Voices
Skitz Kraven Lyrics


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Surrounded by these fucking voices
They don't ever stop
They keep making noises
Tryna tell me things
That I don't wanna hear
Focused on the end
I think it's getting near
My temper with a gun
Yeah that's all I fear
Keep talking that shit
And you gon see it clear
Pop a couple pills
And now I'm switching gears
Kill you just for fun
I'll treat you like a dear

Homie I suggest you change your tone
Your out of options
Voices in my head do not forgive
No they just pop shit
Labels will not sign me
They know Kraven way too toxic
Collecting body parts
I'm storing bodies into boxes (boxes)
Voices looking like a mosh pit (mosh pit)
Homie you ain't bout to pop shit (pop shit)
Lately I've been on my pac shit
Dealing with these voices
Homicide is all I hear

Three(3) am trippin
Tryna continue living
Voices keep me up
But I don't see no visions
When you dap me up
I'm sure you see me grinning
But little do you know
I'm out here really killing
Choppin and moppin
No photoshop I'm croppin
Tie your body up
And then we steady mobbin
Get you bloodied up
You'd think we live in Compton
My mind is really ill
No I ain't talking Hopsin
Layed up with a body
I ain't talking Stockton
Layup in Milwaukee
I ain't talkin Brogdon
I feel like Antetokounmpo
When I'm in Wisconsin
Kraven he's a fucking king
He's our only option
I got you people
I'm a fucking kill this shit
As long as my insanity
Doesn't kill me first
Is that a fucking Lyft
Or is that a fucking hurse
Is this a another gift
Or is it a fucking curse
Momma please help me
I can't fucking take this shit
Voices screaming at me
I can't fucking face this shit
Razor blade scars
I can't even fake this shit
Pumpkins that I carve
Razor blade to my wrist
I wanna fucking die
But I know I got shit to prove
I'm killing everyone around me
Ain't got shit to lose
Trick or treat
I'm eating pills like it's fucking candy




I'm speaking to the dead
So you can't understand me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Skitz Kraven's song "Voices" depict the rapper's struggle with mental illness and the voices in his head that torment him. He opens the song by stating that he is surrounded by these voices that never stop and that keep making noises. These voices try to tell him things that he does not want to hear, and he has become fixated on the end, believing that it is getting near.


Kraven then reveals that his temper and desire to harm others with a gun are his biggest fears. The voices in his head taunt him, and he feels compelled to pop pills to switch gears and make them stop. He admits that killing others has become a source of enjoyment, and he treats his victims like prey.


Kraven paints a graphic image of himself as a murderer, collecting body parts and storing them in boxes. He suggests that labels are wary of signing him because he is too toxic, but they cannot ignore his talent. Kraven acknowledges that he is struggling with his sanity but vows to keep going as long as he has something to prove. These lyrics are a poignant commentary on the stigma surrounding mental illness and the internal struggles that many people face without support.


Line by Line Meaning

Surrounded by these fucking voices
The artist is constantly hearing unwanted, negative messages from an internal source.


They don't ever stop
The artist cannot escape these internal voices and they persist even during moments of rest.


They keep making noises
The inner voices are persistent in their negative nature and it becomes impossible for the artist to ignore them.


Tryna tell me things
The voices are a source of information, but they are not helpful or supportive in nature.


That I don't wanna hear
The messages being transmitted by the inner voices are negative and the artist does not want to be subjected to them.


Focused on the end
The artist is constantly thinking about the end of their life and its implications.


I think it's getting near
The artist believes that they are getting closer to the end of their life.


My temper with a gun
The artist has a volatile relationship with firearms and it is a source of fear for them.


Yeah that's all I fear
Out of all the things that the artist fears, their own volatile behavior with firearms is their greatest fear.


Keep talking that shit
The artist is being harassed by an external source and they attempt to assert their power over this source.


And you gon see it clear
The artist is threatening violence against the person harassing them and they will show the person their strength.


Pop a couple pills
The artist is taking medication to cope with their inner turmoil.


And now I'm switching gears
The medication that the artist is taking is altering their mental state and bringing about a new perspective or level of aggression.


Kill you just for fun
The artist is engaging in violent behavior purely for entertainment, without any deeper motive.


I'll treat you like a dear
The artist is desensitized to violence and will treat a person they kill the same way they would handle an animal they hunted.


Homie I suggest you change your tone
The artist is warning their harasser to back off and change their behavior.


Your out of options
The artist believes that their harasser has no other recourse for behavior than to back down.


Voices in my head do not forgive
The inner voices are not forgiving or compassionate in nature, fueling the artist's negative mental state.


No they just pop shit
The voices in the artist's head are negative and critical, but do not offer anything helpful or constructive.


Labels will not sign me
Despite the artist's desire for fame, they will not be successful in pursuing a career in music on a larger scale.


They know Kraven way too toxic
The artist's negative lyrical themes and violent tendencies are not marketable on a larger scale, making them unattractive to record labels.


Collecting body parts
The artist describes their violent behavior in detail and revels in it.


I'm storing bodies into boxes (boxes)
The artist hoards the body parts of their victims as trophies, indicating their disturbed mental state.


Voices looking like a mosh pit (mosh pit)
The artist's inner messages are a chaotic, nonstop presence in their mind.


Homie you ain't bout to pop shit (pop shit)
The artist is warning others not to engage in confrontational behavior with them.


Lately I've been on my pac shit
The artist has been channeling the energy and message of the rapper Tupac Shakur in their recent work.


Dealing with these voices
The artist is constantly battling their negative inner messages.


Homicide is all I hear
The artist's mind is consumed by thoughts of murder and violence.


Three(3) am trippin
The artist is experiencing an episode in the middle of the night where their negative energy is at its peak.


Tryna continue living
Despite their negative inner demons, the artist is trying to maintain some sense of normalcy in their life.


Voices keep me up
The negative inner messages have the power to interfere with the artist's sleep and rest.


But I don't see no visions
The artist is not experiencing any kind of visual hallucinations alongside their negative inner messages.


When you dap me up
When someone greets the artist with a handshake.


I'm sure you see me grinning
The artist tries to maintain a cheerful demeanor in public, even when their inner world is negative and violent.


But little do you know
Despite outward appearances of happiness, the artist's mind is a dark and negative place.


I'm out here really killing
The artist is actively engaged in violent behavior.


Choppin and moppin
The artist is describing their post-murder behavior, which includes cleaning up and disposal of the body.


No photoshop I'm croppin
The artist is not fabricating any details in their description of a violent act.


Tie your body up
The artist describes in detail how they dispose of a dead body.


And then we steady mobbin
The artist has accomplices in their violent acts and describes the process of disposing of a body.


Get you bloodied up
The artist thrives on creating a gruesome crime scene for their victims.


You'd think we live in Compton
The artist's behavior is characteristic of a violent gang setting.


My mind is really ill
The artist acknowledges their own disturbed mental state.


No I ain't talking Hopsin
The artist is not referencing the rapper Hopsin, who is known for his dark and violent lyrics.


Layed up with a body
The artist describes their post-murder state of relaxation, which includes laying with the body.


I ain't talking Stockton
The artist is not referencing the rapper/comedian David Stockton.


Layup in Milwaukee
The artist is referencing the Milwaukee Bucks, a professional basketball team.


I ain't talkin Brogdon
The artist is not referencing Malcolm Brogdon, a former player for the Milwaukee Bucks.


I feel like Antetokounmpo
The artist feels powerful and dominant, like the Milwaukee Bucks star player Giannis Antetokounmpo.


When I'm in Wisconsin
The artist feels comfortable and at home in the state of Wisconsin, where the Milwaukee Bucks are located.


Kraven he's a fucking king
The artist has elevated their own status and refers to themselves as a king.


He's our only option
The artist considers themselves to be the only viable option for violent and aggressive music.


I got you people
The artist has a fanbase who supports them.


I'm a fucking kill this shit
The artist is confident in their abilities and promises to deliver strong content.


As long as my insanity
The artist acknowledges their own mental instability.


Doesn't kill me first
The artist recognizes that their own violent tendencies and disturbed mental state could be detrimental to their own well-being.


Is that a fucking Lyft
The artist is uncertain about what kind of vehicle is approaching.


Or is that a fucking hurse
The artist considers the possibility that the vehicle is a hearse, which would be symbolic of death.


Is this a another gift
The artist is confused about whether the vehicle pulling up is positive or negative in nature.


Or is it a fucking curse
The artist understands that their violent behavior has consequences and one day it could spell their downfall.


Momma please help me
The artist is calling out for their mother during a moment of distress.


I can't fucking take this shit
The artist is overwhelmed by the negative inner messages and their violent tendencies.


Voices screaming at me
The artist is experiencing extreme auditory hallucinations or negative inner messages.


I can't fucking face this shit
The artist is experiencing feelings of intense fear or depression due to their negative inner messages.


Razor blade scars
The artist has physical scars or marks from self-harm with a razor blade.


I can't even fake this shit
The artist's negative feelings and inner turmoil are too intense for them to disguise or suppress.


Pumpkins that I carve
The artist has an interest in violence and death, which manifests in their artistic pursuits.


Razor blade to my wrist
The artist engages in self-harm with a razor blade, likely due to their negative inner messages.


I wanna fucking die
The artist is experiencing feelings of intense despair and wishes to end their life.


But I know I got shit to prove
Despite feelings of intense negativity and despair, the artist feels that they have something to prove through their work.


I'm killing everyone around me
The artist's violent tendencies are a real threat to the people around them.


Ain't got shit to lose
The artist has little regard for their own safety or well-being, making them even more dangerous.


Trick or treat
The artist is making a reference to Halloween, a holiday associated with violence and horror themes.


I'm eating pills like it's fucking candy
The artist is abusing medication or drugs to cope with their negative inner messages.


I'm speaking to the dead
The artist feels a connection to the deceased and uses their violent tendencies to communicate with them.




Writer(s): evan d kijek

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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@devillexxgaming3921

Surrounded by these fucking voices
They don’t ever stop
They keep making noises
Tryna tell me things
That I don’t wanna hear
Focused on the end
I think it’s getting near
My temper with a gun
Yeah that’s all I fear
Keep talking that shit
And you gon see it clear
Pop a couple pills
And now I’m switching gears
Kill you just for fun
I’ll treat you like a dear

(Chorus)

Homie I suggest you change your tone
Your out of options
Voices in my head do not forgive
No they just pop shit
Labels will not sign me
They know Kraven way too toxic
Collecting body parts
I’m storing heads into boxes
Boxes
Voices looking like a mosh pit
Mosh pit
Homie you ain’t bout to pop shit
Pop shit
Lately I’ve been on my pac shit
Dealing with these voices
Homicide is all I hear

(Verse 2)

3am trippin
Tryna continue living
Voices keep me up
But I don’t see no visions
When you dap me up
I’m sure you see me grinning
But little do you know
I’m out here really killing
Choppin and moppin
No photoshop I’m croppin
Tie your body up
And then we steady mobbin
Get you bloodied up
You’d think we live in Compton
My mind is really ill
No I ain’t talking Hopsin
Layed up with a body
I ain’t talking Stockton
Layup in Milwaukee
I ain’t talkin Brogdon
I feel like Antetokounmpo
When I’m in Wisconsin
Kraven he’s a fucking king
He’s our only option
I got you people
I’m a fucking kill this shit
As long as my insanity
Doesn’t kill me first
Is that a fucking Lyft
Or is that a fucking hurse
Is this a another gift
Or is it a fucking curse
Momma please help me
I can’t fucking take this shit
Voices screaming at me
I can’t fucking face this shit
Razor blade scars
I can’t even fake this shit
Pumpkins that I carve
Razor blade to my wrist
I wanna fucking die
But I know I got shit to prove
I’m killing everyone around me
Ain’t got shit to lose
Trick or treat
I’m eating pills like it’s fucking candy
I’m speaking to the dead
So you can’t understand me



All comments from YouTube:

@tiairravaughn7711

Definitely a banger. Them voices make it difficult for sure. But hey I get through them the best way I can. I swear I relate to you so much. Thank you bro. You are the real MVP. Frfr

@taylorhall5106

I like to dance with bells to make them stop talking

@dudewhy2849

As someone who lives in Milwaukee, love the shout out Skitz. Wisconsin loves our boy!!!!

@tyrobb9357

I HEAR THESE VOICES🗣🤪

@TheVanillaMidget1

2023 still goes hard

@mistyshadows3348

this is and absolutely beautiful song. it really helps me when im down. sKitz you really are in inspiration for me. thank you for being real and helping so many people that feel like they are alone in the world realize they arnt alone. you are definitely a god when it comes to wording life. just know you are deeply appreciated on a personal note from myself. you give this girl from Wisconsin hope that I will one day make it big like you have. keep it killer my friend. you have a huge inspirational outlook on life. live like nothing else matter and be yourself. thank you sKitz for being you and delivering a beautiful message to the one who feel like they are outcasts for who and how they are. you are one amazingly beautiful soul. keep it up.

@dustincowart6409

Love your commenbt bro.... It helps me too I swear one day his fans are going to be an army....

@chrisrockwell6640

@@dustincowart6409 his music is therapeutical af to me….but rn it’s a 50/50 between a coping mechanism,or a push to follow through with what I wanna do.idk what to do.I know my girl needs me home but my sis needs to be avenged 😭👿I’m just……mentally stuck :/

@dustincowart7131

I couldn't agree with you more.... His music is like therapy for disenfranchised people

@MrVindoon

@@chrisrockwell6640 use the thoughts as a vessel for construction, because destruction only brings more destruction. It's a fine line to walk, but the outcome is a polar extreme

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