Qualifiers
Open Mike Eagle Lyrics


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I see the deepest greens
I hear the darkest blues
Might not be synesthesia
Might be apartment fumes
G-g-get up and dance
G-g-get up and dance
I w-w-wipe my son's ass
And get shit on my hands
He'd get in my car and be like
"Daddy play some Busdriver"
Why the fuck's it take two lines to do a one liner
And why's it take three beats to do a two-step
Sick days, I got two left
So I take five, Dave Brubeck
I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke
Mad at LOST and that black smoke
Fuck you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks
Fuck you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk
Let that soak in your rap quotes
And your head hurt, and your back broke
I'm half crack smoke and half black soap
I admit that it's an imperfect blend
Hold up it's my turn again
I'm playing thirteen games of Words With Friends
Lift your hands
Lift your head if your clothes are clean and your kids are fed
Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed
Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah

We're the best, mostly
Sometimes the freshest rhymers
We the tightest kinda
Respect my qualifiers
We're the best, mostly
Sometimes the freshest rhymers
We the tightest kinda
Respect my qualifiers

They say they're looking for me, but I don't wanna hear it
You can find me in the park district, volunteering
With my hair disheveled, and my sneakers scuffed
Or use your gps and get your celly features up
I went to Africa, they played me on the radio
And did I weird the people out, yeah, maybe so
Cause all they knew was jive
And all I do is vibe
And 'Bright Green Light' made the program director lose his mind
He said "What type of rap is that? Ain't no bitches, hoes"
And I ain't even being funny, homie didn't know
Shoulda said it's whimsical
Like Serengeti taught me
My thoughts are very lofty
Response time is very faulty
I'm far too young to lead
And way to old to die
I ain't played Call of Duty, smoke you in Golden Eye
RPG, roll the die
JPG Kobe Tai
PG 13 Cobra Kai
PPG Luc Robitaille

We're the best, mostly
Sometimes the freshest rhymers
We the tightest kinda
Respect my qualifiers
We're the best, mostly
Sometimes the freshest rhymers
We the tightest kinda
Respect my qualifiers

I didn't write the words you hear me singing
I didn't sing a line before this one
And you are not the one I was addressing
That person took a train to Africa
And simultaneous events don't happen
We are isolated temporally




And the part is never called the whole thing
Though it bothers us to know it so

Overall Meaning

In "Qualifiers," Open Mike Eagle expresses his perspectives on topics such as his family, music preferences, illness, and racial identity. He mentions seeing "the deepest greens" and hearing "the darkest blues," possibly suggesting that he has synesthesia, a condition where someone may hear colors or see sounds. However, he humorously notes that it might just be his exposure to "apartment fumes." The song moves on to him rapping about mundane tasks like wiping his son's ass and getting poop on his hands. He raps about his son asking for Busdriver's music and some observations about musical rhythms. He references his struggles with depression and difficulty in paying bills. He then delves into his racial identity and how he's perceived as a black man in his music career. Open Mike Eagle concludes by discussing the idea of how we are all isolated temporally, suggesting that we all live in our own individual worlds for better or worse.


Line by Line Meaning

I see the deepest greens
I am perceptive and can see things beyond the surface level.


I hear the darkest blues
I am exposed to the lowest energy or sad situations surrounding me, and I am capable of understanding the depth of the situation.


Might not be synesthesia
It could be that I am perceptive and imaginative but not necessarily having a perceptual phenomenon.


Might be apartment fumes
The smell or condition of my environment has influenced my perception.


G-g-get up and dance G-g-get up and dance
I am encouraging people to dance, despite their social inhibitions.


I w-w-wipe my son's ass And get shit on my hands
I am involved in the care of my child and encountered an unpleasant situation.


He'd get in my car and be like "Daddy play some Busdriver"
My child enjoys a particular artist and would request I play their music.


Why the fuck's it take two lines to do a one liner And why's it take three beats to do a two-step
I am contemplating on the oddity and intricacy of what often seems simple but has underlying complexity.


Sick days, I got two left So I take five, Dave Brubeck
I have a limited number of sick days at work so I am using them all or taking advantage of the situation. I enjoy listening to jazz musician Dave Brubeck's music.


I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke Mad at LOST and that black smoke
I have a humorous or cynical mindset which may not be profitable. I have feelings of frustration or dissatisfaction with the television show Lost.


Fuck you if you're a white man that assumes I speak for black folks Fuck you if you're a white man who thinks I can't speak for black folk
I am expressing my frustration at being judged or pigeonholed by people based on their assumptions about race and I am calling out this behavior.


Let that soak in your rap quotes And your head hurt, and your back broke
I am encouraging the listeners to take time to reflect on my message, which might be challenging to understand or accept.


I'm half crack smoke and half black soap I admit that it's an imperfect blend Hold up it's my turn again I'm playing thirteen games of Words With Friends
I have flaws in my character but am aware of them. I am just relaxing and playing a lot of Words With Friends.


Lift your hands Lift your head if your clothes are clean and your kids are fed Mine's potty trained, so when he pisses the bed Then he can tell I'm heated like infrared, yeah
I encourage people to feel grateful if they are doing well in life. I allude to the situation where my child son urinated in bed due to his potty-training and my frustration with the situation.


We're the best, mostly Sometimes the freshest rhymers We the tightest kinda Respect my qualifiers We're the best, mostly Sometimes the freshest rhymers We the tightest kinda Respect my qualifiers
I am self-assured in the quality of my music and am calling on others to recognize and acknowledge it.


They say they're looking for me, but I don't wanna hear it You can find me in the park district, volunteering With my hair disheveled, and my sneakers scuffed Or use your gps and get your celly features up
I do not care about industry recognition and prefer to volunteer for the local community instead. I am telling people where to find me and how to contact me.


I went to Africa, they played me on the radio And did I weird the people out, yeah, maybe so Cause all they knew was jive And all I do is vibe And 'Bright Green Light' made the program director lose his mind He said "What type of rap is that? Ain't no bitches, hoes" And I ain't even being funny, homie didn't know Shoulda said it's whimsical Like Serengeti taught me My thoughts are very lofty Response time is very faulty
I traveled to Africa and my music was received differently by the audience. I made music based on my flair, and unique expression didn't fit with their expectations or their notion of popular music. I reference my song 'Bright Green Light' and its accompanying issues. I mention my fellow rapper Serengeti, who taught me how to be playful in my music. I also note that I can be aloof and forgetful at times.


I'm far too young to lead And way to old to die I ain't played Call of Duty, smoke you in Golden Eye RPG, roll the die JPG Kobe Tai PG 13 Cobra Kai PPG Luc Robitaille
I am not a politician or a youth leader. I am too old to engage in risky activities like playing Call of Duty, but I can still play Golden Eye, and I make a vague reference to different types of online gaming, i.e., RPG. The next three lines are just a play on the homophones for different terms that sound like Luc's name.




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Written by: ANDREW GLENNON, MICHAEL W. EAGLE

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Alan Ranta

Open Mike Eagle is a shining example of socially positive hip-hop.

Shook

KRS-One enters the chat

NobyNobyBoy

Goddamn Open Mike Eagle's music is such a fucking gift. We are all blessed

Christopher Thomas

"Why the f*ck's it take two lines to do a one liner
And why's it take three beats to do a two-step
Sick days, I got two left
So I take five, Dave Brubeck
I make jazz jokes so I'm flat broke
Mad at LOST and that black smoke"  -  the freshest rhymer 

Christopher Thomas

@newuser1234567 This track.  http://youtu.be/OJvdydts5pM?t=31s

Joy Sprinkle

What song are these lyrics from?

Jacqueline A

I can't believe I never heard of this guy, these rhymes are like a darn LSD milkshake shot straight to your brain.

Iglooghost

PROTECT MIKE EAGLE

broadfjord

We protecc, he attacc❤️!

CXW Family

Please collab!

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