The Campaign
Solomon Childs Lyrics
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Aiyo D, you know what
They don't really be comin' to Shaolin actin' like they want it
They don't really want it
(Chorus: Solomon Childs)
I'm 'bout the thug where ya checks at?
To ya sweet life, I'mma bring the stress back
Solomon Childs'll move on ya vest cats
(Solomon Childs)
Here comes the ride, reincarnated alumni
Ya whole time livin' a lie, Pillage once again
Correct direction, caught ya frontin' in the high post section
Face off ejection, lockin' it down, bitch runnin' ya town
Lyrics on when ya face millennium pace appeal wit masses
Stole off kids, talk to fast, Colombian gold and brasses
While you and ya mob at the club sippin' champagnes
We underground at the campaign, and body ya red when it rain
Nightmares stay in ya click like Dana Jame, this the man's dream
Cuban Link rugby, you couldn't catch wouldn't fuck wit me
Now I got the pull to plug me, so many playin' fly guy
All ya'll playin' the fly guy, King of New York runnin' this
(Chorus)
(Solomon Childs)
Lyrical bulldozer, whilin' like I'm supposed to
Supreme composer, wildcats sware to God, we went to Villanova, Colombian necktie
What up Fly Ty? You shall redeem, press ya butt twice, watch them scream
Get Superb like the Cream Team, eloheim, ear from ear
Dream Team, of the sound like Stetsasonic
Straight live, we found wit Kelly, it's b-bonics
Trench runners, T.M.F. and C-gunnaz
Universal master, to ya heard, B?
I'm next comin' to Flex, so now, ya better call me
My theory is razzle, ya'll can never harm me
I brozzle like Bob Marley, battery in ya back raps, Body Brighton, boulevard black
I'm comin' for real, the industry is soon kneel
I'm gettin' it done, ya'll, wit no rap deal
(Chorus 2X)
(Hook 4X: Solomon Childs)
Ya'll cats ain't crazy frontin'
Actin' ya'll ready to wet somethin, yeah
(Solomon Childs)
Liver than twin gem stars, behind bars
A clip of luxury cars, eyes redder than Mars
Starvin', a whole lot of New York walkin'
And stalkin', cats wit no actions, just a whole lotta talkin'
If it ain't blunts, it's cocktails, Valentine ails
You shoot 'em a rap tales, it's stale
Been doin' mine since river stakes and Sisqo wines
Blowin' holes responsible, for child support
Lyrics overload, what's all the New York's roads
Battin' a thousand like the Montreal Expos
I told you I wasn't playin' (stupid!), I told you about my world
(Chorus 2X)
(Outro: Solomon Childs)
Uh-huh, listen
I'mma tell ya'll one time, and one time only
This is my world, my life, my time
You heard? It's millennium shit
In Solomon Childs's song "The Campaign," he expresses his disdain for those who pretend to be tough in his neighborhood of Shaolin but are actually afraid to confront him. He raps about bringing stress back to people's sweet lives and moving on their vests to take what they have, including their jewels and investments. The song comes from the perspective of a tough guy who is tired of people pretending to be something they're not.
Childs raps about the reincarnated alumni coming back to get revenge on those who were living a lie. He calls out those who are fronting in the high post section and locking down their own towns. Childs uses his lyrics to make references to various things, like stealing from kids and Colombian gold and brasses. He, and his crew, are underground at the campaign, bodying reds when it rains. He asserts that he is the king of New York, running things his way with no rap deal necessary.
Line by Line Meaning
Aiyo D, you know what
Hey D, listen up
They don't really be comin' to Shaolin actin' like they want it
People don't actually come to Shaolin and act tough
They don't really want it
They don't really want to face me
I'm 'bout the thug where ya checks at?
I'm all about getting my money by any means necessary
To ya sweet life, I'mma bring the stress back
I'll make your life difficult if you try to mess with me
For them jewels and them things, plus invest that
I'm after your valuables and I'll come after your investments too
Solomon Childs'll move on ya vest cats
I'll attack those who wear bulletproof vests
Here comes the ride, reincarnated alumni
I'm back and better than ever
Ya whole time livin' a lie, Pillage once again
Your whole life is a lie and I'll take everything you have
Correct direction, caught ya frontin' in the high post section
I caught you pretending to be someone you're not
Face off ejection, lockin' it down, bitch runnin' ya town
I'll take over your territory and make you leave
Lyrics on when ya face millennium pace appeal wit masses
My rhymes are popular and appeal to a large audience
Stole off kids, talk to fast, Colombian gold and brasses
I steal from anyone and talk faster than most with my Colombian connections
While you and ya mob at the club sippin' champagnes
While you're partying, I'm working underground
We underground at the campaign, and body ya red when it rain
I'll take over your territory when it rains
Nightmares stay in ya click like Dana Jame, this the man's dream
You'll never forget what I've done to you
Cuban Link rugby, you couldn't catch wouldn't fuck wit me
You could never keep up with me
Now I got the pull to plug me, so many playin' fly guy
I have the power now and many try to act cool
All ya'll playin' the fly guy, King of New York runnin' this
I'm in charge of New York
Lyrical bulldozer, whilin' like I'm supposed to
I'm rapping aggressively like I'm meant to
Supreme composer, wildcats sware to God, we went to Villanova, Colombian necktie
I'm a skilled rapper and my crew is loyal and dangerous
What up Fly Ty? You shall redeem, press ya butt twice, watch them scream
I'll make you pay for your mistakes
Get Superb like the Cream Team, eloheim, ear from ear
I'm the best like the Wu-Tang Clan's Cream Team
Dream Team, of the sound like Stetsasonic
We're a great group of rappers like Stetsasonic
Straight live, we found wit Kelly, it's b-bonics
We're speaking in slang and we're cool like R. Kelly
Trench runners, T.M.F. and C-gunnaz
We're a tough group of guys
Universal master, to ya heard, B?
I'm a famous rapper, don't you know?
I'm next comin' to Flex, so now, ya better call me
I'm going to be on the radio show and you need to listen
My theory is razzle, ya'll can never harm me
My style is unique and no one can beat me
I brozzle like Bob Marley, battery in ya back raps, Body Brighton, boulevard black
I'm as smooth as Bob Marley, and I'll shock you like a battery
I'm comin' for real, the industry is soon kneel
I'm taking over the music industry
I'm gettin' it done, ya'll, wit no rap deal
I'm succeeding without a record contract
Liver than twin gem stars, behind bars
I'm full of life, even in jail
A clip of luxury cars, eyes redder than Mars
I have lots of fancy cars and intense eyes
Starvin', a whole lot of New York walkin'
I'm hungry and I'm walking around New York
And stalkin', cats wit no actions, just a whole lotta talkin'
I'm following around rappers who don't take action, just talk
If it ain't blunts, it's cocktails, Valentine ails
If I'm not smoking weed, I'm drinking cocktails or beer
You shoot 'em a rap tales, it's stale
Your rapping is boring
Been doin' mine since river stakes and Sisqo wines
I've been hustling for a long time, since selling drinks at a river
Blowin' holes responsible, for child support
I'm making a lot of money, and I have child support to pay
Lyrics overload, what's all the New York's roads
My rhymes are too much for New York City to handle
Battin' a thousand like the Montreal Expos
I'm doing really well, like a successful baseball team
I'mma tell ya'll one time, and one time only
I'm only going to say this once
This is my world, my life, my time
I'm in control of my own life and time
You heard? It's millennium shit
Listen up, this is something new and important
Contributed by Camilla A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
AF Twice
RIP The Legend, Lord Superb.
GWIII
#RIPLordSuperb đđŸ
Alex Consoli
No love for such a. Dope track. Sad facts
MeNtHO SON "The Goghst"
R.I.P(erb)!
William Thunda
Who made the beat?
Narinder Gill
Yeah 9th Wonder's Crenshaw Soul.
Travanova The star maker
Did u pay attention to that they got paper on me I got paper on me so it doesn't matter...
Rodney Weekes
9th wonder cant remember the name though