The Last Huzzah!
Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire Lyrics
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Know we had to do a remix right
Take that, take that
Drunk driving on a Wednesday
With three bitches in an MPV
Half a gallon of Georgie Porgie
And cranberry: that's the P.O.P
We mix them shits together and then we have an orgy
We live this life forever
We never gonna stop, you with us, lemme hear you scream
[Verse 1: Despot]
One vodka soda poured over 4-leaf clovers
He be the luckiest fuck this side of the rainbow you know of
He seen the blood and the guts and the gang signs get thrown up
He seen the fight and the fuss for that same pot of gold
But he hold the dice and he roll em and if he lose, it's a hold up
Plus got them sticks and them stones that'll bust them thin brittle bones up
Won't switch his pitch or his tone up for no one bitch, he a grown up
The kid is so "so what" they didn't think he would show up
Slow up, happy to be here, muster up three cheers
Hip-hip, who are you; hear, hear
Huzzah sis-boombah, cue the fanfare
Go fetch the man of the year, a goddamn chair
He's half there, ditched the other half willy-nilly
Buss how he hit the town, cocked back, slapping it silly
Don't beat him while he down off whatever his favorite swill be
I ain't a killa but don't kill me
Beer and whiskey shots, weirder than 50
Pac, Biggie, or Ricky Ross
I'm Jiggy, I'm Vicky Vasquez
Don't love the game, shot clocking above the game
Ballers and shotcallers be calling me Bob Costas
I'm Immortal Technique: I'm Obnoxious
Hella-people telling me to stop it
Probably be jealous cause we sell it at a profit
Keenan and Kellin' it and it's awesome
I'm Nas man, I'm God's Son, nah dunn, I'm on One
I'm dumb, I don't got guns dude
But let's battle and see who sons who
I'm reading Sun-Tzu, translating Don Killuminati into Spanish
Wrapping my body in bandages
Drunk driving on a Wednesday, all my friends be rapping
They always be writing, wake up tomorrow, like what happened
The verse done, and it's always aiite tho
Ayo, Michael Jackson is Monty Python (What?)
All of y'all pricks can suck my dick (Dick!)
I'm stupid as shit, but I'm bout to be rich (Rich!)
I'm at the Pizza Hut, I'm at the Taco Bell
The combination made my eyes bleed (See what I did I there?)
It's Herman, I'm swerving, the nervous MC
I'll rap on the track if my friends let me (Thank you friends!)
You guys aiite, but I ain't tryna have an orgy (Nothing personal!)
The Jameson, the ginger ale, occasionally the Georgi (Off it!)
The Popov, the Dubra, all of that shit (All of it!)
Proper and super, they falling back quick (Quick)
I got three shirts and they all look expensive (Two of 'em do!)
2000 Volkswagen mad old and dented
Skateboard P, Ashanti: foolish (Foolish!)
The worst rapper on this track, third coolest
Straight shots of Cuervo, blunts to the neck
Got a rat bitch that smoke blacks until the plastic melt
My legacy is shining like a diamond on a tanning bed
Climbing on you niggas, put the iron to your head
Instead, you niggas tryin' to get ahead
Like a stray bullet, you niggas misled
I'm about my bread, you ain't, you can roll
Try and stop that, get a bagel-sized hole
Cause it a' been nice, heat the house, use a stove
Took a cold bath to walk to school in the snow
Now I take it back, when these niggas was fronting
Now I got something, they ain't worried about nothing, nigga
Me and my niggas about to take the world over
Me and my niggas about to take the world over
Rolling out a onion, blunts Paul Bunyan
Onion booty bitch crying, deep throating something
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty
Three blocks to the target we lit it and lob it hard at Sentry
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me
Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it's fuckin London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumping
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces
El'll vent on you harder than Fukushima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up
I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I fucking own it
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Couple thousand views on Youtube a nigga still hungry
No food in my stomach and my pockets fucked up
Plus my mother still work so why should I give a fuck?
Fuck a blog, fuck a label, fuck a meeting, fuck an A&R
Fuck a co-sign, mothafucka fuck it all
Still lost as Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
Skull fuck her, smut, nuttin' try to catch her in the eye
Big belly still take my shirt off like Nelly
Rasta pasta for Footprints buy liquor out the deli and shit
My pops negligence done made me rebellious
Arrested Development the rest is irrelevant
Fuck a throne watch the project bench covered in pigeon shit
This for my nigga Los 'til we see him again
Stretch a nigga like a regular tee from the outlet
Hidin' my rhyme book from the grammaton clerics
Mishka bear, obnoxious as Roger Klotz
I plot as the clock tick tocks to make the world suck my cock
Validated in every wrong decision I ever did
My ex girlfriend thought I wouldn't ever be shit
Well looky here bitch my dick grew 6 inches since then
Will I make it out the projects? I guess it depends, huzzah, bitch!
"The Last Huzzah!, originally by Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire but here receiving remix treatment from a top crew of indie rap luminaries. While the original was a spiked and raw expression of street savvy New York rap, this version expands the track's spectrum considerably.
The verses are all lightning quick and delivered with a thesaurus' worth of inventive wordplay: Danny Brown introduces himself with bracing urgency ("I'm 'bout my bread, you ain't you can roll . . . Me and my niggas 'bout to take the world over"), Despot turns in an acrobatic rhyming display ("slow up, happy to be here, muster up three cheers / Hip-hip, who are you, hear, hear") while El-P goes especially dark, his spitfire delivery riddled with apocalyptic vision ("In the end when a dozen or so adjourn to reason / You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons"). The Huzzah overlaps and responds to a chorus of hellacious noise from producer/singer/sound manipulator Das Racist.
At the end of Mr. Muthafuckin' Exquire's verse on this track he states: "The Jameson, the ginger ale, occasionally the Georgi (Off it!)/The Popov, the Dubra, all of that shit (All of it!)/Proper and super, they falling back quick (Quick)/I got three shirts and they all look expensive (Two of 'em do!)/2000 Volkswagen mad old and dented/Skateboard P, Ashanti: foolish (Foolish!)/The worst rapper on this track, third coolest." this has been interpreted by some to mean that El-P (who appears on the song) is the worst rapper on the track, but not everyone agrees with this interpretation. In an interview with Complex, Despot suggested that he himself was actually the worst rapper on the track.
Das Racist member Kool A.D. had this to say about the track in an interview with Complex: "I think it's some of the best rapping and just like, the best people from around that time, rap music wise. And it's just like a really crazy thing that we just all happened to be on that track at the same time, talking about whatever the fuck we felt like talking about", while considering this song one of his favorite collaborations he's done.
El-P had previously collaborated with Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire in "The Message Pt. 1 & 2". Their chemistry led to eXquire reaching out to El and getting him on board on this track, along with the other artists who were reached through different channels.
Danny Brown's verse on this song is often cited as a standout, with many fans and critics praising his unique flow and bizarre lyrics.
Despite the song being released in 2011, it continued to gain steam and popularity, leading to it being included as a bonus track on the CD release of Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire's 2012 mixtape Kismet.
The song has been sampled in a number of other tracks, including "Nada" by Carmack, "Wolfpack" by Riff Raff, and "Gangsta Norah Jones" by Ceschi.
The song was remixed again in 2013, featuring verses from Action Bronson and Riff Raff, amongst others.
The song's title is a play on the traditional phrase "hoorah", which is often used as a battle cry.
The song features a wide range of musical samples, including the "Amen break" and elements of "Jesus Christ Superstar".
Despite receiving significant critical acclaim, the song did not chart on any major music charts in the US or internationally.
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@AgentCryptic
Straight shot[1] of Holy water to exorcise(exercise) my demons
Got'em out on a couple[2] legs, begs by bloody screamins
With the All Holy Trinity[3] I walk amongst infinity
Got a cadre(quatre)[4] of Archangels showerin' me in His Divinity
Got a fifth[5] of Anointing Oil that mark His Holy Royals
Seeing through the mixed lens of His sixth[6] sense
Burnin' incense to mark the Menorah[7] branch that toils
Ate[8] up the Holy Communion remember that Holy Union
At the Ninth[9] hour His might n power did devour Light
Too dark, the ten-t[10] of heaven tore, bore a mark of blight
Judas seeing that hell'll vent [11], went hellbent on death's reunion
They dwell of(12) Herod taking head of prophecy; Maker's cousin
He called Saul as Paul to make all apostle's, baker's dozen[13]
Diss and spit cause of His name, John 7:7[14] in the pulpit
This ain't tryin' to be flame, [15] minute fame shit
At [16] I knew I'd live eternal by His Throne. Sit
John 7:7 "The world cannot hate you, but it hates Me, because I testify that its works are evil."
(The menorah (/mΙΛnΙΛrΙ/; Hebrew: ΧΦ°Χ ΧΦΉΧ¨ΦΈΧββ [mΙnoΛΛΙΎaΛ]) is described in the Bible as the seven-lamp)
The Lord YHWH is the Maker of all Wisdom, and even His foolishness is wiser than the wisdom of man.
@graneadear
[Verse 5: El-P]
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty
Three blocks to the target we lit it and lob it hard at Sentry
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me
Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it's fuckin London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumping
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces
El'll vent on you harder than Fukushima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up
I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I fucking own it
@SlimeSeason4
El-P counted to 16 and here I am just sitting here like a fucking schmuck
@AgentCryptic
Straight shot[1] of Holy water to exorcise(exercise) my demons
Got'em out on a couple[2] legs, begs by bloody screamins
With the All Holy Trinity[3] I walk amongst infinity
Got a cadre(quatre)[4] of Archangels showerin' me in His Divinity
Got a fifth[5] of Anointing Oil that mark His Holy Royals
Seeing through the mixed lens of His sixth[6] sense
Burnin' incense to mark the Menorah[7] branch that toils
Ate[8] up the Holy Communion remember that Holy Union
At the Ninth[9] hour His might n power did devour Light
Too dark, the ten-t[10] of heaven tore, bore a mark of blight
Judas seeing that hell'll vent [11], went hellbent on death's reunion
They dwell of(12) Herod taking head of prophecy; Maker's cousin
He called Saul as Paul to make all apostle's, baker's dozen[13]
Diss and spit cause of His name, John 7:7[14] in the pulpit
This ain't tryin' to be flame, [15] minute fame shit
At [16] I knew I'd live eternal by His Throne. Sit
John 7:7 "The world cannot hate you, but it hates Me, because I testify that its works are evil."
(The menorah (/mΙΛnΙΛrΙ/; Hebrew: ΧΦ°Χ ΧΦΉΧ¨ΦΈΧββ [mΙnoΛΛΙΎaΛ]) is described in the Bible as the seven-lamp)
The Lord YHWH is the Maker of all Wisdom, and even His foolishness is wiser than the wisdom of man.
@graneadear
[Verse 5: El-P]
Straight shots of the sterno plus, wick stuck in the bottle empty
Three blocks to the target we lit it and lob it hard at Sentry
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me
Six o'clock we meet up and divvy the shells among the youngins
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it's fuckin London
Just before they ate up the funds our harmony love was bumping
Now government issue nines are pointed where your blood is pumping
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces
El'll vent on you harder than Fukushima breezes
In the end when a dozen or so ajourn to reason
You'll find the verdict return corrupted in murderous seasons
With inverted 31's and other unlucky omens
Thats why I chug 7 and 7's til I'm fucking homeless
And every time you think my fifteen minutes of fame are up
I'll spit another sixteen to prove to the world I fucking own it
@graneadear
your lyrics aren't even close
@renDerde
He came up with the lyrics himself.
@alirocksize
that was tight
@skylarhowes9322
OH MY GOD AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF CHECKING AND HOPING ITS FINALLY ON SPOTIFY
@sintyhos
Holy shit thanks for the notice I'd given up hope hahaha
@loz9324
yooooo i tried looking it up about 2 months ago. thanks!
@johnnytheophilus
time to get grimeyyyyy