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THE PEOPLE: WHO IS MUNEY JORDAN AKA SPACEGHOSTPURRP? WILL THIS HELP SAVE HIP HOP?
MJ23PURRP: ONCE APON A TIME THERE WAS THIS BOI NAMED MARKESE MONEY ROLLE HE GREW UP WITH THIS EAR HIS RIGHT WAS VERY ABSORBENT IT ABSORBED EVERY TYPE STYLISH GENRE OF MUSIC THAT HAD SWAG TO IT.HIS FAVORITE SHOW WAS SPACEGHOST COAST TO COAST HE WOULD WATCH SPACESGHOST WHILE CLEANING HIS JORDANS LISTENING TO PAC BIGGIE WUTANG 3 6 MAFIA AND JODECI AND OTHER ARTIST…HE SLEPT EVERY NIGHT WONDERING WHY THIS MUSIC KEPT EFFECTING HIM…SO THEN HE BECAME THIS VERSATILE PRODUCER/RAPPER WHO KNOWS WHAT IS MISSING IN TODAYS RAP HE WAS A BORN 90’S BABY BORN IN 91…SO THEN ONE DAY HE WAS WATCHING SPACE GHOST COAST TO COAST WITH HIS RETRO JORDANS LISTENING TO EVERY GENRE OF MUSIC WHILE INHALING THIS SMOKEY SCENT OF PURP IT WAS A DOMINATE AND MYSTIC FEELING WHILE INHALE THE BRAINS OF PROJECT PAT 3 6 MAFIA WU TANG CLAN BIGGIE PAC BONE THUGS N HARMONY DJ SCREW NWA KNAYE WEST PHARREL NAS COMMON SCARE FACE MICHALE JACKSON THE HOT BOYZ MASTER P NO LIMIT TRICK DADDY RAEGAE SOUL JAZZ RNB BARRY WHITE POETRY ERYKAH BADU DUB STEP AND MANY MORE FROM THE RARE 90S AND 80S AND 70S…ITS LIKE HE COULDNT FUNCTION ANY MORE HE WASNT IN HIS RIGHT STATE OF MIND HE RAN OUT OF HIS ROOM SCREAMING PANICKING LIKE SMOKEY OFF OF FRIDAY WHEN HE HAD ANGEL DUST…HIS MOM TOOK HIM TO HOSPITAL…HIS HEART RATE WAS DOWN TO 14 HE ALMOST DIED THAT NIGHT…HE WASNT THE SAME SINCE… HE CHANGED ALOT BUT THEN…4 YEARS LATER 2010…HE BECAME SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST A RAPPER HE BECAME A TRENDSETTER TO THE YOUTH BECAUSE THEY MINDS ARE WEAK…HE BECAME POSITIVE…MORE FUN TO BE AROUND…AND EVERYTIME HE HEAR ANY TYPE OF MUSIC HE REMEBERS THE SOUND AND MAKE IT ON HIS OWN…HIS THOUGHTS TURN INTO MUSIC…YOU SEE HIP HOP WAS THE BEGINNING OF RAP THEN YOU HAD POLITICAL THEN SOUL RAP RAP THEN GANGSTER RAP THEN CLUB RAP T NOW ITS JUST MAKE A HIT AND LEAVE RAP…BUT NOW THAT RAPS ALL TYPE OF OF ITS OWN GENRES ITS LIKE ROCK HEAVY METAL IS CRUNK CLASSIC ROCK IS HIP HOP SUCH ASS RAKIM AND SUCH…AND TODAYS ROCK IS THE ILLUMINATI RAP…AKA THE BULLSHIT…JUST KNOW THAT WHEN YOU THINK OF THIS KID THINK ABOUT EVERY SONG THAT MADE YOU FEEL GOOD THREW YOUR WHOLE LIFE…
GROWING UP : COMIN UP ON THE WESTSIDE OF MIAMI ON THE OTHA SIDE FRM THE BEACH THE HISTORIC SIDE IN THE UPTOWN PART OF MIAMI (MIAMI GRDNS) SHIT WAS CRAZY YO NIGGAZ FIGHTIN SERVIN WEED STARTIN LIL CLICKS N SCHOOL STABBIN TEACHERS SHIT WAS CRAZY ERDAY N SCHOOL N ELEMENTARY YO!! ITS LIKE I WAS SORROUNDED BY NEGATIVITY SO ALL I KNEW WAS BEIN BADD AND REBAILOUS…IF YOU CAME UP IN MIAMI YO YOU WOULD KNO THAT A NIGGA WAS GNE TRY YOU OR BULLY FOR NO REASON THATS WHY MY MENTALITY TURNED OUT SO NEGATIVE…I WANTED TO PLAY FOOTBALL N SHIT BUT NIGGAZ HATED ON ME AND WASNT REALLY MY PASSON SO I COULDNT REALLY FIT IN WIT DAT FOOTBALL CROWD BECAUSE IN MIAMI THATS WHAT IT WAS ALL ABOUT GOIN 2 DA NFL OR NBA…I TRIED BASKETBALL I WAS TOO SHORT AND PEOPLE TOOK ADVANTAGE OF A NIGGA SO I WAS TO SHORT TEMPERED TO KEEP TRYIN… AND I WAS 13 GOIN ON 14 ROUND THAT TIME…AND ROUND THAT TIME I DIDNT SEE KNO LITE I THOUGHT I WOULD BE LIKE EVERY OTHA NIGGA IN MY FAMILY FUCKED UP…BUT NOW IM 18 IMA BE 19 IN APRIL 1ST…YEA I KNO MY SHIT ON APRIL FOOLS DAY HAHA…BUT NOW WHILE IM STILL KEEPIN MY FAITH IN GOD I STILL THANK HIM FOR SHOWIN ME THAT EVERY BODY GOT A TALENT YO…I STARTED MAKIN BEATS WHEN I WAS 13 N SHIT AND ITS FUNNY CAUSE THE DUDE WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO MAKE BEATS WAS SITTIN IN HIS ROOM ONE DAY WITH HIS DOGZ N SHIT JUST VIBEN SMOKIN JOINTS WHILE I WAS MAKIN MY FIRST BEAT AND WHEN I WAS MAKIN DAT SHIT THEY WAS LIKE ” AY MAN LIL FOOL FUCKIN YOU UP ON YO ON SHIT BRA LOL HE GOT YOU DOG” AND AFTHER THAT I JUST HAD A EAR FOR THIS SHIT I LOVE THIS SHIT TODAY I HAVENT BEEN SLEEP YET FRM LASTNIE CAUSE IM ADDICTED I GOTTA KEEP GOIN & GOIN…KUZ LIKE I SAY REAL NIGGAZ DNT SLEEP WE GOTTA STAY UP AND GRIND KUZ WE GOTTA EAT…AND IMA KEEP MAKIN REAL MUSIC…YO ITS NOT JUST MY TIME ITS OUR TIME MYNIGGA FOR ALL DA 90s BABYS TO SHINE
Mystikal Maze
SpaceGhostPurrp Lyrics
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Cause if I ever did I'd be wifin' her up
My heart real black I don't trust a bitch
I hate this fuckin' world, y'all can suck my dick
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
But never use a nigga just to get too rich
I always try to smile but the world is fake
The world is a house with a yard full of snakes
All I got is the truth, and a couple of bars
All I need is a beat and the O to the E
Destroyin' competition cause this style is unique
My patience real short so just walk in my shoes
My mind fucked up mentally, too abused
Don't accuse me to be a nigga who hate
I always show love from city to state
So ride real slow as I murder the sound
The screamin' in the back represent Hell's grounds
These nigga's love to hate, see 'em eye'n me down
Progression is a blessin', you ain't slowin' me down
All I know is real shit, and I cannot lie
Me and my fuckin' goddess, rollin' side by side
Look me in my fuckin' eye, and feel my pain
As I shed blood tears, as they spell your name
Rest in peace, Jitt nigga, keep your motherfuckin' head up
It's a cold world, nigga, I know that everybody fed up
Rest in peace, Jitt nigga, keep your motherfuckin' head up
It's a cold world, nigga, I know that everybody fed up
I be the one for sure, you know just what it is
Recognition is the mission let me handle my biz
My peers hold it down for the planet of youth
Idolizin' all the women while I spit in the booth
The truth has been written when I sit in the Coup
As I spill every thrill on the waviest loops
I know just how it feel not to have any loot
Tired of the same clothes, tired of eatin' this soup
I be the B, L, A, C, right to the K
Power of the hour, like every day
What can I say? You better believe in what you see
Deception no reception just leave it to me
I gotta be, nobody else but myself
Gotta feed the whole fam' gotta gather my wealth
My shelf, is full of dollar bills and pills
If you got that connect, take me right to the mill's
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power
It's all about power, it's all about power, bitch
The lyrics to SpaceGhostPurrp's song Mystikal Maze speak to the struggles of a young black man in a world that he perceives as fake and full of snakes. He doesn't trust women and is focused on making money, but not at the expense of others. Despite his hardships, he shows love and remains dedicated to his craft, using his unique style to destroy the competition. The song is also a tribute to a friend who has passed away, and as he reflects on his pain and loss, he recognizes the coldness of the world around him.
The lyrics are a commentary on the struggles of urban life and the difficulty of navigating a world that doesn't always have your best interests at heart. SpaceGhostPurrp is speaking from his own experiences, which adds authenticity to the lyrics. He is unapologetically himself, and his honesty is refreshing in a world that often demands conformity.
The repetition of the phrase "it's all about power" throughout the song reinforces the idea that success is tied to power and the ability to control one's own destiny. This theme is common in hip-hop and speaks to the idea that the American dream is achieved through hard work and determination.
Line by Line Meaning
Just a young ass nigga not givin a fuck
I am a young person who does not care about anything
Cause if I ever did I'd be wifin' her up
If I ever cared about anything, I would commit myself to it
My heart real black I don't trust a bitch
I have a dark heart and I do not trust any woman
I hate this fuckin' world, y'all can suck my dick
I despise this world and everyone in it
If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense
Money is the only thing that matters
But never use a nigga just to get too rich
Do not try to use me to get rich
I always try to smile but the world is fake
I try to stay positive, but the world is false
The world is a house with a yard full of snakes
The world is full of deceitful people
I don't have money, I don't have cars
I do not have material possessions
All I got is the truth, and a couple of bars
The only thing I have is my honesty and my rap lyrics
All I need is a beat and the O to the E
All I need is a rhythm and the opportunity to show my unique style
Destroyin' competition cause this style is unique
I am better than my rivals because my style is special
My patience real short so just walk in my shoes
I have a short temper, so try to understand my perspective
My mind fucked up mentally, too abused
My brain is severely damaged due to past trauma
Don't accuse me to be a nigga who hate
Do not label me as a hate-filled person
I always show love from city to state
I have a lot of affection for people wherever I go
So ride real slow as I murder the sound
Listen closely as I impressively destroy the music
The screamin' in the back represent Hell's grounds
The background screams symbolize the horrors of the underworld
These nigga's love to hate, see 'em eye'n me down
My detractors enjoy disliking me and glower at me
Progression is a blessin', you ain't slowin' me down
Making progress is a gift, and nobody can stop me
All I know is real shit, and I cannot lie
I only speak the truth, and I cannot be dishonest
Me and my fuckin' goddess, rollin' side by side
My significant other and I ride together
Look me in my fuckin' eye, and feel my pain
Stare directly into my eyes and sense my agony
As I shed blood tears, as they spell your name
I cry tears of blood as I think about you
Rest in peace, Jitt nigga, keep your motherfuckin' head up
I hope that Jitt rests in peace and stays strong
It's a cold world, nigga, I know that everybody fed up
The world is cruel and everyone is tired
I be the one for sure, you know just what it is
I am definitely the one, and you understand
Recognition is the mission let me handle my biz
My goal is to be known, so let me take care of my business
My peers hold it down for the planet of youth
My friends take care of the next generation
Idolizin' all the women while I spit in the booth
I pay homage to women while I rap
The truth has been written when I sit in the Coup
I am very honest when I ride in my car
As I spill every thrill on the waviest loops
I share every exciting detail over great beats
I know just how it feel not to have any loot
I understand what it is like to be broke
Tired of the same clothes, tired of eatin' this soup
I am sick of wearing the same thing and eating the same food
I be the B, L, A, C, right to the K
I am Black to the fullest extent
Power of the hour, like every day
I am powerful all the time
What can I say? You better believe in what you see
I speak the truth, so trust what you perceive
Deception no reception just leave it to me
I do not accept any lies, so only come to me with honesty
I gotta be, nobody else but myself
I have to be true to myself and nobody else
Gotta feed the whole fam' gotta gather my wealth
I have to take care of my entire family and get rich
My shelf, is full of dollar bills and pills
My wealth is represented by cash and medications
If you got that connect, take me right to the mill's
If you have connections, introduce me to the source of wealth
It's all about power, it's all about power
Everything is all about having power
It's all about power, it's all about power, bitch
It is all about power, period
Contributed by Samuel L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.