Madlib was born in Oxnard, California to musician parents Otis Jackson, Sr. and Dora Sinesca Jackson. He sampled his first song at 11 years old, sourced from his father's collection. His younger brother is the producer and rapper Michael "Oh No" Jackson. His uncle is the jazz trumpeter Jon Faddis. He was raised in Oxnard, where he began his music career.
During an interview on Chrome Children, Madlib stated that his most significant musical influences include Miles Davis, Sun Ra, and David Axelrod. Some of his hip-hop influences are Large Professor, Marley Marl, Paul C, DJ Pooh, and Dr. Dre.
Scarface
Madlib Lyrics
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Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
The lyrics to Madlib's Scarface describe a violent and dangerous lifestyle, where the singers are engaging in criminal activity on the streets. The opening line "Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens" paints a vivid picture of a violent altercation taking place while the characters are under the influence of drugs. The sense of danger is palpable, as the characters hear sirens in the distance, suggesting that the police are on their way. This creates a sense of paranoia that adds to the tension of the song.
In the second line, we learn that the characters are smoking and feeling their heartbeats. This is a common effect of smoking marijuana, and it suggests that the characters are struggling to control their emotions and impulses. The following lines describe the characters planning to rob someone they cannot afford to buy from, and the lyric "Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue" is a grim reminder of the violent environment in which they live.
The final lines of the verse describe the characters' desire for wealth and success, as they describe their criminal activities and the possessions they acquire. The final line of the verse is simply "Gibbs, nigga", a reference to rapper Freddie Gibbs who features on the track. This line serves to remind the listener that this violent and dangerous lifestyle is not just a fictional narrative, but something that real people experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens
I feel my blood rushing and my adrenaline pumping, making me feel as if I hear sirens in the distance
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Smoking marijuana has made me paranoid and I can hear my heart beating fast
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
My friend Freddie is smoking weed and I am rolling cigars on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
We should rob this person because he has something that we cannot afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
It's just another day in Gary, Indiana and there are a few more dead bodies at the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
We beat him up and his crumbs of weed are now on the nice seats in the car
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
If people hate on us, they will end up with yellow crime scene tape and white sheets covering them
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
The guy we robbed won't stop talking, so I am going to use my gun to scare him
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
I have loaded my gun and each bullet has my name on it
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Life is difficult but I hope it treats me well even though I was inexperienced before
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
I hope I don't accidentally kill someone right before they die
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
My friend from 1984 had the same gun wound on his ribs that I have now
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
Freddie quickly got involved, as if he was picking up drugs with dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
I began in the drug game with small amounts of cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
I robbed someone who was not well-known
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
I now have a large diamond watch face, but I started with small diamonds
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
The detectives in my area now know my full name and identity
Gibbs, nigga
My name is Gibbs.
Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Written by: Otis Jackson, Fredrick Jamel Tipton
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@hussainhhhh5571
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens'
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
@kevinfinnerty8071
[Intro]
Blood gushing, I think I hear sirens
Uh, yo kill the motherfucker, kill him right, man (Scarface)
Do the shit point blank, nigga, yeah
Don't muh'fuckin freeze (that's how you do a murder right)
Uh, yeah (we gon' have a muh'fuckin murder 187, nigga)
[Verse]
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets that got my name on 'em still in the clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same rims that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no-name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
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Scarface
Freddie Gibbs & Madlib
On the first full-length song of Piñata with rapping from Gangsta Gibbs, he raps about his thuggish… read more »
SCARFACE LYRICS
[Produced by Madlib]
[Intro]
Blood gushing, I think I hear sirens
Uh, yo kill the motherfucker, kill him right, man (Scarface)
Do the shit point blank, nigga, yeah
Don't muh'fuckin freeze (that's how you do a murder right)
Uh, yeah (we gon' have a muh'fuckin murder 187, nigga)
[Verse]
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets that got my name on 'em still in the clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same rims that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no-name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
[Interlude]
Nothing wrong 'bout that motherfucking point blank murder, nigga
Muh'fuckin armed robbery, nigga, what you know about that?
Muh'fuckin strong arm shit, nigga, A100
Know what I'm saying, bitch?
Been there, done it, you know what I'm saying, goddammit?
Muh'fuckin ski mask, you know, what you know about that?
Muh'fuckin duct tape to a nigga face, nigga
You know what I'm saying? That's real shit
Muh'fuckin, putting hoes on the muh'fuckin ground, nigga
Whole families, nigga, kids, everything goddammit
Grandma, uncle, cousin, er'rybody on the goddamn floor, bitch
Uh, yeah, slime
[Outro]
And all the gangbusters and facts that show
The operation of our law enforcement officials
In their war against the underworld
Thinking about the swinging times and all
I'm gonna tell my children's children what life is all about
And hopefully they'll have just enough soul to figure it out
@maxsk3809
Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens'
Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
Freddie jumped up in it like fetch me in with the dime bags
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
Gibbs, nigga
@randyogbonna
if this album drop on the 90s it will be one of the best album that never be forgot
@sully9937
💯
@DonYoGi8331
Realshit...Freddie don't belong in this era
@davidphilipkarlsson
@@DonYoGi8331 he belong in the future
@DonYoGi8331
@@davidphilipkarlsson but could fit in in the 90s. People act like the 90s wasn't the era of the greats or sumn.
@Gilman93
if Gibbs was around in the 90's and Madlib had these beats avaliable cocaine Piñata wouldn't exist because 2pac would have earned the right to use these beats over freddie, sorry
@El6Magico6Arlequin6
madlib composed a hard-hitting, ear-hooking groove of a beat and freddie just murders the shit out of it.
@kenny7151
Jesus H. Christ Even Jesus fucking with it.
@elchiponr1
true dat
@michaelotis223
Thank you Jesus!