Bless The M.I.C.
The Beatnuts Lyrics


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Yeah, ha, drop it on ‘em, drop it on ‘em

I'ma hit you up with an exclusive
Beatnut joint got you froze like gunpoint
Bitch niggas getting drowsy
Droppin' to their knees like prosties
Shout to my Queens posse
From Northern Boulevard, straight up Junction
My system got the beat in full function
To the max, doing 90, relaxed
Down Roosevelt, Heineken between the laps
But dead that issue, time rip you like tissue
And fold you up, and wipe my ass with you
Good, make sure you understand understood?

I hustle, bang, and jargon
Through your jungle at a bargain
I'm hydro sparkin'
Jugglin' babies down like Barnum
You clownin', claim the grip of flow so tight
I humble pros who go thinking
It can't happen tonight
What better time than now? Make
You a distant memory
My pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese
I forever beez the architect
Constantly to build my conglomerate
Construction with bricks to get
Us cribs and apartments
The parliament drugadelic, the flashlight
One nation under grooves on
This Beatnut flight
So get the funk right, you's the skunk type
Who spark greens? I like Cambodian
Grown by the Vietnamese
While getting blown by a Philippine
Queen who strip tease
And see if niggas bleed like
The final Godfather scenes
Now the faculties throughout
The world'll know
Watch us take notice, Chief General Gab Gacha

Tie ‘em up quick, light ‘em
Up quick, get the ends, yo
I never had too many friends, money mends
Keep a low key
You gotta have the stash remotely
Away from the family and coke or get smoked
Provoke me
I never let the chocolate choke me
I know what it mean to be broke
B you joking me? That shit is over like
Those leather front pullovers
Them Gucci hats and them hot rod Chevy Novas
Give me a chauffeur, a 20-foot leather sofa
Let me chill, I feel the feds getting closer
The toaster
Right on the hip where it's supposed to
Be, ‘til I D-IE-, la cosa nostra what, nigga




Nigga, what nigga, what nigga, what
Nigga, what nigga, what nigga, what

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to The Beatnuts' song "Bless The M.I.C." depict the confident and skillful nature of the artist. The opening lines set the tone for the song, with the artist proclaiming their ability to drop something exclusive and captivating the listeners like a gunpoint holdup. They mock those who underestimate them, referring to them as "bitch niggas" who become weak and submissive, dropping to their knees like prostitutes. The artist shouts out their crew from Queens and references the streets they come from, symbolizing their loyalty and pride in their neighborhood. They boast about their music system being in full function, providing maximum enjoyment and relaxation as they cruise through the streets. The artist asserts their dominance by threatening to rip apart any opposition and use them to wipe their metaphorical ass, leaving no room for misunderstanding their power.


In the next verse, the artist continues to assert their dominance and skill. They describe themselves as "hustle, bang, and jargon," navigating through obstacles with ease. They compare themselves to a circus performer, juggling babies (a metaphor for their competition) and impressing with their tight flow. They challenge anyone who doubts their abilities, stating that now is the perfect time to prove them wrong and make them a distant memory. The artist prides themselves on their expertise in making money and constructing their own success, leaving a lasting legacy. They reference the drug trade and the power it holds over them, highlighting the dark side they encounter to achieve their goals. The artist embraces their confidence and states that the world will recognize their skills and presence.


Overall, "Bless The M.I.C." is a braggadocious and assertive anthem about the artist's ability to captivate the audience, overcome obstacles, and succeed against all odds. It showcases their pride in their neighborhood and their unwavering confidence in their skills.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, ha, drop it on ‘em, drop it on ‘em
Introducing the start of the song with a confident and assertive tone.


I'ma hit you up with an exclusive
I'm about to give you something special and unique.


Beatnut joint got you froze like gunpoint
The Beatnuts' song is so captivating, it holds your attention like a gun pointed at you.


Bitch niggas getting drowsy
Weak individuals are becoming tired and insignificant.


Droppin' to their knees like prosties
They are surrendering and begging like prostitutes.


Shout to my Queens posse
Showing respect and acknowledgment to the group of people from Queens.


From Northern Boulevard, straight up Junction
Referring to specific locations in Queens, emphasizing their connection to the area.


My system got the beat in full function
The music system is playing the Beatnuts' song perfectly.


To the max, doing 90, relaxed
Driving at high speed but feeling calm and at ease.


Down Roosevelt, Heineken between the laps
Driving down Roosevelt Avenue, enjoying a drink while doing so.


But dead that issue, time rip you like tissue
Disregard that problem, time will easily tear it apart.


And fold you up, and wipe my ass with you
I will crush you and dispose of you without hesitation.


Good, make sure you understand understood?
Is it clear to you? Make sure you comprehend my message.


I hustle, bang, and jargon
I work hard, bring impact, and use my distinctive language.


Through your jungle at a bargain
Navigating through difficult situations smoothly and at a reasonable price.


I'm hydro sparkin'
I'm igniting and causing excitement like a hydroelectric power source.


Jugglin' babies down like Barnum
Handling difficult tasks skillfully and effortlessly.


You clownin', claim the grip of flow so tight
You're joking, boasting about having a tight grip on your rap skills.


I humble pros who go thinking
I put arrogant professionals in their place.


It can't happen tonight
They shouldn't underestimate my abilities, as it could happen any time.


What better time than now? Make
There is no more suitable moment than the present. Let's


You a distant memory
Make you a forgotten part of the past.


My pedigree specialize in cheddar cheese
My background is focused on making money.


I forever beez the architect
I will always be the one shaping and creating.


Constantly to build my conglomerate
Continuously working to establish my powerful and diverse business.


Construction with bricks to get
Using solid foundations and strategies to achieve success.


Us cribs and apartments
Acquiring luxurious homes and properties.


The parliament drugadelic, the flashlight
The group of people with drug-related interests, always alert and ready.


One nation under grooves on
Everyone united by the power of music.


This Beatnut flight
The journey and experience provided by the Beatnuts.


So get the funk right, you's the skunk type
Get the music vibe correct, you are the low-quality type.


Who spark greens? I like Cambodian
Who smokes marijuana? I enjoy the potent Cambodian strain.


Grown by the Vietnamese
Cultivated and produced by the Vietnamese.


While getting blown by a Philippine
Simultaneously receiving oral pleasure from a woman from the Philippines.


Queen who strip tease
A seductive queen who performs a striptease.


And see if niggas bleed like
To test if individuals are truly tough, if they are willing to face difficulties.


The final Godfather scenes
Intense and dramatic moments, similar to those in the movie 'The Godfather'.


Now the faculties throughout
Now it will become clear to people everywhere.


The world'll know
People from around the globe will have knowledge of.


Watch us take notice, Chief General Gab Gacha
Observe and pay attention to the impact and influence of Chief General Gab Gacha.


Tie ‘em up quick, light ‘em
Bind them swiftly, ignite their struggles


Up quick, get the ends, yo
Move quickly to secure the desired outcomes and goals


I never had too many friends, money mends
I have never had an abundance of friends, but money can repair relationships.


Keep a low key
Maintain a discreet and low-profile presence.


You gotta have the stash remotely
You must keep your money hidden and at a distance.


Away from the family and coke or get smoked
Keep your money separate from family matters and drug-related dangers.


Provoke me
Challenge me or instigate a negative response.


I never let the chocolate choke me
I never let material possessions overwhelm or control me.


I know what it means to be broke
I understand the hardships and struggles of being financially unstable.


B you joking me? That shit is over like
Are you kidding? That situation is finished, not worth my time.


Those leather front pullovers
Referring to a style of clothing that is no longer fashionable.


Them Gucci hats and them hot rod Chevy Novas
Talking about outdated fashion trends and old car models.


Give me a chauffeur, a 20-foot leather sofa
I desire a personal driver and a luxurious, oversized sofa.


Let me chill, I feel the feds getting closer
Allow me to relax, I sense the authorities getting nearer.


The toaster
A firearm


Right on the hip where it's supposed to
Carrying the gun right where it should be, easily accessible.


Be, ‘til I D-IE-, la cosa nostra what, nigga
It will be like that until I die. This is our way, you know, my friend.


Nigga, what nigga, what nigga, what
Expressing a challenging and confrontational attitude


Nigga, what nigga, what nigga, what
Repeating the confrontational tone


Nigga, what nigga, what nigga, what
Continuing the assertive and challenging stance




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: G. VELASQUEZ, Jerry Tineo, Lester Fernandez

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