sick of stalling hitting margin ends
Feeling part carcass, smart artist with an awkward trend
Hard Benjamins spent on carcinogens
Demons crawling out my mouth; I'm talcumed out
Fresh cut with a couple bad bitches in the front seat
If my conscious were personified, I bet it'd probably punch me
Yo, why you telling lies for?
Catch me by the dime store listening to Grindcore
I need bread? I rhyme more
If only I would try more...
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