He took on the name Peanut Butter Wolf in the late-80s when he realized that, in an odd turn of events, a girlfriend’s youngest brother feared the “peanut butter wolf monster” more than death itself. Wolf and his more conventionally-named counterpart, Charizma, began recording in 1989 when the two were still teenagers. Within three years, the duo signed a contract with Hollywood Basic (Disney) alongside label mates Organized Konfusion and DJ Shadow. Charizma and Peanut Butter Wolf were riding high, touring Europe, receiving press in magazines such as Billboard and (a then newspaper format) Urb , hanging with radio legends Sway & King Tech on Wake Up Show and performing live shows with groups like House of Pain, Nas and The Pharcyde. Then, in December of 1993, Charizma tragically lost his life. Stunned, Wolf temporarily gave up on music.
After releasing the song "Just Like A Test" with Charizma for David Paul's Bomb Hip Hop Compilation early in 1994, Upstairs Records, a label known primarily for house music, approached Wolf to record an instrumental LP. Thus, the Peanut Butter Breaks was born; the record became the Wolf’s calling card, leading to meetings and collaborations with like-minded DJs like Q-bert, Cut Chemist and Rob Swift.
After the release of Peanut Butter Breaks, PB Wolf found himself in demand as a producer. His track for the all-scratching compilation Return of the DJ was labeled “incredible” by The Source magazine. He released a 6 song compilation for South Paw Records in 1995, featuring collaborations with up and coming San Jose MCs. He also produced Kool Keith's first single as a solo artist "Wanna Be A Star." These releases, amongst others, led to a picture disc EP for British label 2 Kool Records.
In 1996, Peanut Butter Wolf founded Stones Throw Records. Charizma’s posthumous "My World Premiere" was the single to launch the label. A few highlights in the beginning were the songs "Unassisted" by Rasco, Super Duck Breaks LP by DJ Babu, and hip hop 7” series.
Lately, PB Wolf has moved away from producing (save the odd remix or compilation track) to build the Stones Throw label and to travel as a DJ to Europe, Japan, Australia, Canada, and across the US. Through his willingness to experiment and provide Stones Throw’s artists with musical carte blanche, he has overseen the releases of Lootpack’s Soundpieces, Quasimoto’s The Unseen, Breakestra’s Live Mix, Yesterdays New Quintet’s Angles Without Edges, Madlib's Shades of Blue, and Jaylib's Champion Sound.
Run The Line
Peanut Butter Wolf Lyrics
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Verse 1:
Yo I tell you niggas what
I'm goin for heads
Lay you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports I bust bubbles on the double
Destroyin these fools who want to give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet women be lovin it
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it
Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doin my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, sayin that the West ain't it
Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit
Let me show you what I claim
I'm doin my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib
Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode
Verse 2:
Heaven forbid
I rip kids, get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload
Ready explode
On contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat
Who want to step to get a rep
Playin double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse
Hit your fellas off with bad news (tell 'em what?)
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes
Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late, had to blast off like 38's
Food for thought but don't be eatin of no dirty plates
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
Nigga, you soft and your rhymes need the toughin-up
No gun chatter on the platter cause it doesn't matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatter
You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on
I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics on
Goin deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And Time Waits For No Man label Stones Throw
The LP, in '97 you'll be seein me
Gradual shots to your nut got you seein three
I'm runnin rhymes while the clock is steady runnin time
Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines
Verse 3:
Comin in thirst
Brothers shouldn't say another word
Kickin your rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threat
Smash eject, cause already know what's comin next
So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be ridin dicks
Break out the axe because it's time that you get 86
Playin these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks
Keep it intact with screws
Roll with tight tools (tight crews)
And now you missin and your face is on tonight's news
So pay your dues
Don't nobody make it overnight
You heard the singleand you thought that it was overwrite
NO, cause I can do it to you every time
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines
In the song "Run The Line," Peanut Butter Wolf and Rasco showcase their lyrical skills with confident rap verses that touch on various topics, including West Coast pride, self-confidence, and the need for respect in the rap game. The song begins with a warning for others to stay out of their way as they plan to destroy their competition. They boast about their rhyming skills, claiming to have been doing it since 1986, and their ability to keep their lyrics clean without resorting to gun chatter. Rasco also emphasizes the importance of paying dues and not giving up easily in the pursuit of success. Overall, the song is a testament to the rappers' skills and their love for hip hop music.
Interestingly, "Run The Line" was released in 1997 as part of Peanut Butter Wolf's album "My Vinyl Weighs a Ton." Despite not having mainstream commercial success upon its release, the song was critically acclaimed and continues to be celebrated among hip hop enthusiasts. Furthermore, the song was sampled on various tracks, including Kid Cudi's "Is There Any Love?" and "Demon Host" by Timbre Timber.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo I tell you niggas what
Listen up everyone, I have something to say
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut
It's best for you to stay out of trouble and avoid confrontation
I'm goin for heads
I'm aiming for the top, looking to succeed
Lay you for dead
I'll defeat you soundly and without mercy
Foldin emcees like bedspread
I'm easily overcoming my competition
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
You haven't experienced this level of success since you were an infant
Destroyin these fools who want to give me trouble
I'm crushing those who oppose me
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it
People are trying to compete with me, but I'm pushing them away and staying ahead
Microphone's in control
I'm dominating the mic, in charge of the performance
Heaven forbid
God forbid
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload
I can handle multiple opponents easily
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
My companion and I are following our own path, we aren't worried about the mainstream
Hit your fellas off with bad news
I'm bringing negativity to your crew
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
I keep my work clean and top of the line
No gun chatter on the platter cause it doesn't matter
I don't need to boast about weapons, it's irrelevant to my talent
Goin deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
I'm really digging into my work, giving it my all
The LP, in '97 you'll be seein' me
Expect my album to drop in 1997
Gradual shots to your nut got you seein three
I'm delivering powerful lyrics that will leave you disoriented
Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines
Inferior rappers show up to try and compete with me
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threat
Show me some respect, I have a lot of talent
Already know what's comin next
I'm always thinking ahead and prepared
But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry
Don't be fooled by my competition, they're not the real deal
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks
I have the music that will create a powerful experience and clear up any misconceptions
So pay your dues, don't nobody make it overnight
You have to work hard and pay your dues to succeed, it doesn't happen overnight
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines
Peanut Butter Wolf and I are a strong team and we crush our work together
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@EyaoPantah
[Intro]
Last year about this time, the band went to San Francisco
We had a concert on a street called Wool Street
It was a most beautiful happening
The vibes were good the women were there, everybody was vibing
We'd now like to share this with you with a thing called
Run down the line
[Verse 1]
Yo I tell you niggas what (what?)
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut (cut)
I'm goin for heads
Lay you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports, I bust bubbles on the double
Destroyin these fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet, women be lovin it
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it
Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doin my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, saying that the West ain't it (what?)
Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit
Let me show you what I claim
I'm doin my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib
Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked wig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode
[Verse 2]
Heaven forbid
I rip kids, get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload
Ready explode
On contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat
Who wanna step to get a rep
Playin double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse
Hit your fellas off with bad news (tell 'em what?)
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes
Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late, had to blast off like 38's
Food for thought but don't be eatin of no dirty plates
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
Nigga, you soft and your rhymes need the toughin-up
No gun chatter on the platter cause it doesn't matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatter
You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on
I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics on
Goin deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And Time Waits For No Man label Stones Throw
The LP, in '97 you'll be seein me
Gradual shots to your nut got you seein three
I'm runnin rhymes while the clock is steady runnin time
Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines
[Verse 3]
Comin in thirds
Brothers shouldn't say another word
Kickin your rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threat
Smash eject, cause already know what's comin next
So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be ridin dicks
Break out the axe because it's time that you get 86
Playin these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks (fix 'em up)
Keep it intact with tight screws
Roll with tight tools (tight crews)
And now you missin and your face is on tonight's news
So pay your dues
Don't nobody make it over night
You heard the single and you thought that it was overwrite
NO, cause I can do it to you every time
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines
@superawesomeboy
I'll never get tired of this joint
@richiemadano3179
neva
@stuff4826
nah, this was old the minute it came out. you need to hear the remix, does rasco some justice. i couldnt find it but its the second song in this mix: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_inLpUwRoM
@wileyeyefloaty665
@stuff this is it G nuff said
@stuff4826
@WileyEye Floaty go see what im talking about
@rooted9287
For real man. This and Definition of Ill
@EyaoPantah
[Intro]
Last year about this time, the band went to San Francisco
We had a concert on a street called Wool Street
It was a most beautiful happening
The vibes were good the women were there, everybody was vibing
We'd now like to share this with you with a thing called
Run down the line
[Verse 1]
Yo I tell you niggas what (what?)
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut (cut)
I'm goin for heads
Lay you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports, I bust bubbles on the double
Destroyin these fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet, women be lovin it
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it
Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doin my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, saying that the West ain't it (what?)
Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit
Let me show you what I claim
I'm doin my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib
Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked wig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode
[Verse 2]
Heaven forbid
I rip kids, get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload
Ready explode
On contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat
Who wanna step to get a rep
Playin double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse
Hit your fellas off with bad news (tell 'em what?)
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes
Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
It's too late, had to blast off like 38's
Food for thought but don't be eatin of no dirty plates
I keep it clean and always on the uppernut
Nigga, you soft and your rhymes need the toughin-up
No gun chatter on the platter cause it doesn't matter
Me and the Wolf collaborate just to make it fatter
You better scatter like the roaches with the lights on
I tell these niggas don't you bother turn them mics on
Goin deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And Time Waits For No Man label Stones Throw
The LP, in '97 you'll be seein me
Gradual shots to your nut got you seein three
I'm runnin rhymes while the clock is steady runnin time
Crab emcees get in your block to start run in lines
[Verse 3]
Comin in thirds
Brothers shouldn't say another word
Kickin your rhymes but they was verses already heard
Give me respect, it be the Ras with the triple threat
Smash eject, cause already know what's comin next
So I predict that all these brothers goin' to be ridin dicks
Break out the axe because it's time that you get 86
Playin these scrubs in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry, all these brothers got your vision blurry
Ready to fix your cateracts with the fattest tracks (fix 'em up)
Keep it intact with tight screws
Roll with tight tools (tight crews)
And now you missin and your face is on tonight's news
So pay your dues
Don't nobody make it over night
You heard the single and you thought that it was overwrite
NO, cause I can do it to you every time
Me and Peanut Butter Wolf gotta run 'em lines
@sylvandoyle
One of the best tracks ever. Broke back and cracked rib
@nathaniellowry3861
“Who wanna step to get a rep, playin double jep” 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@MelloSav
Man, Rasco is supa cold. I can't believe I haven't listened to him sooner. I listen to almost everybody he's worked with lol