The Hill
The Hill Lyrics
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"esto no me gusta. aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda. aqui
Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca. why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
Pa'l carajo. oye... revolucion compadre!"
[b-real]
In the midst of the madness
No question, who's the baddest
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Sittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you
Killa hill niggas
Cleaned in my dream
Cookin' up a scheme
For all them big bank niggas
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
Number one mission, opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
In a casket, best wishes
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
Full out search for the body
Of the mcs who be comin' to disrupt the party
No wins, no ends, no way
That I'm ever gonna let ya come back again!
[Rza]
Check my dramatics
Brains get splattered
Dreams shattered
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Beat the sequence
Bravado lessons on his defense
Pile you niggas talkin' fast like puerto ricans
What you seekin'
Son I catch clean like dominicans
Last mohican
Witness I'm speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Upstate new york
Where chumps get extorted for newports
What you thought
[B-real]
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
[Capitan Pingaloca]
"why ya esta dicho. todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.
Yo le voy a meter una bala a la cabeza a cualquier maricon, que no me
Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'. oye, hijo puta! quiero quemarte la
Cara!"
[U-God]
Words droppin' chant
The check di slant
I'm taking these cannabis plants
Yo for granted
Exotic narcotic
Tunes slam soon
From a dune
In the desert
Mega-babylon pleasure
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Warrior nomad
Put you in a coma
Comma
Llama
Smash-crashin' your armor
Drama
I'm a
Stealth aircraft bomber
Here is where I dwell
At the gates o' hell
It ain't where you're from
It's where you're in the mentals
And if not, yo' credentials
Are essential
I see reality
View things surrounding me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
Not frontin' or braggin'
Hundred percent red dragon
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon
[B-Real]
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
The' the' the' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease,
Ease back
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
Ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
[Capitan Pingaloca]
"esta dicho! aqui, la revelacion! no se la ve por television. todos
Los maricones del norte, que los voy a matar yo. va a ser aqui en nuestro
Pais. why todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo. tambien,
Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos. un dia,
Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre. la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
Oir, que se va a hueler. hasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con
La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo. todos son unos mismos
Cabrones..."
The Hill's song "The Hill" starts off with a Spanish dialogue by Capitan Pingaloca who expresses his discontent with the people around him and declares himself as their "captain" who everyone serves. The rest of the song is a series of verses from different rappers, such as B-Real and Rza, who talk about the power and dominance of their crew, Killa Hill, and their plans to take down anyone who gets in their way. The lyrics are filled with violent imagery and threats of murder, illustrating the aggressive and confrontational nature of the group.
The overall message of the song is one of power and control. The rappers in The Hill declare that they are the baddest in the game, and their dominance over others is absolute. They discuss their willingness to use violence to achieve their goals, making it clear that they will not tolerate any opposition. The song is a reflection of the gangster rap genre, which often glorifies violence and criminal activity.
Line by Line Meaning
In the midst of the madness
Amidst the chaos and confusion
No question, who's the baddest
There is no doubt who is the most skilled
Mcs in the game runnin for the status
Rappers are competing for status
Take a few seconds to review the crews
Take a moment to assess the groups
Sittin' on top is the hill lookin' over you
The Hill is on top, watching over everything and everyone
Killa hill niggas
The dangerous gang from Hill
Cleaned in my dream
Imagining a successful outcome
Cookin' up a scheme
Planning something devious
For all them big bank niggas
For those wealthy individuals
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his
The world belongs to everyone, but Hill intends to take his and others' piece of it
Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is
Eliminating anyone who gets in the way, regardless of their identity
Number one mission, opposition
The top priority is eliminating the opposition
Get dumb, succumb and then position
Weakening enemies to the point of surrender and taking control
In a casket, best wishes
Wishing the death of enemies
At the bottom of the lake, sleepin' with the fishes
Dumping their bodies in the water after killing them
Full out search for the body
Intensely searching for the body
Of the mcs who be comin' to disrupt the party
The rappers who try to interfere with Hill's business
No wins, no ends, no way
There is no way they will ever be allowed to come back
Check my dramatics
Assess my grandiose behavior
Brains get splattered
Heads are being blown up
Dreams shattered
Hopes and aspirations being destroyed
Sabas get blasted for words he packaged
Sabas is getting shot for the way he created his rhymes
Beat the sequence
Mastering the rhythm
Bravado lessons on his defense
Bravado helps defend oneself
Pile you niggas talkin' fast like puerto ricans
Mocking and demeaning the way others speak
What you seekin'
What are you searching for
Son I catch clean like dominicans
I capture cleanly, the way Dominicans play baseball
Last mohican
The last one of his kind
Witness I'm speakin, loud as indians, tomahawk
I speak loudly, like Native Americans with a tomahawk
Shaolin slang, the violent talk
Violent language used by those from Shaolin
Upstate new york
The part of New York State that is north of New York City
Where chumps get extorted for newports
a place where people are cheated for a few Newport cigarettes.
Ease back, ease back or I squeeze up on the trigger
Back off or risk getting shot
Words droppin' chant
Rhymes being spoken
The check di slant
The rhyme's structure
I'm taking these cannabis plants
Stealing marijuana plants
Yo for granted
Taking something for free
Exotic narcotic
Drugs from exotic locations
Tunes slam soon
Loud music coming soon
From a dune
From the top of a sandhill
In the desert
In the middle of a dry region
Mega-babylon pleasure
Excessive enjoyment in a corrupt society
Comin' out the domepiece, smell my aroma
Lyrics and rhymes flowing from one's mind and being shared
Warrior nomad
A wandering soldier
Put you in a coma
Hurt someone to the point of unconsciousness
Comma
Punctuation mark
Llama
Meat from South America
Smash-crashin' your armor
Destroying your protection
Drama
Conflicts
I'm a
I am a
Stealth aircraft bomber
A fast, invisible fighter plane
Here is where I dwell
This is where I live
At the gates o' hell
Near the entrance to hell
It ain't where you're from
Where you were born doesn't matter
It's where you're in the mentals
It is about your state of mind
And if not, yo' credentials
If you don't have the right mentality, your credentials don't matter
Are essential
Are necessary
I see reality
I understand what is actually happening
View things surrounding me
Observe the things around me
Free like a spread, precise strikes the lyric
The rhymes are delivered smoothly and effectively
Not frontin' or braggin'
Not lying or exaggerating
Hundred percent red dragon
Fully committed to the cause
Pine fragranced lyrics, the rhymes you can't imagine
Unimaginable lyrics that smell like pine
The globe-trotter, call me meadowlog lemon
Traveler known as meadowlog lemon
Five part criminal, two part felon
Someone who has committed multiple crimes
The' then I'm never gonna let ya come back again
I will not allow you to return
Easy back,
Relax,
why ya esta dicho.
It has been said
todos los que no les guste mi 'rebote' van a morir.
Everyone who disagrees with me will die
aqui la gente, la gente no sirve pa' mierda.
Nobody here is worth anything
Yo soy, yo soy capitan pingaloca.
I am Captain Pingaloca
why to' mundo aqui, me sirve a mi o va
Everyone here either serves me or leaves
Pa'l carajo.
Screw them
oye... revolucion compadre!
Hey, it's time for revolution!
quiero quemarte la Cara!
I want to burn your face!
que no me
Anyone who doesn't
Persiga a mi a la 'singadapuerta'.
Follows me to the 'damn door'
oye, hijo puta!
Hey, son of a bitch!
todos los 'singamasones', que estan singando un mundo.
All the masons who are fucking up the world
tambien, Van a ver la muerte de ellos mismos, lo en las manos de ellos.
They will also experience the death, at their own hands.
un dia, Va a ser sangre, mucha sangre.
Someday there will be blood. A lot of blood.
la peste de los cuerpos muertos, vas a
The smell of dead bodies, you will
oir, que se va a heluer.
Hear it, it will stink.
hasta los estados unidos, estos cabrones, que con La democracia, que nos 'tan singando en el culo.
Even the United States, these assholes, who are screwing us with democracy.
todos son unos mismos Cabrones...
All are the same bastards...
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LOUIS M. FREEZE, ROBERT F. DIGGS, SENEN REYES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Ancor3
For those who don't understand the lyrics, Imma break it down for ya.
He only calls her when it's half past five because that's a reference to the song by Alan Jackson (It's Five O'Clock Somewhere), a song wherein Jackson sings about getting drunk all the time. So when he calls her when it's half past five he only calls when he's really drunk/high. He says he doesn't want commitment, he's living in the moment and only calls her when he's drunk/high. But by his own admission, that's the real him (when he's fucked up). So he can only open up when he's drunk/high.
The Weeknd (or rather Abel M. Tesfaye) had a rough childhood with an abusive (but mostly absent) father and he left one weekend to never return again (explains his stage name). Now he uses drugs oftenly, possibly to escape the pains of the past. There, I've just given this song and artist much more depth than you wanted to have. The song is not romantic or chauvinistic, it's sad.
EDIT, bonus analysis
Since it seems that not everyone understands why the song is called "The Hills", so Imma break that down too. The first two verses state Your man on the road, he doing promo. You said keep our business on the low-low. The girl is probably cheating on her husband/boyfriend with Abel (The Weeknd). That's probably why she's trying to hide their relationship from her friends/neighbors. Either that or she's really embarrassed by his hairstyle. Anyway, she lives in a upper class neighborhood and people found out that she was cheating. The Hills refer to the upper class people who found out and is also reference to the horror movie "The Hills have Eyes". All you need to know is that that means that people are watching you and not in a good way.
@AshlyCT
Teacher in the hall having a convo
You said keep our business on the low-low
I'm just tryna get them chemistry notes tho
'cuz your grades are better than the whole class so
even if you scared, give me the info
When I'm done I'll bring them by your desk bro
Found out I was coming, shook your head no
Keep on tryna hide it but she won't know
I only call you when it's half past two.
The only time I can get notes from you.
I only trust them when it's chemistry, not biology.
Cuz you really suck, at biology
Yeah you really suck at biology, sorry
I'ma let you know and keep it simple,
Tryna write these quickly aint that simple
I just had two classes 'fore I saw you
So just let me copy at my tempo
Always tryna tell me "go to the labs"
But that sounds so boring, I'd need decaf
I'm just tryna stay out of remedial class
And teachers always expect for me to relapse
@apfel22
this song aged like fine wine.
@bootycheeks9262
Still sounds fresh
@datyson4618
ITS SO DAMN GOOD!! STOP COMMENTING AND LISTENNN. I DO TOO BUT PLS.DO😭😭😭😓
@katsin5514
IKR
@soldez3129
Măru like milk
@PunkEnergy88
More like fine milk
@MISERI
it’s crazy how this song isn’t old yet..
2022 update: still fye
@DeadShooter518
for some people this song is very old
@Zaicedd
Gamer Loco fr
@Zaicedd
IC frio fr