Fight Club
O.P. Lyrics
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(Terror squad First family)
Ah (yeah, hahahah)
You see them diamonds gliserin off that three quarterla (hahaha)
Dat dem dere polyesther (uh, nigga)
Hahaha, ya heard me? (What the fuck, what the fuck, huh?)
(Terror squad First family)
Oh, oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)
Yeah, yeah uh
Yo it's that motherfuckin bronx nigga don shit
Run up in yo' mom's crib
Shipstacked biddomb shit gun up in the palm shit
Nobody moves, nobody get whacked with the contrict
Yo' shot at they concert, it's locked on the concrete
I'm stone cold, I mean I slap Then stomp
Then what's to stop my 40 glock from rumblin your calm streets?
I'm troubled when I on deep, loco enough for dolo
Blow holes through ya carseat and roll over ya rover
Fuck this role model shit I'm finna blow out ya wig
Bitch throw bottles to kid and get 'em thrown at ya crib
It's the return of the worst shit that ever happened
Reborn like what's crackin, we formed with raw plastic
Blastin off ya doors with an awful passion
Forcin the walls to crash in
You see them kids, I'll make 'em all bastards
Joey crack keep it gully
Known to clap keep a fully
Automatic mack whodie on my lap doin thirty
Drivin through the heights tryna find these cats that did me dirty
Shot me on the ave, Now I gotta blast until them pearlies
We the realest niggaz ever touch the mic (blah)
And we love to fight (blah)
You heard my niggaz (ante up) give up the fuckin knife
We gonna break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl)
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
Yo who that huskyass nigga with the flow so dumb
Comin up outta brooklyn lookin like mighty joe young
(Face down) know we real got this motherfucker
Crackin and buzzin with my latin cousin joey grills
(We international) 151 proof
Letcha cold run loose, I give 'em a sunroof
For cottonass pretty boy talkin bout drama
With that nastyass coogi suit, lookin like pajamas
(Somebody gon' get hurt today) so be it
We the first (first) fam (family) you see it
Put some trouble in ya voice homeboy, fore ya get whacked in
Calm (calm) down (down) get back
For you niggaz that want to trap me
I make families unhappy
I'm tied into the same shit as boy george and papi
(E'rybody know) everybody want to clap me
Tonight I'm with my spanish homie joey
So get at me with the ghetto issued 45, semiautomatic
I (spit) with intentions (to rip)
Putput pieces out yo' cabbage bitch
Trained on the hill, aim at niggaz faces
Push his hat back seven paces leave him standin still
Cobra ass nigga (huh?) You beg me to kill (yeah)
When I cock glocks and pop, you beg me to chill (chill)
(Y'all remember bill) why'all remember the motherfuckin deal
You will get yo' ass zipped up, how this feel nigga?
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
Oh motherfucker uhuh, why'all ain't seen nuttin yet
Got a call from the bronx best, bitch and I was right there
Duck tape, grip ply, havogee, turpentine
Two nickel nine, macdonald, cup of richie wine
Wish a motherfucker would, look and he shall find
Ten million ways to die
I'm the thickest of the fire
Ain't to many niggaz round with the rumble
With the rawest in the jungle, blicky bloaw bloaw
Bitch I break 'em down (down) with terror squad now
Ya pretty bad, clumsy mouth, sit down get up get out
Hottest thang they got in the south (petey pablo)
If ya don't know now ya know holla at 'em joe
Fight club fight club
Fight club fight club
Fight club fight club holla at 'em joe
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
We gonna
Break (break)
Mash (mash)
Brawl (brawl
Clash (clash)
Fight up in them clubs, got no love for yo' ass
Get yo' ass up nigga
Show me where you at
Get yo' ass up nigga
Open up his back
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh? (Hahaha)
First family, terror squad
In "Fight Club" by O.P., the lyrics depict a gritty and aggressive narrative, filled with street bravado and a sense of defiance. The song opens with a boastful tone, highlighting the luxurious lifestyle of the artist, represented by the glimmering diamonds on their clothing. The use of the phrase "polyesther" suggests a mixture of high-end and cheaper fabrics, symbolizing the blend of opulence and street authenticity.
The first verse delves into the artist's reputation as a dangerous and unpredictable figure. They describe themselves as a Bronx native, unafraid to enter someone's home with a gun and make demands. It is a warning to others that crossing this individual could result in violence. The lyrics also allude to the desire for revenge, emphasizing their willingness to harm others in order to maintain their dominance. The artist rejects the notion of being a role model and instead embraces their aggressive nature.
The chorus reinforces the theme of violence and aggression, urging listeners to "break, mash, brawl, clash" and provoke confrontation. The phrase "got no love for yo' ass" suggests a lack of empathy or compassion for their adversaries. The aggressive tone resonates throughout the song, highlighting a desire for power and dominance in various situations. The use of profanity and slang further enhances the rebellious and gritty atmosphere of the track.
The second verse features another artist, referred to as a "huskyass nigga," who also hails from Brooklyn. Their appearance is described as strong and intimidating, resembling the character Mighty Joe Young. The lyrics depict a reputation for causing trouble, with the individual named Joey Grills embodying this force. The verse highlights a sense of cultural pride, mentioning their Latin heritage, and the phrase "151 proof" implies that they are a strong and potent force not to be underestimated.
The final verse continues the theme of violence, addressing individuals who want to harm the artist. They mention being associated with notorious figures and demonstrate a willingness to protect themselves and retaliate. The lyrics imply that their enemies will face dire consequences, with threats of bodily harm delivered with cold confidence. The idea of "zipping up" one's assailant suggests inflicting fatal wounds, evoking a sense of ruthlessness and vendetta.
In summary, "Fight Club" by O.P. explores themes of aggression, violence, and dominance. The lyrics portray a narrative of individuals who are unafraid to confront and harm others in order to protect their reputation and maintain a position of power. The song embraces a rebellious and defiant attitude, rejecting societal norms and emphasizing a desire to fight back against perceived threats.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Moses Barratt Iii, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Lamont Dozier, Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland, Edward Holland, Edward, Jr. Holland, Jr., Ron Tewlow, Eric Murray, Jamal Grinnage, Joseph Cartagena, Moses Barrett, Rob Tewlow
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Pfff vaya temon xd....que buenos recuerdos...calidad maxima.
@svenvath2280
Este tema lo escuché por primera vez en un casette grabado de una fiesta que hizo Barrientos en Barbate
Que mitico
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Illoooo jajajajaja de verdad mortal !!!!! Gracias man!!!!!
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Temazo
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Un saludo
@fjcooklegend9258
joder, la verdad que llevó años sin entrar al soulseek. me acuerdo del canal de breakbeat antiguo.... jajajaaa que buenos ratos... junto con otro amigo de Málaga éramos de los que mas retro breaks, retro house y retro trance teníamos, además mi hermano coleccionaba sellos de techno, lo teníamos todo muy bien ordenados por sellos... igual me lo vuelvo a instalar y a compartir música. por cierto, este tema es de lo que siempre he pensado que era de los mejores de nu school y con diferencia... siempre era un boom cuando lo ponían.
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Que barbaridad!! Temazo