Reloaded
Statik Selektah Lyrics


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Okay, I'm reloaded!

Yes-yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Expect the unexpected, Brooklyn connected
Now, who's hot? Who's not?
Show off
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Selektah Statik, we're back at it
It's in the paper
The flav's about to drop

Royal Blue Steve Harvey suits with army boots, hop in the Audi
We outtie, Queens County, call on the hounds
100 stacks on my favorite horse
300 hundred dollars for a flavored favorite broth
Keep it hidden in the neighbor's dog

So what the fuck is good?
Big Fucking Body
Back where it all started
Statik Selektah
Keep fucking around with me, you weak motherfucking DJ's
You'll be nothing less
You can't eat nothing more, man
You'll be lucky if I let you do a block party in the Bronx
You ain't shit
Fuck outta here, man

Move forward and we shine year round
New money, new bills, same shit, new design
So all you label execs
Cut the check, you now tuned in to Statik Selekt
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Yeah, and it's live from Bushwick
Boom back rap, yep, back on that hood shit
Tone Touch, hold up, suckas get mushed quick
With all that fuckery, y'all can't fuck with me
Rolling still, overkill
Yeah, 50 emcees, y'all know the drill
Stay cooking up shit y'all supposed to feel




See I paved the way, then Statik saved the day
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Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Statik Selektah's "Reloaded" is a reminder that the DJ remains the catalyst of the rap and hip-hop scene. It is an affirmation of the highs and lows of the genre, and a testimony of the DJ's resilience; even after years of being in the industry, Statik Selektah remains in his prime, "reloaded" and ready for whatever move comes next. The song also features a throwback to the hood, with lyrics that reference and praise the rap group's Brooklyn roots. The line "Expect the unexpected, Brooklyn connected" serves as a nod to Brooklyn, a borough that has contributed massively to the rap and hip-hop scene, giving Statik Selektah inspiration and the drive to keep moving forward.


The song commences with confidence as the lyrics cover everything from clothes to money, and finally to the claim for supremacy in the industry. The mixture of confidence and throwback reminds the listeners of the greatness of rap and hip-hop, especially in the '90s and '00s eras. The line "You ain't shit/Fuck outta here, man" plays on the strong attitude of the song, smacking down the fake DJs who aren't competitive enough to make it to the top.


Line by Line Meaning

Okay, I'm reloaded!
I'm back and ready for action!


Yes-yes, y'all, and you don't stop
Listen up, everyone, and keep the energy high


Expect the unexpected, Brooklyn connected
Be ready for surprises - we're connected to Brooklyn


Now, who's hot? Who's not?
Who's popular and who's not in the music scene?


Show off
Flaunt your skills and talents


Extended Play
This is the name of our album


Selektah Statik, we're back at it
Statik Selektah and I are making music again


It's in the paper
Our music is being written about in newspapers


The flav's about to drop
Our new music is about to be released


Royal Blue Steve Harvey suits with army boots, hop in the Audi
We're dressed fancy and ready to ride in the car


We outtie, Queens County, call on the hounds
We're leaving Queens County and calling our friends


100 stacks on my favorite horse
I've bet $100,000 on my favorite horse


300 hundred dollars for a flavored favorite broth
I'm willing to pay a lot of money for my favorite soup


Keep it hidden in the neighbor's dog
I'm storing something valuable in my neighbor's dog for safekeeping


So what the fuck is good?
What's going on? What's the situation?


Big Fucking Body
A reference to a car, emphasizing its size


Back where it all started
Returning to where everything began


Keep fucking around with me, you weak motherfucking DJ's
If you mess with me, you'll regret it, DJs


You'll be nothing less
You'll be completely destroyed


You can't eat nothing more, man
You won't have anything else left


You'll be lucky if I let you do a block party in the Bronx
I might allow you to organize a small event if you're lucky


You ain't shit
You're nothing special or important


Fuck outta here, man
Get out of here and leave me alone


Move forward and we shine year round
Let's keep moving forward and succeeding all year long


New money, new bills, same shit, new design
We have new money and expenses, but the same old problems with a new twist


So all you label execs
Attention all record label executives


Cut the check, you now tuned in to Statik Selekt
Pay us what we're owed, because you're listening to our music


Yeah, and it's live from Bushwick
We're broadcasting live from Bushwick neighborhood in Brooklyn


Boom back rap, yep, back on that hood shit
We're rapping with an old-school hip-hop style that originated in the hood


Tone Touch, hold up, suckas get mushed quick
Hold on, I need to address something - those who try to mess with us will regret it


With all that fuckery, y'all can't fuck with me
With all the nonsense going on, no one can compete with me


Rolling still, overkill
We're still going and pushing ourselves too hard


Yeah, 50 emcees, y'all know the drill
We're not intimidated by having to face 50 other rappers


Stay cooking up shit y'all supposed to feel
We're making great music that everyone is supposed to enjoy


See I paved the way, then Statik saved the day
I led the path to success, and Statik helped us achieve it


Extended Play
This is the name of our album




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