metal is dead
Stuck Mojo Lyrics


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[Music: Ward, Lyrics: Ward / Nelson / Aborn]

You took a hostage with a loaded gun
And this has gone on for too long son
You're not an artist you're just a clown
You're the circus when you're in town
You've caused a state of confusion
Dumbed down the public and created an illusion
A magician you sawed your girl in half
You might have fooled the crowd
But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Now I can go on for days and days
I see right through like you were an x-ray
Cracked up
Smacked up
You better back up I'm about to act up
I'm jacked up

You've got the gun
And you're killing everything I love
You don't respect it
And what you are yeah I reject it
You're just a fashion show
And you shit on everything I know
And now I'm seeing red
Cause you pulled the trigger
And metal is dead

Don't need that four leaf clover
Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over
But there'll be more just like you
Always following, thieving and borrowing
Dying to find the formula
Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're just Count Chocula
Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
Cause I walk the walk
And your minute-made riffs
They ride the dick
Metal is dead!
Where in the hell are my microphone fiends
Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen
Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same
Can we please get variety back up in the game
Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
Little John or Ludacris or Young Weezy
Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy

[Spoken:]
They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness
With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh
Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead
Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell
A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight
And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing
Songs that are as empty as their words




As meaningless as their promises
And as dead as their souls

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Metal is Dead" by Stuck Mojo are an attack on the current state of the music industry. The song starts by referencing a hostage situation and compares the perpetrator to a clown at a circus. The lyrics speak to the idea that modern music has dumbed down the public and created an illusion. The artist has been able to fool the crowd, but the singer sees through the facade.


The song goes on to talk about how metal music has been killed by the rise of formulaic, unoriginal music. The lyrics comment on the lack of variety and originality in modern music, with everyone sounding the same. The singer longs for the days of real MCs who spit a hot sixteen, adding further commentary on the lack of lyrical talent in popular music.


This song is a call to action for music lovers to demand more from their artists and for artists to push themselves to be more innovative and genuine in their work. It also serves as a warning of the dangers of prioritizing money and fame over creativity and substance.


Line by Line Meaning

You took a hostage with a loaded gun
You're holding good music hostage with your harmful, repetitive sound


And this has gone on for too long son
Your music has been dominating for too long, it's time for a change


You're not an artist you're just a clown
You lack the creativity and talent required to be an actual artist, your music is merely entertainment


You're the circus when you're in town
Your music is like a circus act, flashy and hollow, lacking real substance and depth


You've caused a state of confusion
Your music has led to a state of confusion and lack of clarity in the world of metal


Dumbed down the public and created an illusion
Your music has reduced the intelligence and discernment of the public, creating a false perception of what metal should be


A magician you sawed your girl in half
You use gimmicks and stunts to distract from the fact that your music lacks real substance


You might have fooled the crowd
You may have deceived some people into thinking your music is good and original


But all I can do is ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
But in reality, your music is a joke and unworthy of serious recognition


Now I can go on for days and days
I have a lot more to say about how terrible your music is


I see right through like you were an x-ray
I understand your gimmicks and tricks, and I see that they don't measure up to real musical talent


Smacked up
You're high and delusional


You better back up I'm about to act up
You should retreat now, because I'm about to speak out against your music and expose your lack of musical depth


You're just a fashion show
Your music is only about image and trends, not actual musical talent and inspiration


And you shit on everything I know
Your music disrespects the history and legacy of metal, and everything I know about its real value and potential


And now I'm seeing red
I'm outraged and angry, as I witness the decline of metal due to your music and influence


Cause you pulled the trigger
Your music is responsible for the death of metal as a meaningful and inspiring genre


Don't need that four leaf clover
We don't need your lucky charm or gimmick to sell music, we need real talent and originality


Your fifteen minutes, Yeah it's over
Your time under the spotlight of fame and hype is over, and it's time for real musicians to shine


But there'll be more just like you
Unfortunately, there will always be more untalented and gimmicky musicians copying each other and degrading the quality of metal


Always following, thieving and borrowing
They will always imitate and plagiarize, never innovating or inspiring in their own right


Dying to find the formula
They are desperate to find a formula or recipe for fame and fortune, instead of finding their own unique voice and sound


Man you ain't Freddy Krueger
You're not a true horror, shock or metal legend, just a pale copy of the icons who came before you


You're just Count Chocula
You're just a cheap, sugary and forgettable cereal, not a real and lasting music brand


Silly rabbit this ain't no trick
You can't trick or fool us with your shallow music and bland image, we see through your gimmicks and nonsense


Cause I walk the walk
I can back up my words and criticisms, because I truly appreciate and respect the genre of metal


And your minute-made riffs
Your riffs and songs are cheap, mass-produced and uninspired, lacking any real soul or passion


They ride the dick
They are merely copying or riding the coattails of other more talented musicians, instead of finding their own unique voice and style


Where in the hell are my microphone fiends
I miss the real and passionate MC's, who used to elevate and inspire the art of metal and rap


Those real MC's who spit a hot sixteen
Those true master lyricists who could craft intricate, poetic and powerful verses to uplift and challenge their listeners


Cause everything I'm hearing now sounds the same
I'm sick and tired of the same old, formulaic and repetitive rap-metal songs and sounds, which lack any real originality or innovation


Can we please get variety back up in the game
I implore the industry and artists to embrace diversity, experimentation and risk-taking, instead of just following the same old trends and formulas


Everybody can't be Tip or Jeezy
Not everyone can be a successful and original pioneer like Q-Tip or Young Jeezy, but they can certainly strive to be their own unique voice and inspired artist


Thugs selling drugs like it's so easy
I'm tired of the glorification of criminal and destructive lifestyles in rap-metal, which only perpetuate stereotypes and harm society


Sounding weak wack corny and cheesy
The current state of rap-metal is pathetic and cringe-worthy, lacking any real depth or substance, and only appealing to the lowest common denominator


They rose lifeless in the shadows of greatness
These untalented and gimmicky musicians emerged as a response to the great legends and pioneers of metal, but they lack any real spark or life


With vacant eyes they gorge blindly on their own flesh
They are blindly consuming and regurgitating their own shallow and uninspired music, without any real self-awareness or critical thinking


Making a mockery of the millions they would dare to lead
They are mocking and disrespecting their own fans and followers, by providing them with subpar and cheap music, instead of real inspiration and creativity


Where once was passion Now only vanity and avarice dwell
Where there used to be real passion and dedication to the art of metal rap, there now only exists greed and self-promotion, at the expense of the music's quality and value


A puppet show whose masters devour their young with delight
These musicians and their handlers are like puppets who are controlled and manipulated by the music industry, which only cares about profits and fame, not the well-being or development of the artists


And even as they are ground in the mouths of their makers, they sing
Even as they are exploited and degraded by the music industry, these musicians still sing and make music, without realizing how damaging and harmful it can be to themselves and the genre of metal


Songs that are as empty as their words
Their music and lyrics are completely devoid of any real meaning or substance, just like their personalities and values


As meaningless as their promises
Their promises of fame, glory, and success are just as empty and meaningless as their music and lyrics, and they only serve to deceive and manipulate their fans and listeners


And as dead as their souls
These musicians have no real passion, inspiration or creativity left in their souls, and they only continue to make music for the sake of money, fame and attention




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