Sound Off
Slaughterhouse Lyrics


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You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to voltron's
That boy crooked I is equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and joey, we a perfect fit
He like starting shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate
I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I promise
My style is stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a disappearance
Di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, ding

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform shows
What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go
Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now
Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
Don't want to go back to that block like when variation defends
Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate
All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never separate, we ain't married
Jab it every time I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devastate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath take before I regulate
(takes breath) okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
Cause line for line
What I design is mine and mine
My joint's divine, meaning right behind
And thank god it shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really king
I'm pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing niggas seen
You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on your property, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the jag
If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag
Shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck a rap group slaughterhouse a machine
Slaughterhouse, a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone.

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

My one goal's to astonish
Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the congress
They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
They still making threats on your highness
But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass
I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, fandango
Fans they know that what you a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight navy seal
Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronized you and your men should die
Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for life
Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!




I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

Overall Meaning

In "Sound Off," Slaughterhouse raps about their strength as a team and their dominance in the rap game. They use military language to emphasize their unity and power, describing themselves as an "outfit" and a "regime." Each member of the group is given a specific role, with Crooked I as the four-armed powerhouse, Joell Ortiz as the cannibalistic killer, Joe Budden as the pair of legs running things, and Royce da 5'9" as the general leading the charge.


The lyrics also touch on themes of violence and aggression, with the group daring anyone to come at them with a problem. They make it clear that they only associate with "gangstas" and "hustla niggas," disdaining those who prioritize popularity and fame over authenticity. Royce da 5'9" in particular raps about his own success and confidence, calling himself "the torso" and boasting about his raw flow and hunger.


Overall, "Sound Off" is an intense and powerful rap song about the strength of Slaughterhouse as a group and the individual talents of each member.


Line by Line Meaning

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
We have come together and formed a strong partnership


We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We respond to challenges with even greater force


We an outfit, equivalent to voltron's
We are a united and powerful force, like Voltron


That boy crooked I is equivalent to four arms
Crooked I is incredibly skilled and capable


Joell Ortiz is the body
Joell Ortiz is a vital and integral part of the group


The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joell Ortiz is metaphorically ruthless and devouring, overpowering his opponents


Joe Budden is the pair of legs
Joe Budden is an important and influential member, providing support and momentum


He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
Joe Budden and I are in charge and control the situation


I am the general, bow now
I am the leader, demanding respect and obedience


Fuck saluting!
We don't care about traditional displays of respect and authority


I don't really think y'all niggas get it
I don't believe you fully understand the power and skill of our group


Run up on your with an army it is
If you confront us, you will be facing a large and formidable force


On until it's done, finished
We won't stop until we have accomplished our goals


You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
If you have an issue with any member of our group


Then y'all niggas can come with it
Feel free to challenge us, if you dare


Me and joey, we a perfect fit
Joe Budden and I complement each other perfectly


He like starting shit, I like ending shit
Joe Budden is confrontational, while I am decisive and focused on concluding conflicts


I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
I refuse to back down or compromise in a conflict


It ain't intricate
It's not complicated or difficult to understand


I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
I will use violence against you


You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Even in death, you will experience the consequences of your actions


Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
If you provoke me, I will respond aggressively and with force


I don't make threats nigga I promise
I don't make empty threats, I follow through on my intentions


My style is stalin mixed with sick lyrics
My style is powerful and ruthless, combined with impactful and compelling lyrics


If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
If you listen to my music, it will uplift and inspire you


Turn your appearance into a disappearance
My music can have such a profound impact that it can make you vanish or transform


Di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, di, ding
This repeated sound signifies the end of a section or shift in focus


I fuck with nothing but gangstas
I only associate and align myself with tough and fearless individuals


Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
Everyone in my circle is hardworking and ready for action


I fuck with nothing but my clique
I only trust and support those in my close-knit group


Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
We only produce and deliver exceptional music, join us and make some noise


I put my money on my clique, hot shit
I invest my resources and bet on the success of my group, confident in our abilities


Coming out the barrel of my fifth
My music is powerful and impactful, like a gunshot from a firearm


I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
I have an authentic and unfiltered style, and I remain fiercely ambitious


Guess that's why I'm the torso
That's why I am the central and essential part of the group


I pour sweat when I perform shows
I give my all and exert myself physically during live performances


What I record goes down as the best, but the vets won't let that torch go
My recorded music is recognized as top-quality, but established artists are reluctant to pass on the torch


Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
You can hold onto the old ways, but new and brighter talents are emerging


And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now
There are even more powerful and aggressive individuals, and I am prepared to fight with them


Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
I constantly remind myself to stay concentrated and driven


Don't want to go back to that block like when variation defends
I don't want to return to my old lifestyle, where conflicts and disagreements were resolved aggressively


Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
I am motivated by hunger and ambition, and I don't associate with weak or fearful individuals


Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
I expect anyone who is not strong or capable to leave immediately, or face the consequences


I'm hungry like I never ate
I have a relentless drive and desire for success


Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm 'bout to get a plate
I am preparing to feast and enjoy the rewards of my hard work


All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
These naive and foolish individuals are underestimating the power and danger I possess


Means we never separate, we ain't married
Our group is united and inseparable, but we don't have the same level of commitment as a marriage


Jab it every time I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
Each time I write and create music, I am establishing a new moment or opportunity


I'll devastate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
I will completely ruin and destroy your career, and I will prove it through my actions


Let me get a good breath take before I regulate (takes breath) okay
Let me pause and take a breath before I impose my authority and control


Bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
Goodbye to all of you, don't attempt to compete with me in the world of rap


Cause line for line
When it comes to lyrical skill and wordplay


What I design is mine and mine
The creative and artistic content I produce is unique and belongs to me


My joint's divine, meaning right behind
My music is exceptional and remarkable, always pushing the boundaries of greatness


And thank god it shines all the light in mine
I am grateful that my talent and success illuminate my life and career


So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
My success allows me to attract attractive women and enjoy a fruitful lifestyle


Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that
I am calling out to a woman, enticing her to come closer and experience my seductive charm


You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Other rappers are desperate for fame and will do foolish and desperate acts to achieve it


Buying too many size twenty skinny jeans
They are wasting their money on trendy fashion items that don't suit them


The west treat me like I'm really king
The west coast rap community shows me respect and treats me like royalty


I'm pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing niggas seen
I am seen as the fiercest and most skilled rapper, like Manny Pacquiao in the Philippines


You rappers dressing like you fittin to sing Billie Jean
Other rappers are dressing inappropriately, as if they are about to perform a pop song like 'Billie Jean'


I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene
I have to step in and interrupt their behavior, I don't care what they think


You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
They are all talk and no action, incapable of causing any harm


Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
In fact, I am in control and ready to execute my opponents


Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling
I disregard their flashy and fake displays of wealth and success


I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I will mark them for elimination and refer to it as a triple beam, a reference to a weapon's laser sight


I'll put your pad on your property, fag
I will invade their territory and claim it as my own, using derogatory language


Properly rob you and hop in the jag
I will steal from them and escape in a luxury car


If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body
If they interfere with my money-making, I will use my gun to harm them


You'll rock a colostomy bag
They will be injured and left with a colostomy bag to collect waste


Shot in the abs, moms will be sad
If they are shot in the abdomen, their mothers will grieve


Pops will be mad, doctor be glad
Their fathers will be angry, while doctors will be pleased with the business they bring


Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
They are disrupting the flow of money and causing the business to suffer


Clock running out and the outcome bad
Time is running out for them, and the result will be negative


Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
If anyone dares to challenge or disrespect my group


Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
They will be targeted and eliminated with precision, represented by the infrared beam of a weapon


Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
If they underestimate or ignore us, they will face deadly consequences even in their dreams


Fuck a rap group slaughterhouse a machine
We are not just a rap group, we are a powerful and efficient force


Slaughterhouse, a regime
We are a governing and dominant force in the rap industry


I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
I am armed and ready for any confrontation, if you understand


Everybody want to be down with the king
Everyone wants to associate and align themselves with me, the ruler of this domain


No, no, no, no, no fly zone.
I am declaring this area off-limits and under my control


My one goal's to astonish
My sole objective is to amaze and impress


Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the congress
Notify the highest levels of government about my talent and impact


They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest
I may come across as conceited and proud, but I always speak the truth


I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
I warn them to avoid involving themselves with successful individuals like me


They still making threats on your highness
They continue to make empty threats towards me, the king


But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass
I reveal my true location, but they choose to ignore or dismiss it


I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, fandango
I consider your friends to be easily manipulated and unreliable, and I am not interested in playing along


Fans they know that what you a soldier to a general
The fans understand and recognize the difference in power and authority between you and me


Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight navy seal
I carry a concealed weapon with me at all times, safely secured and ready for use


Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
I want to assure those who may feel threatened by my success that I have no ill will towards them


College kids like Asher Roth
I see younger and less experienced artists, like Asher Roth, trying to make their way in the industry


Y'all just trying to put food on the table
They are simply attempting to provide for themselves and their loved ones


While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
Meanwhile, I am aggressively competing and seizing opportunities for success


If it ain't for me
If it wasn't for my influence and impact


Most young dudes would be angrily
Many younger artists would be filled with resentment and frustration


But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
But they are eagerly and eagerly anticipating financial ruin


Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I question what delusion leads these individuals to believe they are on my level


I'm synchronized you and your men should die
I am in perfect harmony and coordination, while you and your crew should perish


Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
There are some skills and actions that are beyond your abilities and should not be attempted


Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
I have covert and undercover individuals who are ready to act on my behalf


Best bet is to attempt to fly
Your best option is to try to escape or flee


Shit's a game, you down, you in for life
This is a dangerous and life-altering situation, once you are involved, there is no turning back


Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize
I don't need to make generalizations about all of you, I know what I am dealing with


Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
You don't have the ability or skill to capture and express your experiences with the written word


So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him
So when someone questions the meaning and motivation behind my lyrics, I provide a clear and confident explanation




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: DOMINICK WICKLIFFE, JOELL ORTIZ, JOSEPH ANTHONY BUDDEN, NICHOLAS M. WARWAR, RYAN D. MONTGOMERY

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Lyrics

You herbs we merged, we're an alliance
We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us?
We an outfit, equivalent to Voltron's
That boy Crooked I is equivalent to four arms
Joell Ortiz is the body
The cannibal slash killer, kill you then eat your body
Joe Budden is the pair of legs
He runs shit alongside I, the apparent head
I am the general, bow now
Fuck saluting!
I don't really think y'all niggas get it
Run up on your with a army it is
On until it's done, finished
You got a problem with any one of my slaughters
Then y'all niggas can come with it
Me and Joey, we a perfect fit
He like starting shit, I like ending shit
I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit
It ain't intricate
I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass
You too could laugh, you gon' die smiling
Try wilding, I get hostile then I'm violent
I don't make threats nigga I promise
My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics
If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit
Turn your appearance into a disappearance
Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Di, Ding

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so
Guess that's why I'm the torso
I pour sweat when I perform shows
What I record goes down as the best, 
But the vets won't let that torch go
Y'all could keep it, they got flashlights now
And flamethrowers, and I got one on my back right now
Remain focused, that's what I tell myself now and then
Don't want to go back to that block like when Varejao defends
Uh-oh, my stomach growls again, I ain't none of you cowards friends
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives, forks and spoons, I'm bout to get a plate
All these sweet dummies looking me like a pepper steak
Means we never seperate, we ain't married
Jab it everytime I touch a pen, I sort of set a date
I'll devastate your career, look I'm a demonstrate
Let me get a good breath take before I regulate
(Takes Breath) Okay, bye bye you guys, don't try to rhyme
Cause line for line
What I design is mine and mine
My joint's divine, meaning right behind
And thank God it shines all the light in mine
So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind
Come here girl, toma, toma, take that, take that

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things
Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans
The west treat me like I'm really king
I'm Pacquiao in the Phillipines, illest thing niggas seen
You rappers dressing like you fitting to sing Billie Jean
I got to intervene, fuck you I'm a intervene
You loud talking, wouldn't kill a thing
Matter of fact, where's your head nigga? I got the guillotine
Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling
I give you three red dots and I call it a triple beam
I'll put your pad on your property, fag
Properly rob you and hop in the Jag
If you stopping the profit, the glock will be popping your body
You'll rock a colostomy bag
Shot in the abs, moms will be sad
Pops will be mad, doctor be glad
Possibly be stopping the plasma dropping
Clock running out and the outcome bad
Any one of you niggas fuck with my team
Pretty ass thing with the infrared beam
Sleep on that and get killed while you dream
Fuck a rap group Slaughterhouse a machine
Slaughterhouse, a regime
I'm gooned up if you know what I mean
Everybody want to be down with the king
No, no, no, no, no fly zone.

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth

My one goal's to astonish
Tell the President, VP, (you could) notify the Congress
They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest
I tell them keep an accomplice away from the accomplished
They still making threats on your highness
But I tell them where I be, they just ignore the compass
I think all your mans' play dough, I don't buy that movie, Fandango
Fans they know that what? You a soldier to a general
Baby steel, got it in a bag, airtight Navy SEAL
Tell them little dudes I ain't mad at y'all
College kids like Asher Roth
Y'all just trying to put food on the table
While I'm a just come and try to snatch it off
If it ain't for me
Most young dudes would be angrily
But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy
Wonder what makes little motherfuckers think they the same as me
I'm synchronised you and your men should die
Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try
Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise
Best bet is to attempt to fly
Shit's a game, you down, you in for life
Fuck y'all, I ain't got to generalize
Y'all enabled to write what the pen describes
So when he asked what I meant and why, I tell him

I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I fuck with nothing but gangstas
Nothing but hustla niggas, sound off, sound off... HUT!
I put my money on my clique, hot shit
Coming out the barrel of my fifth



All comments from YouTube:

Wade Canton

10 years later and this still KNOCKS. This is how you rap!

Darth Madara

This track is the hardest nicest shit alive. The beat alone is epic then they lyrically slaughter it n make it legendary. When I listen to this shit is five times in a row each time.

David Martin

U aint lying lol

Zenix Saxzon

How did this NOT blow. Who here from Em's interview? BUY THIS. Get the unreleased album out NOW!

Bezalel the Creative

This album DID blow up. Hiphop sites went crazy about it and aligned them as a new wave of Wutang with stellar lineup of lyricists. People even went wild when they appeared as cameo behind Eminem on Drake’s Forever music video, which hinted their Shady records signing.

killuminatiTOS

I never bought it but did download it. Wrong timing i think

Asayah

@Arthuro King I been on this since 09 I'm not talking about this album. I'm talking about slaughterhouse period. I didn't see him pushing them on his platforms, he didn't even take them on tour with him shady Records did not push them like he should have they were the best lyrical group of all time

Arthuro King

Asayah Ben Israel  You don't know what you're talking about. This album was before Shady even signed them, Crooked I said himself that Em tried hard to push Slaughterhouse, but they came out during a transitional era in Hip Hop were people were not as interested in classic, lyrical rap. This was 2009-2012, when it was all about Drake and Future were blowing up. Don't blame Shady, if you weren't paying attention enough to find this shit years ago.

Asayah

They weren't promoted right I blame shady aftermath

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Mark

legendary album

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