Hip Hop Anthem
Prodigal a.k.a Turbulance Lyrics
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And buried
They were wrong
Hip Hop lives
Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
That's a second strike on your record, a mistake
We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
In "Hip Hop Anthem," Turbulance, also known as Prodigal, addresses the misconception that hip hop is dead. The song begins with the assertion that some believed the nightmare of hip hop was over, but they were mistaken. Turbulance emphatically states that hip hop lives on and there is no reason for anyone to criticize or challenge him when they haven't even listened to his mixtape or understood his artistry. He dismisses those who think they are better or can take his place as making a serious mistake.
Turbulance then delves into the power and impact of hip hop, describing it as a force that causes damage and addiction. He references the influence that underground hip hop has on mainstream artists, highlighting that even though they may not recognize it, they are taking inspiration from the depths of the genre. Turbulance expresses his frustration at those who have doubted him and his fellow hip hop artists, emphasizing that they have given the people what they want even before they knew they wanted it. He compares passing his mixtape to sharing a joint, spreading the love for hip hop.
The chorus reinforces his message that hip hop may have been shot and left for dead, but he is resurrecting it and taking control. He declares that hip hop is his to dominate and conquer.
Overall, "Hip Hop Anthem" is a declaration of the resilience and power of hip hop, aimed at those who underestimate its impact and try to diminish its significance.
Line by Line Meaning
They thought their nightmare was dead
They believed that the end of their worst situation was over
And buried
Completely forgotten and left behind
They were wrong
Their assumption was incorrect
Hip Hop lives
The genre of Hip Hop continues to thrive
Ain't no reason for you to be all up in my face
There is no justification for you to confront me aggressively
When you ain't heard a single song off of the mixtape
Because you haven't listened to any songs from the mixtape
Think you better and talking how you gon' take my place
You believe you're superior and expressing your intention to replace me
That's a second strike on your record, a mistake
Consider it as a second offense on your record, a clear error
Ain't no reason, your fall from freedom, you won't raise
There's no justification, you won't achieve liberation from your downfall
We gon' bleed em', in every season, it gon' stain
We will emotionally drain them, in every period, the impact will remain
Call it treason the way we leavin' full blown pain
Label it as betrayal, the way we depart with intense suffering
Ain't no cheatin' so start believin' and give thanks
No deception involved, so begin to believe and show gratitude
The damage is colossal, make the blood come through your nostrils
The harm is immense, causing blood to flow from your nostrils
From the most addictive substance, in a 94 oz. bottle
Referring to the highly addictive nature of an alcoholic beverage contained in a 94 ounce bottle
They will follow after every tape and every drop we wallow
They will avidly support us after every release, indulging in our music
In the depths of underground hip hop the shit they take influence from
Within the underground hip hop scene, they draw inspiration from the impactful music
Bitch are you doin sum?! Never thought so never once
Are you taking any action, bitch?! I never believed so, not even once
Have I saw the people jump, bob they head to whatchu bump
I have never witnessed people enthusiastically jumping and nodding their heads to your music
When we gave them what they want when they didn't know it yet
We provided them with what they desired even before they were aware of it
Pass the mixtape like a blunt then light up a cigarette
Sharing the mixtape with others in a casual manner, just like passing around a rolled-up marijuana cigarette and then proceeding to smoke a regular cigarette
I'm a dead man walkin', now I need a locksmith
I am metaphorically lifeless, in need of someone to unlock my potential
Locked out my house and the microphone ought-sit
I am excluded from my own house where the microphone should be waiting for me
Now I know the toxic response to rock with
Now I am aware of the harmful reaction that comes with embracing negativity
Blocked out my mouth, black bar 'cause I *bleep* this
My speech is censored, as if a black bar is covering it because I engage in explicit content
Let's get it poppin', lean back, Terror Squad
Let's initiate the action, relax and enjoy, just like the Terror Squad did with their famous song 'Lean Back'
Nah I'm not from the Bronx, biggest L like Lamont
No, I am not from the Bronx, but I still experience significant losses, similar to Lamont from 'Sanford and Son'
La-da-diddy-daw, not Snoop Doggy Dog
Expressing a playful sound, acknowledging that I am not Snoop Dogg
Nana-na not Nelly but I mosh with them all
Singing a rhythmic sound, clarifying that I am not Nelly, but I still engage in moshing with various artists
Givin' you the bronze, son, a call to action
Granting you the third-place honor, a call for active participation
Our conglomerate is toppin' this, don't compliment if talkin' shit
Our group is dominating this field, so don't compliment us insincerely while engaging in negative talk
Like Jigga to the God's Son, y'all just distractions
Similar to JAY-Z to Nas (God's Son), you all are merely distractions
But stay cautious, bitch, no consequence is greater than us arsonists
However, be wary, you insignificant person, because no consequence matches the destruction we, as arsonists, can cause
We'll burn this motherfucker down right now
We will completely destroy this situation immediately
ASAP as we mobbin' and unload another thousand
As soon as possible, while we move together as a group and release another thousand (likely referring to music or lyrics)
You ain't 50, you ain't poppin' and it's shockin' you inspect the dick
You are not comparable to 50 Cent, you are not popular, and it surprises you so much that you end up scrutinizing others
Call up Def Jam 'cause I'm fightin' for the city now
Contact Def Jam Recordings because I am now fighting for the reputation and success of the city
Hip hop is dead, I sh-sh-shot it
I metaphorically killed hip hop, I shot it
Got it full of lead and it's rot-rot-rotten
I filled it with bullets and it's decaying and deteriorating rapidly
Now I resurrect out the co-co-coffin
Now I revive myself from the metaphorical coffin
Make it my bitch, my whim, got it?
I will dominate and control it, fully aligning it with my desires, understood?
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Alex Baker, Kaleb Anderson, Tony Baker, Victor Baker
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