Known for his collaborations with New Orleans group, $uicideboy$, and rappers, Rich Brian, Fat Nick, Shakewell, Ghostemane, Ramirez, KXLLSWXTCH and Robb Bank$. He has been influenced by a variety of horrorcore rap groups, including Three 6 Mafia and UGK, but primarily the Cleveland group, Bones Thugs-n-Harmony.
Beginning his career in 2012 with his debut mixtape, Fuck It, Pouya has since released multiple mixtapes and five commercial albums, the first of which, Underground Underdog which claimed the second spot atop on the iTunes Top Hip Hop Albums. Initially, his goal in rap music was to distance himself from traditional underground rappers and rap about his background of poverty but has since expanded his content to a much wider variety of topics. Some of Pouya’s more popular material include the $OUTH $IDE $UICIDE album, his collaboration with Rich Chigga and Ghostface Killah, “Dat Stick Remix”, and his own hit singles, “Get Buck”, "Suicidal Thoughts in the Back of the Caddilac", and "Void".
2) Pouya Jalili Pour, known as Pouya is an Iranian singer. He is most famous for his 2000 “Safar” (Journey) song. Pouya's songs has spread out among Iranians, Afghans and other Persian speaking people. Pouya performs Persian pop music and he currently lives in Los Angeles, California.
Great Influence
POUYA Lyrics
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'Cause sharing is caring and Karen is staring at me
I know she feeling embarrassed
Grab her by the neck, say "bitch, don't ever disrespect me"
Pop the Mac-11 if your soul is feeling empty
Not so much my enemies
But more so my fans I do envy
Yuh
My dick is feeling so flimsy
I can barely keep up with a B-cup
See, I ain't bring my A game, can you keep up?
Fuck what you heard
Piss on your dirt
Put in that work
Like private-school girls in the first grade
They county-born and raised out the 305
Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives
Win the battle lose your life
Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck
The same kids you hanging with, the same ones yellin' "stick 'em up"
I can resurrect you, I can pick you up
Out the mud put you on to some
Show you all the ropes
Show you how that money grow
I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know
What's best for you like I do
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
Your mama thinking you stupid because you bringing in F's
Giving her stress
And a couple knots in her chest
Nobody appreciates that you've been trying your best
I can show you how to give up and just hang from your neck
Your step-daddy looking for your respect
I say fuck that, dont give it to him
Fuck him and his rep, I know he getting on your nerves
Coming home drunk as fuck
Beating on you and your mama
I say, put one that in that llama and spit on him while he's sleeping
Put a needle in his veins so the police think he was tweaking
Tell your mama you was gone the whole weekend
Throw away the pistol, make sure nobody could reach it
Your life is better, ain't it?
Told you that you need me
I can show you how to be the man
I can show you how to make your body count expand
I can show you how to multiply
Your profits, your pockets, your hoes
Follow me and I promise
I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know
What's best for you like I do
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
The lyrics to Pouya's song "Great Influence" tell a story of a manipulative and dangerous individual who seeks to lead others down a destructive path. The song depicts this person as someone who is both alluring and intimidating, using a combination of charm and violence to maintain control over those around him.
Throughout the song, Pouya describes various scenarios in which this influential figure takes advantage of others, often using vulgar and disturbing language to emphasize his point. He describes "sharing Sharon at the Sheraton," suggesting that he is engaging in promiscuous behavior with someone who is not his partner. He then goes on to talk about grabbing a woman by the neck and threatening her, asserting his dominance over her to make her feel powerless.
The overall message of the song is one of caution, urging listeners to be wary of those who seek to manipulate and control them. The lyrics suggest that the influence of others can be powerful, and that individuals must be vigilant in protecting themselves from those who would seek to do them harm.
Line by Line Meaning
We sharing Sharon at the Sheraton
I'm sharing a prostitute named Sharon with my friends at the Sheraton hotel.
'Cause sharing is caring and Karen is staring at me
I believe in sharing, and Karen appears to be jealous of my attention.
I know she feeling embarrassed
I can tell that Karen is uncomfortable with the situation.
Grab her by the neck, say 'bitch, don't ever disrespect me'
I aggressively assert my dominance over Karen to prevent her from challenging me.
Pop the Mac-11 if your soul is feeling empty
If you feel lost or empty, I suggest using a gun to fill that void.
Not so much my enemies
I don't focus on my enemies as much as I do on my fans.
But more so my fans I do envy
I feel envious of my fans and their unwavering adoration.
These hoes starting a frenzy
These women are causing a commotion and arousing my interest.
My dick is feeling so flimsy
I'm struggling to maintain an erection.
I can barely keep up with a B-cup
I'm not sexually as potent as I'd like to be.
See, I ain't bring my A game, can you keep up?
I'm implying that my partner isn't able to keep up with my desired level of sexual performance.
Fuck what you heard
I don't care about rumors or hearsay.
Piss on your dirt
I'll disrespect you without hesitation.
Put in that work
I work hard and put in effort to achieve what I want.
Like private-school girls in the first grade
I'm willing to put in work like an overachieving young student.
They county-born and raised out the 305
I come from Miami-Dade County in Florida.
Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives
Miami is a dangerous place where sex workers have to fend for themselves with weapons.
Win the battle lose your life
In Miami, it's a constant battle between survival and danger.
Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck
I'm bragging about having sex with someone's wife in an old and dilapidated vehicle.
The same kids you hanging with, the same ones yellin' 'stick 'em up'
The friends you associate with may be the same people who rob you.
I can resurrect you, I can pick you up
I can help you get back on your feet.
Out the mud put you on to some
I can provide you with valuable information and connections.
Show you all the ropes
I'll teach you everything I know.
Show you how that money grow
I can teach you how to be financially successful.
I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can teach you how to have sex with your partner.
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
I'll teach you how to have unprotected sex and physically abuse your mother.
Let the children know it's lit
Make sure everyone knows how great things are.
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
Don't worry about finishing school, it probably wasn't that important to you anyway.
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know
Your parents aren't worth listening to, only trust me.
What's best for you like I do
I know what's best for you better than anyone else.
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
I don't care about your intelligence or academic performance.
Your mama thinking you stupid because you bringing in F's
Your mother believes you're unintelligent because of low grades.
Giving her stress
Your mother is feeling anxious and overwhelmed because of your poor academic performance.
And a couple knots in her chest
Your mother may be experiencing physical symptoms of stress.
Nobody appreciates that you've been trying your best
Even though you may have been trying your hardest, no one recognizes or values your efforts.
I can show you how to give up and just hang from your neck
I suggest you end your life by suicide.
Your step-daddy looking for your respect
Your stepfather wants you to respect him.
I say fuck that, dont give it to him
I advise you to not show him respect.
Fuck him and his rep, I know he getting on your nerves
Disrespect him and his reputation, I know he annoys you.
Coming home drunk as fuck
He comes home drunk often.
Beating on you and your mama
He physically assaults you and your mother.
I say, put one that in that llama and spit on him while he's sleeping
I suggest you shoot him and disrespect his corpse.
Put a needle in his veins so the police think he was tweaking
Administer a drug to make him appear like a drug user after his death.
Tell your mama you was gone the whole weekend
Lie to your mother and say you were gone for the entire weekend.
Throw away the pistol, make sure nobody could reach it
Get rid of the murder weapon and ensure it's not found.
Your life is better, ain't it?
You're better off now that he's gone.
Told you that you need me
I've proven that I can help you when no one else can.
I can show you how to be the man
I can teach you how to be a successful and powerful man.
I can show you how to make your body count expand
I can teach you how to increase your number of murder victims.
I can show you how to multiply
I can teach you how to multiply your wealth, power, and status.
Your profits, your pockets, your hoes
You can become rich, keep more money for yourself, and attract women.
Follow me and I promise
Trust in me and I will deliver on my promises.
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Kevin Pouya
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