Masquerade
S.m.o.w.S. Lyrics
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Rappers whatever you call yourselves pack your bags and get outta town
'Cause I'ma strike down on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh, Refugees
One time, M.O.P. (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Now the world is in trouble, come on (oh, oh)
Yo, you're number one on the charts! (You're a masquerade!)
Paying for your Billboard slots! (You're a masquerade!)
Because the block knows hot! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
I'm on first so this ain't a rap verse it's more like a voodoo curse
So when you die kids'll throw rocks at your hearse
'Cause you lie too much you ain't got no gat at your arms reach
Just aimed it at your headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs
Hold up we just saw you on your BET, your MTV
Your public access channel talkin' bout 'I'm a thug!'
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even scared Hannibal
But when the blackout came, no lights for your candles
So welcome to the real world where a spade is a spade
And I'ma call it like I see it and ya'll livin in a masquerade
Even though Jacob iced you out with the baguette
Money with no respect, that makes you a suspect
So you can't ride through Brownsville
You wan't peace, you better call Churchill
If not feel Clef when he connects with M.O.P. family
And plays guitar at your eulogy
You wanna claim you run the blocks! (You're a masquerade!)
Givin' information to the cops! (You're a masquerade!)
How come you've never seen a rock! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Now you grimey little bastards line up, times up, I'm up
(They see it) William Danze'll show you how to get it crunk
(I'm still) plottin' with Fox (to death) I do it with Clef
(Forever) We're world mackin' thats to the death
Nigga blast (blast) blast royalty you dumpsters better get back
Before you get a setback and get clapped
That's it and that's that, clap!
(Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow! Blow!)
Now I'm gone nigga haul that
Take all that and fall back
I kick too much ass (kick ass) to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
Nigga Fame we clear the whole stage (uh)
You don't wanna ride with us niggas we got road rage!
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Sixteen bars of murder here murder baby this ain't a facade
Niggas pumping they fist like they punchin' at God
Over ten years rippin' emcees I bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young cuties
Got more bombs left you punk niggas
Reach to shake the Bumpy hand you got no arms left
You ain't a pimp nigga you ain't a mack
You keep bitches in the house all day I keep them on the track
Drinkin' coke cold wearin' long mink coats black
Hear them twelve inch stillettos tappin' through the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
You wanna make it like the fat naked bitches turnin' me off!
Now I'ma let my hoods out! (You're a masquerade!)
Unless you feedin' the dogs! (You're a masquerade!)
That's why we steal and we rob! (You're a masquerade!)
You're livin' in a, you're livin in a (masquerade!)
Miri Ben-Ari won't you take 'em to the Middle East
Uh uh uh (uh) uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah) yeah (uh) yeah (yeah) waiya!
The lyrics to S.m.o.w.S.'s song "Masquerade" are a scathing critique of the hip-hop industry and the fake personas that many rappers adopt. The song starts off with a call to all rappers to leave the town, as the artist promises to strike down on those who try to poison the neighborhood. The phrase "preacher's son is back" indicates a righteous anger and determination to expose the truth.
The first verse accuses rappers of being masquerades, pretending to be something they're not. The artist uses strong language and vivid imagery, suggesting that these rappers are liars and poseurs. They are called out for claiming to be tough and thuggish, but when faced with real challenges, they crumble. The line about Jacob icing them out with a baguette refers to rappers flaunting expensive jewelry without earning genuine respect.
The second verse continues to expose the fake nature of these rappers. They are accused of not actually running the streets, but instead collaborating with the authorities. Their lack of street credibility is highlighted, and the artist even suggests that they should call Churchill (a reference to Winston Churchill, known for his strong leadership during World War II) if they want peace. The verse ends by mentioning playing guitar at their eulogy, implying that their downfall is inevitable.
The third verse features aggressive and confrontational language. The artist asserts their superiority, proclaiming their ability to bring intensity and energy to their craft. They dismiss other rappers as weak and watered down, emphasizing their own authenticity and street credibility. The mention of road rage suggests a readiness to confront anyone who challenges them.
The final verse combines the themes of authenticity and talent. The artist declares their brilliance, claiming to have been ripping apart other rappers for over a decade. They mock R&B singers and their alleged inappropriate behavior, asserting their own moral superiority. The verse concludes with a rejection of those trying to imitate their success, expressing a preference for remaining true to themselves and the underground scene.
Overall, "Masquerade" serves as a scathing critique of the inauthenticity and pretentiousness within the rap industry. It calls out those who hide behind fake personas and lack the genuine talent and credibility that true artists possess. The lyrics illustrate an artist's frustration with industry standards and their determination to expose and challenge the masquerade.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: Wyclef Jean, Farel Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Jerry Lordan, Jameal Grinnage, Eric Murray, James Campbell
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