100
Ratking Lyrics


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These herbs take my verses for granted
Every verse deserves a purse with a grand and
A hearse with a handsome
I purchased a bandage for those that
Ain't heard of the damage

I bring I sing
Verses that merk off your manner
Think you po' like
Picked up by the police
TO-night
In booking
Shooken so tight
Tingling mingling with the coked type that's so white
Or the wild on canal so clothes tight

Old-type
Uncle Stu
Told me bout his whole life
How he used to hold knifes
Now I hold mics

Hard pill to swallow
Heard there's light at the end of the tunnel
Wasteman found it
Left it rot
He was chasing his troubles

Tim hit the puddle
Splash raps up in the huddle
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double? (x3)

Gold-fingered Sport
Tossed me the beat, told me to keep it a hundred
Risen the ranks
Tend to spit, speak, say what I want to
Go to my gun or
Cool hands of thunder succumb
Pulling me under
Into the jungle
Like it or lump it
Eat, it's one or the other

Cute kid
Tooth-ed
Lose it now I'm putrid
Truth is
Toothless
Zooted
Care who could give two shits
Usually used with
Used to be muted
Eh eh
It made me tight
Gave me a mic
Now I'm hype to use it

Music's just two cents
This flu I grew has left me too sick
Gonna take you
Through some of what we doing
Truth's you can't deduce it
Hustlers that do it
Never left if they know they need it
If you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it?

We keep it!

Hard pill to swallow
Heard there's light at the end of the tunnel
Wasteman found it
Left it rot
He was chasing his troubles

[Wiki]
Tim hit the puddle
Splash raps up in the huddle
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double? (x3)

Don't forget it
Bullshit
Of course, sweat it
Cuz we was force-fed it




Since we was all born in it
(X4)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Ratking's song "100" explore themes of struggle, perseverance, and the art of rap itself. The singer starts by lamenting how people take his verses for granted, claiming that each one deserves a significant reward. He also reflects on how old wounds never fully heal, as he provides an anecdote about his uncle who used to carry knives, and now he carries a microphone instead. In the second verse, the singer talks about how music is just like the flu he caught, something he can't shake off, and insists that hustlers never stop hustling even if they get what they were after. The chorus repeats the idea that the light at the end of the tunnel is sometimes just a myth, as the "wasteman" found it and left it to rot, chasing something else entirely.


The lyrics on their own may seem scattered and disconnected, but within the context of the song, they paint a picture of someone who has experienced many setbacks but is still determined to succeed as a rapper. The mentions of old wounds, the struggles of being poor and interacting with the police, and the resilience it takes to keep creating music even when you are sick all provide a snapshot of the life of a struggling artist. Through it all, the singer never loses sight of his goals and understands the importance of staying true to oneself no matter what.


Line by Line Meaning

These herbs take my verses for granted
My skills and talent are not appreciated by people.


Every verse deserves a purse with a grand and
Every song deserves recognition and money that is worth it.


A hearse with a handsome I purchased a bandage for those that Ain't heard of the damage
My songs have impact and can damage the listener who is not ready for it. I purchased a bandage to heal their wounds.


I bring I sing Verses that merk off your manner
I bring my talent and sing in a way that changes the listener's behavior.


Think you po' like Picked up by the police TO-night In booking Shooken so tight Tingling mingling with the coked type that's so white Or the wild on canal so clothes tight Old-type
Imagine being poor and picked up by the police tonight and going to jail. The experience is so intense that you are shaken and can feel the tingling sensations next to someone coked out or wild on Canal Street.


Uncle Stu Told me bout his whole life How he used to hold knifes Now I hold mics
My uncle talked about his life and how he used to fight with knives. Now I am a rapper and I hold a microphone instead of a knife.


Hard pill to swallow Heard there's light at the end of the tunnel Wasteman found it Left it rot He was chasing his troubles Tim hit the puddle Splash raps up in the huddle And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one-double? (x3)
Life can be tough, and some people find solace at the end of the tunnel. However, some people find it and leave it to rot. Tim faced a personal crisis and shared it with the group. People wonder how our group stays so strong and united.


Gold-fingered Sport Tossed me the beat, told me to keep it a hundred Risen the ranks Tend to spit, speak, say what I want to Go to my gun or Cool hands of thunder succumb Pulling me under Into the jungle Like it or lump it Eat, it's one or the other
I got a great beat from Gold-fingered Sport, who told me to be honest. As I progressed, I started to rap and say what I wanted to speak about. I either fight aggressively or take it easy, and both are challenging situations to handle.


Cute kid Tooth-ed Lose it now I'm putrid Truth is Toothless Zooted Care who could give two shits Usually used with Used to be muted Eh eh It made me tight Gave me a mic Now I'm hype to use it
I was a cute kid with teeth, but now I'm toothless and high. I used to not say much, but now that I have a microphone, I'm excited to use it to tell the truth.


Music's just two cents This flu I grew has left me too sick Gonna take you Through some of what we doing Truth's you can't deduce it Hustlers that do it Never left if they know they need it If you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it?
Music is not valued enough, and I've been sick with my passion for it. I want to share what I'm doing, but some truths can't be figured out. Hustlers stay committed because they know they can't leave it. If you make it, what percentage would you keep for yourself?


Don't forget it Bullshit Of course, sweat it Cuz we was force-fed it Since we was all born in it (X4)
Don't forget that we were all force-fed bullshit from the start, and we have to work hard to overcome it.




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theneedledrop

wow, this is their best song so far!

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absolutely......filthy.

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wiki still got one of the freshest, original flows i've heard in the 21st century. and he still will be slept on. no compromise

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ganju_san

Cannot believe this dropped on my last day of high-school & I only discovered it today, 9 years later

Roman

I bought the single on iTunes, y'all have my support. This music is dope as fuck

Ariel Pica

I saw them last night at some party in a apt in Bed Stuy. Needless to say their energy is awesome and tgey have the rawness and creativity that NY is supposed to produce outta it's artists.

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