Oldie
Odd Future Lyrics
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You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left Brizzle
Shouts out to Domyon, shouts out to Frankie Ocean
Shouts out to Syd the Dude, shouts out to L-Boy Awk
Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
In a bag and wrapping them in seran wrap bandages
So when he says "Catch up, nigga" it looks like an accident
Um, flowing like my pad is the maxiest
My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
It's the dark skinned nigga, kissing bitches in Canada
Then kicking all out like Mr. Lawrence did Pamela
Put her in the chamber all against her Wilt Chamberlain
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
Not a fucking Logic contradicting dick head
Flyer than an ostrich moshing in a tar pit
Semen scented cheetah printed tee
In that 'Preme five panel, I'll repeat it for the season
Previous items in the present
With the normal ass past like I cheated on my team
It's me (Tried to get that nigga, but, Golf Wang)
To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
But knowing you own your opponent is a defeating bonus
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Smiles of cowards in lead showers
Dead spouses in red blouses
Children who fled houses on Mustang horses and went jousting
I'm on my Robin Hood shit, robbin' in the hood
Whips, drugs, jewels, and your pet, I'm stealing your rings
Coke diamonds and your Vet, soldiers lace the fuckin' boot
And salute like the troop when you shoot you gon' poop
It's kill Hodgy, nigga, stay the fuck off my stoop
And out my Kool aid, Juice
Hodgy got the juice, I got the gin
Jasper got the Henny, my nigga we get it in
Wolf Gang party at the hotel
I call a ho, you call a ho, and all the hoes tell
You know Left Brain need a freak
I need a bitch to go down like a Nitty beat
Yup, uh, and her ass fat
Don't be surprised if I ask where the hash at
Nigga I'm tryin' to smoke, bitch get higher
Domo where that Flocka Flame? Talkin' 'bout a lighter
Still bang salute me or just shoot me
Cause if you don't salute me then my team will do the shooting
Yeah my nigga Ace will pull the black jack
The king Mike G is in the cut with the black mac
Livin' like the Mafia, bitch, don't get to slacking up
And if these haters actin' up, throw 'em in the aqueduct
Free my nigga Earl, yo, I don't really ask for much
But two bad bitches in front of me cunnilingus
What the fuck is caution?
Often I leave you flossin' and cause exes next to coffins
Lost in translation, the dreams you chase
Got you diving for the plates like you stealin' home base
That's great, I'm home alone dreamin' of two on ones
With Rihanna and Christina Milian, bring it on
And Travis is in the closet organizing and hangin' the tramp
Three lettermans that Ace has been making him
No strays while we catchin' matinees, huh?
I'm gettin' blazed thinking 'bout those days
I had the top off the GT3 like toupees
One finger in the air, all's fair when crime pays
My grand scheme of things is to be attached
To the game like bitches to their wedding rings
And you don't even need to look cause we gleam obscene
In the light, ride slow to my yellow diamond shining
Like the Batman logo over Gotham, rock LA to Harlem
If you say "get 'em Mike G" then I got 'em
One man squadron, nigga I'm a problem
From Briggs I got bars and plans to
Pimp these Polish bitches into pop stars
Humanity kills, we all suffer from insanity still
And if I said it then it is or it's gonna be real
OF 'til I OD and I probably will, uh
It's still Mr. Smoke-a-Lotta-Pot, get your baby mommy popped
With my other snobby bop, do I love her? Prolly not
Know your shit is not as hot as anything I fuckin' drop
Bitch I'm in the zone, stand alone, like Macaulay Cock
I've been runnin' blocks since a snotty tot
Big wheel was a big deal with the water Glock
Now I'm all grown, sing songs just to give 'em watts
Fire what I talk, but still cooler than the otter pop
Op Dom neck shit in your wish list
Mad sick shit, mad dick for your bitches
On some slick shit, your mistress on my hit list
And I'm lifted 'til I'm stiff out of this bitch
Odd in your motherfuckin' area
Blood clots give me five feet 'fore I bury ya
Suicide flow, let the big wave carry ya
Tyler got the mask like he held Jim Carey up
And fuck your team, ho nigga wassup
Wolf Gang so you know we not givin' no fucks
You know me dog, I'm a chill in the cut so I can
Cut it short, break it down, couple pounds, roll it up
Get me a Persian rug where the center looks like Galaga
Rent a super car for a day
Drive around with your friends, smoke a gram of that haze
Bro, easy on the ounce, that's a lot for a day
But just enough for a week, my nigga what can I say
I'm hi and I'm bye, wait I mean I'm straight
I'mma give you this wine, the runner just brought the grapes
My brother give it some time, Morris, and Day
Course you know the vibe's as fly as the rhymes
On the song, cut and you could sample the feel
Headphone bleed, make this shit sound real
Used to work the grill, fatburger and fries
Then I made a mil and them psychics was liars
Now, how many fuckin' crystal balls can I buy and own
Humble old me had to flex for the fogs
Down in Muscle Beach pumpin' iron and bone
Bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
Yeah, bumpin' oldies off my cellular phone
Goddammit, this rapping is stupid and it's hard
Gotta do it over and over and over again but here I go
Hey it's Jasper, not even a rapper
Only on this beat to make my racks grow faster
Got a TV show, so I guess I'm an actor
Pot head, half baked, lookin' like Chappelle
Rollin' up a blunt with that fire from hell
Still ignorant, still hit a bitch
Wolf Gang, nigga, so I still don't give a shit
Catch me in the back with Miley on my lap
Bong rips as I feel on that little bitch cat
Hah, nigga came through with a 9 bar real quick
Just for the bitches, little bit of money in my pocket
Fuck it, Wolf Gang
Yeah, fuck that, look, the contrast is a pair of lips
Swallowin' sarapin, settin' fires to sheriffs whips
(Whoosp, whoosp) fuckin' All-American terrorist
Crushin' rapper larynx to feed 'em a fuckin' carrot stick
And me? I just spent a year Ferrisin'
And lost a little sanity to show you what hysterics is
Spit to the lips meet the bottom of a barrel
So that sterile piss flow remind these niggas where embarrassed is
Narrow, tight line, might impair him since
I made it back to Fahrenheit, grimey get dinero type
Feral, fuckin' ill apparel, wearin' pack of parasites
Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise
La di da di, back in here to fuck the party up
Raidin' fridges, tippin' over vases with a tommy gun
Never dollars, poppa make it rain hockey pucks
And 60 day chips from fuckin' awesome anonymous
Call him bloated 'til he show 'em that the flow deluxe
Off the wall loafers, Four Loko, and a cobra clutch
Vocals bold and rough, evoke a ho to pose as drum
And let me hit and beat it with a stick until the hole was numb
The culprit of the potent punch
Scoldin' hot as dunkin' scrotum in a Folgers cup, or Nevada
Drivin' drunk inside a stolen truck, shittin' like his colon bust
Belly full of chicken and a fifth of old petroleum
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
I'm roamin' through the forest and spittin' cold as the porridge is
Stay gold 'til the case closed and the story end
Post mortem porkin' this rap shit and record it
To escort it to the morgue again, lord of lips
Bored of this, forklift the tippy top, best under 40 list
Stormin' the gate, ensurin' the bass, scorchin' ladies
Motherfuckers sore in torso and face
Get at me with savages, have a pack of Apache
Indian pack of niggas who don't give a fuck if we nasty as flatulence
As a matter of fact, your swagger is tacky
So see me you can't like Crunchy Black catchin' a taxi
Back like lateral passin'
With that motherfuckin' gladiator manner of rappin'
As an addict I let percocets and xannies relax me
Fall back if your paddies is Maxi, please
OF, shit that's all I got
From my bigger brother Frankie to my little brother Tac
From that father figure Clancy to that skatey nigga Naks
Shredding down 'Fax, Wolf Gang run the fuckin' block
Storefront, knee tat
Book cover is the same lettering on lettermans and cotton socks
And grip tape, and my shoes
Um, I was 15 when I first drew that donut
5 years later, for our label yea we own it
I started an empire, I ain't even old enough
To drink a fuckin' beer, I'm tipsy off this soda pop
This is for the niggas in the suburbs
And the white kids with nigga friends who say the n-word
And the ones that got called weird, fag, bitch, nerd
Cause you was into jazz, kitty cats, and Steven Spielberg
They say we ain't actin' right
Always try to turn our fuckin' color into black and white
But they'll never change 'em, never understand 'em
Radical's my anthem, turn my fuckin' amps up
So instead of critiquing and bitching, being mad as fuck
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck
Bitches
OFM, bangin' on your FM
Gnaw, 2011, yeah, Golf Wang
The song "Oldie" by Odd Future (OFWGKTA) is a 10-minute freestyle rap by various group members, including Tyler, the Creator, Earl Sweatshirt, Hodgy Beats, and Mike G. The lyrics are a mix of witty one-liners, references to their own success, and assertive proclamations of their unique talents. Each rapper takes turns boasting about their abilities, playfully insulting each other, and acknowledging their collective success as a group. The song is a testament to the group's unique style and camaraderie, as well as their ability to spur on each other's creativity and push the boundaries of traditional rap songs. The lyrics are often absurd, vulgar, and jarring, but also showcase their creative wordplay and humor.
One interpretation of the lyrics is that they represent the group's rejection of traditional rap style and the mainstream music industry's expectations. Their carefree attitude towards vulgar language, absurd references, and unconventional rapping represents their desire to be different from the norm and push the boundaries of what hip hop can be. They celebrate their differences and their outsider status, while simultaneously asserting their place in the rap scene as equally deserving of attention and respect.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
Acknowledging and thanking all the contributors who worked on the album.
Big eared bandit is tossing all his manners
A person is discarding all polite behaviors and mannerisms.
My bitch white and black like she's been mimicking a panda
Describing a woman who is of mixed race and has both black and white features like a panda.
I never had a Reason, nigga I was just Ableton
A reference to music production software, stating that he never used Reason, but only used Ableton.
Semen scented cheetah printed tee
Describing a t-shirt with a cheetah print that smells like semen.
To have some type of knowledge that is one perception
A person has knowledge that is unique to them and their perception of the world.
I'm Zeus to a Kronos, cartilage cartridge is boneless
Comparing oneself to a Greek god, saying that they are more powerful than their father; referencing boneless cartilage in the body.
Still bang salute me or just shoot me
Either show respect by saluting or kill me with a gunshot.
From Briggs I got bars and plans to
A reference to Briggs (a suburb in California) and how he gained his rapping skills there.
Supernova, I'm rollin' over the novices
Referencing a supernova, saying that he is overpowering the weaker, inexperienced rappers.
This is for the niggas in the suburbs
Acknowledging white people who live in suburban areas and use the N-word to refer to their black friends.
Just admit, not only are we talented, we're rad as fuck
A demand for others to acknowledge their talent and coolness.
Lyrics Š BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Thebe Kgositsile, Travis Dontia Bennett, Davon Wilson, Dominique Marquis Cole, Michael Anthony Griffin, Tyler Gregory Okonma, Gerard II Long, Vyron Turner, Christopher Breaux
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jackblossom5276
0:00 taco's intro
0:24 tyler/ty dollas verse one
1:18 hodgy beats/hodgy daddies' verse
2:02 left brain/left brizzle's verse
2:56 mike g's verse
4:13 domo genesis/domyon's verse
5:15 frank ocean/frankie ocean's verse
6:00 BUMPIN OLDIES ON MY CELLULAR PHONE
6:25 jasper dolphin's verse
7:09 earl sweatshirt's verse
9:08 tyler/ty dollas verse two
10:08 rave
10:25 behind the camera
10:29 Please Have That By Tomorrow
the dude on tyler's hoodie is lucas vercetti, who wears a green hoodie in the video
@ZicoTops
Life was so simple and good back in 2012
@fckSashka
Big fax, I didn't appreciate it enough back then tho...
@zeldstorias120
ę§ tsuki mikoto ę§ itâs alright man no one did đ
@joshlynes5763
ę§ tsuki mikoto ę§ big facts man I listen back now and just vibe
@brley1590
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@13days13
Stop The cappp itâs just twitter retards. Actually the other day i mentioned about the edgy shit T used to rap about and they all like âwtf i didnât knowâ âi dont like him anymoreâ like how the fuck people donât know that shit ??? lmao
@acai28
you just had to be there when this dropped. happy 10 years to this legendary video
@who101lol
Fr
@jj_verona
oh hey, acai
@imGrover
Wtf Acai haha