1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twi… Read Full Bio ↴There are six artists called Mez:
1) Nottingham Grime MC https://twitter.com/unclemez
2)Swiss-born Ralf Metzler (in the last.fm photos), playing what has been described as "breakbeat-infused future-jazz".
3) British speed garage and bassline DJ by the name of Tom Merrill, currently making a big name for himself in Sheffield and surrounding areas (for more see http://www.mezdj.com/).
4) Hungarian DJ who also records as Sleeping Machine and plays drums in Budapest shoegaze band Hammer Of Gods.
5) American singer/songwriter mez (www.musicmez.com) producing songs and music cues for media placement and for other artists and lyricists.
6) Wouter Messelink, an idm & breakcore producer.
Devil Is A Judge
MEZ Lyrics
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Lockin' niggas up
Lockin' niggas up, yeah
I wonder if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut?
Would she let me cut, yeah?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
Doin' different stuff, yeah
I wonder if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck?
Would I give a?
2008, man, shit was great back then
My boy had a stu' at the crib, we stayed packed in
Girbaud jeans and the smoke from the Mild Black and's
Girls can't shut the fuck up when we trackin'
I'd search internet Hypebeast, I stayed tapped in
What's that you wearin', niggas was always askin'
Mama used to clean the tub with Ajax then
And I would hate the smell
I told her we'll be wealthy
I mean it you'll see
Maybe live in Chelsea
New York was always hard on me but it was healthy
I'm a doctor with the grammar I swear that I'm Kelsey
Surgical with this bitch Jake, fuckin' with me's a mistake (yeah)
And I knew it how homies reacted to my first mixtape
I was workin' at Buffalo Wild Wings, it would get played
By the cooks in the kitchen some older head said, "This kid straight"
Sung it and shook your wings in a bucket BBQ mesquite
Cops always fucked with us
Always stopped us for nothin'
Your skin dark, your surroundin's is southern
It's gone be harder than others
I think that's partially where anger would come from
We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter
I wonder
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Lockin' niggas up
Lockin' niggas up, yeah
I wonder if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut?
Would she let me cut, yeah?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doin' different stuff, yeah
I wonder if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck?
Would I give a?
In MEZ's song "Devil Is A Judge," the lyrics explore various uncertainties and contemplations. The artist wonders if the devil serves as a judge, locking people up and controlling their lives. This notion can be understood as a metaphor for feeling trapped or oppressed by external forces beyond one's control. The repetition of the phrase "lockin' niggas up" emphasizes the theme of confinement and the lack of freedom.
The lyrics also touch on the artist's vulnerability and desire for love. MEZ questions whether expressing his love for someone would lead to acceptance or rejection, as indicated by the line "Would she let me cut?," which metaphorically refers to being allowed to enter someone's life or heart. This highlights the fear of potential heartbreak and the uncertainty of romantic relationships.
In addition, the song reflects on luck and wealth. MEZ questions if luck truly exists, suggesting a skepticism towards relying on chance or fate. The line "I wonder if I had a million bucks, would I give a fuck?" explores the notion of material wealth and its significance in one's life. It prompts introspection about the true value and importance of money in relation to personal happiness and fulfillment.
Overall, "Devil Is A Judge" showcases MEZ's introspective thoughts, grappling with themes of confinement, love, luck, and wealth.
Line by Line Meaning
I wonder if the devil is a judge
I ponder whether the devil serves as a judge, imprisoning individuals
Lockin' niggas up
He confines people behind bars
Lockin' niggas up, yeah
Detaining individuals, without a doubt
I wonder if I tell her I'm in love
I contemplate if confessing my love to her
Would she let me cut?
Would she allow me to engage in sexual activity?
Would she let me cut, yeah?
Will she grant me the chance to be intimate?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
I question whether I am losing fortune
I don't believe in luck
I do not have faith in chance
Doin' different stuff, yeah
Engaging in various activities, indeed
I wonder if I had a million bucks
I speculate on the impact of possessing one million dollars
Would I give a fuck?
Would I truly care?
Would I give a?
Would I even bother?
2008, man, shit was great back then
In the year 2008, my friend, things were fantastic at that time
My boy had a stu' at the crib, we stayed packed in
My friend had a studio setup at home, and we stayed crowded inside
Girbaud jeans and the smoke from the Mild Black and's
Wearing Girbaud jeans while puffing on Mild Black and's cigarettes
Girls can't shut the fuck up when we trackin'
Girls cannot stay quiet when we are making music
I'd search internet Hypebeast, I stayed tapped in
I frequently searched Hypebeast online, remaining connected
What's that you wearin', niggas was always askin'
Others always inquired about the clothing we wore
Mama used to clean the tub with Ajax then
My mother would clean the bathtub using Ajax cleaning product
And I would hate the smell
I despised the scent
I told her we'll be wealthy
I assured her that we would become rich
I mean it you'll see
I genuinely meant it, and you would witness it
Maybe live in Chelsea
Possibly residing in the neighborhood of Chelsea
New York was always hard on me but it was healthy
New York City was constantly challenging for me, but it was beneficial
I'm a doctor with the grammar I swear that I'm Kelsey
I possess exceptional skills with language and assure you that I am proficient
Surgical with this bitch Jake, fuckin' with me's a mistake (yeah)
I am highly skilled and precise in my craft, associating with me is an error
And I knew it how homies reacted to my first mixtape
I recognized it from my friends' response to my initial mixtape
I was workin' at Buffalo Wild Wings, it would get played
While employed at Buffalo Wild Wings, my music was frequently played
By the cooks in the kitchen some older head said, 'This kid straight'
The cooks in the kitchen, along with an older individual, commented, 'This kid is talented'
Sung it and shook your wings in a bucket BBQ mesquite
Singing along and vigorously shaking your wings in a bucket, flavored with BBQ mesquite
Cops always fucked with us
The police frequently harassed us
Always stopped us for nothin'
They would consistently detain us without cause
Your skin dark, your surroundin's is southern
Your skin is of a darker complexion, and your environment has southern characteristics
It's gone be harder than others
It will be more challenging than for others
I think that's partially where anger would come from
I suspect that is partly the source of my anger
We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter
We communicated eloquently, but possessed weapons that hesitated to function
I wonder
I speculate
Lyrics © TUNECORE INC
Written by: DAVID X ELI, Dontae Perkins, Morris W. Ricks II, Tobias Breuer
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