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 Diary
Scarface Lyrics
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What, fade me how?
(Sheeit, on this rap shit)
Come on, nigga
I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at
'Cause I'm about to clean house
'Cause you niggas in the wrong
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
I ain't your average motherfucker
You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya
'Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga, and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your ass to the battleground
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no niggas 'cause niggas be human
I squeeze the trigger and niggas be moving
'Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (why?)
I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the nigga die
I gives a fuck about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil nigga Brad
James through here, seen Dave and, yo that nigga bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches 'cause the man will
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
'Cause I done had it up to here with all you niggas talking that bitch shit
So you better get your shit right
I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfucking fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting with your punk ass
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang 'cause I'm a strong nigga
Doubt my regard of the hard
With niggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your shit away
It's the return of the real niggas
I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas
I'll bust that ass on the fucking double
So push on with that ho shit, bitch, 'cause you don't want trouble
So get your ass up of my shoestrings
And let your shermed nigga do things
Hey, hey, hey where you fin to go, fool?
(I can't fuck with it, you got it, man)
Come on, man, you want to rap, nigga?
(I can't do it) Come on
You see, you see! That's how motherfucker is, dog
That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes
You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this
That's really doe
The lyrics of the Scarface song "The Diary" are filled with violent, aggressive language that is directed towards those who have wronged the singer in some way. Scarface talks about how he is going to use his weapon, an AK-47, to punish those who have crossed him. He also talks about how he has a team of people behind him who will back him up no matter what. Scarface says that he is a born killer, and that he will stop at nothing to get what he wants. He also admits to being prejudiced against certain people, but says that he will still kill them if he has to.
The song is intense and disturbing, with a focus on violence and aggression. Scarface's lyrics paint a picture of a man who is not afraid to use violence to get what he wants, and who has a team of people behind him who will back him up no matter what. The song is a reflection of the violent gang culture that was prevalent in much of the rap music of the 1990s.
Line by Line Meaning
I brought my chopper and my hard hat
I came prepared to fight with my gun and my protective helmet
The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at
Things are bad now, take me to the battlefield and let's fight
'Cause I'm about to clean house
I am going to get rid of all my enemies
Stick this A.K. up your ass and blow that fucker clean out
I will kill you with my A.K. gun
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
You failed and now I am ready to start the fight
You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya
If you cross the line, I will kill you
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
The sound of my gun firing will be like 'rat-a-tat-tat'
I squeeze the trigger and niggas be moving
When I shoot my gun, people run away
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches 'cause the man will
Don't make my brother Warren shoot you because he will do it
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
Don't come near me if you plan on causing trouble
I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfucking fist fight
I come from a place where people don't fight with their fists
It's all about the gun blast
The only thing that matters is the sound of a gun when it fires
It's the diary of a born killer
This is a record of someone who was born to kill
I'll bust that ass on the fucking double
I will beat you up very quickly
So get your ass up of my shoestrings
Don't hang around me anymore
You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this
Stop bothering me or there will be consequences
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brad Jordan, Joseph Johnson
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