Recording as Akshen, he began his career recording solo for Rap-A-Lot Records, a local label in Houston, Texas. In the late 1980s, he joined the Geto Boys as they were forming and released We Can't Be Stopped, a highly successful LP that garnered the Geto Boys a large fanbase, in spite of their ultra-violent lyrics keeping them far from radio and MTV. Akshen changed his name to Scarface (he even changed his flow from a rapid-fire Kool G Rap-like delivery to normal flow, this time with a darker tone), after the film Scarface, saying he felt that the main character of the movie was just like him in many ways. Scarface soon released his debut solo album, Mr. Scarface Is Back. The album was a success, and Scarface's popularity soon overshadowed the other Geto Boys.
Scarface left the group and released a series of solo albums that kept him in the public view in spite of decreasing sales. He turned this around with 2000's Last of a Dying Breed, which received overwhelmingly positive reviews and sales, and earned him Lyricist of the Year at the Source Awards. In 2002 he released The Fix, the critically acclaimed follow up to Last of a Dying Breed. In 2007 he released Made which overall recieved very positive reviews.
Discography
1991 - Mr. Scarface Is Back (Rap-A-Lot)
1993 - The World Is Yours (Rap-A-Lot/Priority)
1994 - The Diary (Rap-A-Lot/Noo Trybe)
1997 - The Untouchable (Rap-A-Lot/Virgin)
1998 - My Homies (Rap-A-Lot/Virgin)
2000 - The Last Of A Dying Breed (Rap-A-Lot/Virgin)
2002 - The Fix (Def Jam South)
2003 - Balls And My Word (Rap-A-Lot)
2006 - The Product: One Hunid (Koch)
2006 - My Homies Pt. 2 (Rap-A-Lot Records)
2007 - Made
2008 - Emeritus
The Corner
Scarface Lyrics
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Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain’t knowin' their goals
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, huh?
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still and
Gators and snakeskins and
Yellow and pink and profiles
Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right
Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right
Desires of street life, cars and weed types
It’s hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like
Game at its peak, we speak and believe hype
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right
It’s steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like
Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like
G's with three strikes, seeds that need light
Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife
The corner, where struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong ‘cause it’s hard to see right
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites
The corner
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, huh?
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
Power to the people
Black power
Black is beautiful
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers
As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists
The dirt isn’t just fertile, it’s people working and earning this
The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is
It’s so hot that niggas burn to live
The furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers
It’s so black packed with action that's affirmative
The corners
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, huh?
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our monument
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love
Down on the corner
Scarface's song "The Corner" paints a vivid picture of life on the streets of Chicago, particularly on the corners where memories are made. In the opening lines of the song, Scarface speaks about his personal experiences growing up on the streets where his uncles and other family members coped with the lows by indulging in vices such as smoking and snorting drugs. Scarface's depiction of life on the corner is not just limited to those that partake in vices, but also to those that are trying to survive by robbing and killing. Scarface hints at the desperation felt by many young men on the corners who have nowhere else to go and end up rolling in droves.
Despite the harsh realities of life on the corner, there is a sense of nostalgia that Scarface captures in his lyrics. He speaks of how the corner was once a place where time stood still and where gators, snakeskins, and sweet Nike's were desirable accessories. Scarface touches on how the corner was a place where desires of street life were fulfilled, and pride was taken in a hard day's work when the cash flowed. Even black church services and the war cries of tribals were happening on the different corners.
Line by Line Meaning
Memories on the corners with the fo's and the mo's
Thinking about the past spent with friends in the neighborhood
Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes
Going to buy flowers and speaking bluntly to women
Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose
Some family members smoke or snort drugs to handle stress
To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows
Drugs are used to help deal with difficult times and the cold weather
In their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls
Hiding their money in their socks and shoes
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'
The neighborhood can inspire hope or despair in people
With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves
People with nowhere to be hang out in groups
They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain’t knowin' their goals
People make mistakes because they lack direction
The streets ain’t safe cause they ain’t knowing the code
The streets are dangerous because people don't understand the rules
By the foes I was told, either focus or fold
Enemies advised me to either stay focused or give up
Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors
I have talented family members who I hope will find success
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
We can buy nice clothes and luxury cars
Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don’t roll
I drive an old car with broken windows
Down the roads where cars get broken and stole
Driving on dangerous streets where cars are often stolen
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
These experiences are shared by people from different Chicago neighborhoods
The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
The world can be cruel and the neighborhood is dangerous
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could make you understand
On the corners niggas rob or kill
People commit crimes on the streets
And dying just to make a living, huh?
Risking their lives to make ends meet
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
We have different understandings and opinions
The corner was our time when time stood still and
The neighborhood was a timeless place where we spent our youth
Gators and snakeskins and
Wearing expensive shoes and clothes
Yellow and pink and profiles
Different colors and fashion styles
Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right
Living in darkness, trying to survive and eat healthy
Riding no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes
Riding bikes with no seats, working jobs to pay for drugs
So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right
Working for money to buy nice shoes and look good
Desires of street life, cars and weed types
Dreaming of cars and smoking marijuana
It’s hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like
It's difficult to sleep at night and life is full of thievery
The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like
Dangers lurk on the streets and the police are oppressive
Game at its peak, we speak and believe hype
Living in the height of the game, buying into the hype
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right
Guns go off in the neighborhood, hats are worn in different styles
It’s steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like
Life is difficult in an environment where people act like followers
Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like
Aspiring to be successful rappers and basketball players
G's with three strikes, seeds that need light
People with criminal records and young people who need guidance
Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife
Working for money and dealing with struggles
The corner, where struggle and greed fight
The neighborhood is where people battle with poverty and selfishness
We write songs about wrong ‘cause it’s hard to see right
We make music about negative experiences because positivity is hard to find
Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light
Looking for a sign of hope in the sky
Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites
Real life can be harsh and unforgiving
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
The neighborhood was important to us culturally and politically
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Celebrating our culture with dance and music
Broke out on different corners
Happened in different parts of the neighborhood
Power to the people
The people deserve more control and influence
Black power
Black people should be proud and have political strength
Black is beautiful
Blackness is something to be celebrated and esteemed
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers
A mix of religious service, violence, and cultural diversity
As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists
Drug dealers with gold teeth selling drugs
The dirt isn’t just fertile, it’s people working and earning this
The soil of the neighborhood is not only good for growing, but it produces hard-working people
The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is
People who find ways to make money go where the opportunities are
It’s so hot that niggas burn to live
Life in the neighborhood is so intense that some people can't handle it
The furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live
The place where people make money is where the determined survive
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers
We boast and gamble and enjoy luxury beer
It’s so black packed with action that's affirmative
The neighborhood is full of activity and positivity
The corner
The neighborhood streets and its energy
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ABIODUN OYEWOLE, KANYE OMARI WEST, LEON MOORE, LONNIE RASHID LYNN, UMAR BIN HASSAN
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