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1) rapper
2) British 60s band
3) French new wave band
1. Jayceon Terrell Taylor (born November 29, 1979 in Compton, California, United States), better known by his stage name Game, formerly known as The Game, is an American Grammy Award winning gangsta rapper signed to Aftermath Entertainment through his own label Black Wall Street Records, with which he founded with his half brother Big Fase 100. He rose to fame in 2005 with the success of his debut album, The Documentary, and his two Grammy nominations. Since then he has released several other critically acclaimed albums, 2006's Doctor's Advocate and 2008's LAX. The RED Album was released August 23, 2011. All of his four albums debuted at #1 on the Billboard Top 100, and he is widely considered to be a driving force in bringing back the West Coast hip hop scene and competing with many of his East Coast counterparts.
Studying various influential rap albums, Game developed a strategy to become a rapper himself and with help from Big Fase, they founded The Black Wall Street Records. The label originally featured such artists as Glasses Malone, Vita, and Nu Jerzey Devil, along with Game himself. His stage name was coined by his grandmother. Game first gained prominence when he attended a hip-hop summit hosted by Russell Simmons and Louis Farrakhan, releasing his first mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 1 in 2002, followed by a record deal with the independent label, Get Low Recordz owned by JT the Bigga Figga. Originally Sean Combs of Bad Boy Records was going to sign him to his label, but Game's mixtape found the attention of famed producer Dr. Dre, who signed him to Aftermath Entertainment in 2003. In October 2004, he released his first album Untold Story through Get Low Recordz, which sold over 82,000 copies within its first three months. The album featured artists like Sean T, Young Noble (of the Outlawz), and JT the Bigga Figga. Game also appeared on various mixtapes hosted by DJ's such as DJ Kayslay, DJ Whoo Kid, and DJ Clue. Game also released a second mixtape You Know What It Is Vol. 2 through his own record label and appeared on the video game NBA Live 2004 on a song produced by Fredwreck called "Can't Stop Me". On January 24th, 2011, he released a mixtape entitled, "Purp & Patron."
2. A British 60s Band formed by Terry Spencer in 1965. Head guitar: Terry Spencer Bass guitar: Allan Janaway Drums: Terry Goodsell Vocals: Tony Bird Their biggest success was their first single PlayGonna Get Me Someone from 1966. They attracted attention in 1967 with their recording of The Addicted Man which was concerned with drug-taking. The single should not be released.
3. A French new wave band from the 80’s coming from the suburbs of Paris. It’s line up was : Marc Dimitri (Vocals), Hervé Lorthioir (guitar), Patrick Larrieu (guitar), Jacques-Laurent Lardaud (bass), Fredéric Rottier (Drums), Dominique Cointre (keyboards), Claire (ch). Musically it sounded similar to bands like the Sisters of Mercy or Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. They released one single “Walk Away” on EMI France (1988) and an album titled "Under The White Bible Law" (1989).
DEAD PEOPLE
The Game Lyrics
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Tombstones in my wallet.
If you talkin' 'bout my profit,
All I see is dead people.
All I see is dead people.
You starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
Muthafuckin' dead people.
This shit gets deep.
Don't fuck with me.
You end up six feet deep.
Listen to how I did it.
I crept up slow on Willow.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window.
In the backseat, potato burners.
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
In the front solo.
Sittin' low with the lights out.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
And my watch said they outta time.
Somebody gotta die, bottom line.
Front page, column nine.
Headline: Another Columbine.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought about it.
Loaded up everything in the closet.
My objective is to get bloody.
They can beg and plead, yell and scream.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees, but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I fuckin' love it.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)
Last night, I must've had a blast choppin' up bodies.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
Body filled with adrenaline.
Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberland's.
Cop's sayin' I did what to him?
Showin' me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin'.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit.
Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw -it wasn't me.
Oh no no, not me.
Listen to the alibi.
I was at the movies -that Avatar shit,
With them 3-D glasses on,
And that shit longer than muafucka.
Look at my pocket, get the tickets though.
That's my alibi, bitch.
Now what up?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
And headed west where Homicide reside.
That's my nigga.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
Behind the black gate.
Rottweilers and pit bulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard
But that house right there -don't go in they yard
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
It's simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)
Beware of dark shit., shot 'em through the fence
Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
Them niggas inside, a couple kittens
And this right here: good riddance.
Nigga fuck around, its suicide for instance
Picture the mind of a bullet
Here I come -I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest.
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
You in my sight.
The last one didn't do it right,
And I'm waitin'.
Just lookin' at you.
Thinkin' 'bout it and gettin' tired of lookin' at you.
Hi, daddy, remember me?
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be.
You brought me in this world, now I'm takin' you out.
Now you open up your muthafuckin' mouth.
Simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy.
Simple insanity.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
The Game's song "Dead People" depicts a disturbingly violent and nihilistic world, where the singer's sole motivation is profit, and the only way to get it is to kill. The lyrics open with the lines "Graveyards in my pocket. Tombstones in my wallet", which sets the tone for the rest of the song. The singer is obsessed with death and the money that comes from it. He talks about killing people and profiting off their deaths without any remorse. The line "All I see is dead people" is repeated, emphasizing the singer's obsession with death.
The second verse describes a specific instance of murder. The singer creeps up on someone's house with murder in his mind, fully equipped with weapons and tools to dispose of the body. He paints a vivid picture of his disregard for the victim's life and the thrill he gets from killing. The lyrics emphasize the singer's lack of empathy, as he enjoys slicing someone's throat and doesn't even think twice about it.
The third verse is a bit different from the first two, as it's written from the perspective of someone who has been accused of murder. The singer denies his involvement and tries to create an alibi for himself, claiming to have been at the movies. While it's unclear whether or not this defense is true, the lyrics show the singer's ability to convince himself that he didn't do anything wrong, making it clear that he has no remorse for the alleged murder.
Overall, the song's lyrics are dark and gruesome, emphasizing the singer's obsession with death and lack of remorse for his violent actions.
Line by Line Meaning
Graveyards in my pocket.
I carry the memories of those I've lost with me always.
Tombstones in my wallet.
The death of those close to me has left its mark on me.
If you talkin' 'bout my profit,
If you're asking me about my wealth,
All I see is dead people.
All my success is built on the sacrifices of those who came before me.
All I see is dead people.
The ghosts of my past haunt me everywhere I go.
You starve so when my momma tryna make a couple dollars,
You struggle financially while I provide for my family.
Any nigga with a problem, they be dyin' over dead people.
Anyone who comes against me risks their own life.
Muthafuckin' dead people.
My enemies will end up like those who came before.
This shit gets deep.
The darkness within me goes far deeper than most know.
Don't fuck with me.
If someone crosses me, they'll regret it.
You end up six feet deep.
Those who cross me will end up dead.
Listen to how I did it.
Let me describe to you how I took someone's life.
I crept up slow on Willow.
I snuck up on my victim.
Thinkin' 'bout climbin' through the fuckin' window.
I was willing to do whatever it took to reach my victim.
In the backseat, potato burners.
I had guns with silencers in the backseat of my car.
Ski mask, body bag, duct tape, and a pillow.
I came prepared to kill and dispose of the body.
In the front solo.
I was alone in the car, driving to my kill.
Sittin' low with the lights out.
I wanted to remain unnoticed on my way to the kill.
Feelin' like Manson on some Sonny Sam shit.
I channeled the energy of notorious killers to fuel my own homicidal desire.
With a murder on my mind that my mind on the homicide,
I was consumed by thoughts of killing my victim.
And my watch said they outta time.
I knew my victim's time on this earth was up.
Somebody gotta die, bottom line.
I was committed to kill.
Front page, column nine.
I knew my victim's death would make the news.
Headline: Another Columbine.
My victim's death would be just another violent tragedy in America.
I plan and plot and strategized, and thought about it.
I put a lot of effort into planning the murder.
Loaded up everything in the closet.
I made sure I had everything I needed to kill my victim.
My objective is to get bloody.
I was determined to see my mission through to a violent end.
They can beg and plead, yell and scream.
I was prepared to face resistance from my victim.
Try to leave, get in cheese, pray to God on they knees,
My victim had no hope of surviving the encounter.
but I'm still gettin' fucking ugly.
I was prepared to get violent and ruthless in order to kill my victim.
I fuckin' love it.
I take pleasure in the act of killing.
Took this nigga by his throat and fuckin' cut it and thought nothin' of it.
I killed my victim without remorse.
It's simple insanity.
The fact that I can kill so easily is insane.
Just a murderous fantasy.
Killing is something that I fantasize about.
(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)
This urge to kill is something I can't control.
Last night, I must've had a blast choppin' up bodies.
The memory of killing is something that brings me pleasure.
Woke up bloody as fuck in the hospital lobby.
I woke up from a violent episode covered in blood.
Body filled with adrenaline.
The thrill of killing is a powerful drug.
Not rememberin' what I did to get all this blood on my fuckin' Timberland's.
The joy of killing can be so intense that it's like a blackout.
Cop's sayin' I did what to him?
I'm being confronted about my violent act by the authorities.
Showin' me pictures of cut-up bitches, disfigured members with body parts missin'.
The aftermath of my violent acts is something that shocks and disgusts others.
Listen, I ain't do shit, I don't know shit.
I'm denying any knowledge or involvement in the violent acts.
Man, I don't give a fuck about that bitch.
I have no empathy or remorse for my victims.
Fuck whatever she said, fuck whatever she saw -it wasn't me.
I'm denying any involvement in the violent act regardless of any evidence.
Oh no no, not me.
I'm insisting on my innocence despite all evidence pointing to my guilt.
Listen to the alibi.
I have a story ready to prove my absence from the violent act.
I was at the movies -that Avatar shit,
I had an alibi ready to explain my absence from the violent act.
With them 3-D glasses on,
I had an alibi ready to explain my absence from the violent act.
And that shit longer than muafucka.
I had an alibi ready to explain my absence from the violent act.
Look at my pocket, get the tickets though.
I have proof of my alibi.
That's my alibi, bitch.
I'm reinforcing my alibi to the authorities.
Now what up?
What are you going to do about it?
Fresh out the cuffs, now I'm back on the outside,
I've been freed from custody.
And headed west where Homicide reside.
I'm going to meet up with a friend who shares my violent tendencies.
That's my nigga.
This friend is someone I respect and trust.
He live on 1st and 48th right next to the white chalk in between the yellow tape,
My friend lives in a dangerous part of town, surrounded by violence and crime.
Behind the black gate.
My friend's house is difficult to access and well-defended.
Rottweilers and pit bulls, surrounded by snakes, AK's and AR's.
My friend's home is heavily armed and guarded.
Some niggas hard to play, some niggas play hard.
The people I'm dealing with are dangerous and unpredictable.
But that house right there -don't go in they yard
I'm warning others to stay away from my friend's property.
It's simple insanity.
The fact that I trust someone who shares my violent tendencies is insane.
Just a murderous fantasy.
The idea of living a life of violence and crime is something we both fantasize about.
(Man, I feel like killin' me a muafucka.)
The desire to kill is something that never leaves me.
Beware of dark shit., shot 'em through the fence
I'm warning others not to cross me or suffer grave consequences.
Tough offensive line men couldn't stop the blitz.
My violent nature is unstoppable.
Them niggas inside, a couple kittens
The people I'm dealing with are weak and easy to overpower.
And this right here: good riddance.
I have no remorse for those who stand in my way.
Nigga fuck around, its suicide for instance
Crossing me is literally a matter of life and death.
Picture the mind of a bullet
Think of me as a force of violence and destruction.
Here I come -I can smell the flesh aimin' for your head or neck.
I'm coming to kill and nothing can stop me.
Nigga, pray to God I won't hit your chest.
My victims have little hope of surviving when I'm after them.
Now here I come straight outta drum, headed for your lungs.
I'm aiming to make sure you never breathe again.
You in my sight.
I won't stop until my victim is dead.
The last one didn't do it right,
I've killed before, but I always aim to be more efficient and ruthless.
And I'm waitin'.
I'm patient when it comes to killing.
Just lookin' at you.
I like to take my time and revel in the power I have over my victim.
Thinkin' 'bout it and gettin' tired of lookin' at you.
I can grow bored of my victims and want to end it quickly.
Hi, daddy, remember me?
I might take pleasure in targeting specific types of people, such as a victim's father.
Goodbye, daddy, this is what it gotta be.
I won't hesitate to take care of business and kill whoever I need to.
You brought me in this world, now I'm takin' you out.
I'll take revenge on those who bring pain and suffering into my life.
Now you open up your muthafuckin' mouth.
I want to see fear in my victim's eyes before they die.
Simple insanity.
My violent nature is insane.
Just a murderous fantasy.
The idea of killing those who wrong me is something I often fantasize about.
Simple insanity.
My desire to kill is insane.
Just a murderous fantasy of mine.
The idea of killing is something that never leaves me.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: STANLEY BENTON, DAVE CRAWFORD, JUSTICE LEAGUE, CHARLES MANN, JASON PHILIPS, DAVID STYLES, JAYCEON TAYLOR
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AFMS999
The beat is just perfect for this song, it has The Game written all over it, and he picked the right verses to go with it !
Uptown Kash
Dre always push Game to the best of his abilities as an MC 🔥🔥
Aleksander
dr.dre mixing is flawless.nobody can do it like him!
Goodness Of my God
Nope
jkid323
and this is what happens when you sit down and make music with doc dre.. you actually rap and not name drop.. i love this song by game .. this shit is lyrical gangsta and homicidal ,,
Uptown Kash
💯💯💯💯
Max White
This track is insane, dre really is the best beat maker of rap, game paid respects too hard beat with his content, it's hard and grimy, kinda scary and like a horror track, fits the beat perfect, Dre and game should not be fucked with together, this is an example of a dre production, and I think game tries harder on a dre beat, out of respect, that's what makes me wonder about the documentary 2, if dre is on it, I'm getting it
Maikel .D
RENEG4DE productionz yes dre is on it as well as other producers who worked on The Documentary
Joshi
Two legends on one beat. Just fire!💥💥💥💥💥
FenceDaGreat
First time Game teamed up with Dre since "The Documentary". The Doc's still got it, anything he do will be a classic.