2) The Thoughts, was a 60s Garage Rock band from UK produced by Shel Talmy (the Kinks producer).
Birds
The Thoughts Lyrics
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We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush
The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust
Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust
Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
Sports cars, re endorsed yards
Everybody four stars, ray like forty jewelry gaudy
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
Head off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely
Hanging around the vets in the sweats
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra
Fuck around a hundred texts
Flash flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Dumb check smashing
Watching the game from a bird's eye view
They say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking
Hoping my best buzz ain't only in it only for the tokens
Cause they say if who you joking with, chokin' potent with
Tag team the joker chicks, the ones who do some bogus should
Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip
Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch
Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is
Kicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is
And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?
Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily
Laughing with a fan like
It's the elephant in the room
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb
That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon
I'm astonishing, honestly my future looking promising
As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is
Darker thoughts let the beats break like a Amish's
I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude
I am the living definition of improving the groove
I use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used
Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes
Who lose? If you really ain't nobody till somebody love you
I say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double
You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you
Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you
The most notorious, Poet Laureate
Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors
And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi-
Haters still smirking like the gators on an Izod
Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggas are
Imposters, long drawn out process
Triple OG's got a worn out conscience
Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters, on
Our Sierra Leone reigning tyranny
I strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games over
Bill folder, give niggas that Ebola virus
Huh? You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your block with Somali pirates
The Thoughts' song Birds is a gritty and unapologetic reflection on life within the inner city. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of the streets, the constant need to watch your back and the lengths that one must go to in order to survive. The opening verse describes the crew's use of smoking big blunts and cigars as a way to regulate and stay aware of their surroundings. The beats are described as grim while the ambiance is plush. The singer won't bang, meaning that the music isn't loud enough to draw attention to them since snitches wish them dead. The verses continue on to discuss jewelry, cars, money, and drugs, all of which are used to flex their status and ensure their survival on the streets. The chorus is a reflection of the crew's perspective, watching everything and everyone from a bird's eye view. The lyrics describe the paranoia of always having to look over your shoulder and trust nobody.
The second verse continues this theme, describing the struggle to gain trust and the use of drugs to find solace. The lyricist makes references to his African heritage, using words such as "Sankofa" to describe his pride in his culture. The verse is a reflection on what it means to be a successful rapper and how he uses his skills to outmatch his competition. The use of imagery is strong throughout the song, with the phrase "elephant in the room" being used to describe the harsh realities of life in the inner city.
Overall, Birds is a gritty and honest depiction of what it takes to survive on the streets. It is a song that paints a picture of a world where trust is scarce, and everything is a means to an end. The lyrics are raw and gritty, reflecting the harsh realities of a life on the streets.
Line by Line Meaning
We smoke big blunts, cigars, it's us
We consume large marijuana cigarettes, tobacco rolls, that's who we are
It's obvious, kids, we regulate up shit moving through brush
Clearly, young individuals, we manage the illegal items flowing through the forest
The beats is grim, the ambiance plush
The music is dark, the atmosphere luxurious
The speaker won't bang, the sneaker won't lust
The sound system won't bump, the shoes won't attract attention
Snitches wish dead, the eagle gon' bust
Informants desire death, the gun will fire
Catch you in the wrong spot, you dust
Encounter you in the wrong location, you are eliminated
Statik ill, bring the havoc, this is magic
Statik creates chaos, this is sorcery
Fake niggas flee out, fly out the mouth, I get you gatted
Inauthentic individuals run their mouth, I shoot them
Sports cars, re endorsed yards
Luxury vehicles, renovated yards
Everybody four stars, ray like forty jewelry gaudy
Everyone is highly ranked, diamond jewelry is ostentatious
Your creature game corny, I eat your dame, you hop up on me
Your animal skills are weak, I seduce your woman, you are jealous
Head off the rip, grab the whip, rest maturely
Leave immediately, take the car, relax afterwards
Hanging around the vets in the sweats
Spending time with experienced individuals in sweatpants
Since '97 we was rolex-ing the extra
Since 1997 we were wearing luxury Rolex watches
Fuck around a hundred texts
Send numerous text messages casually
Flash flex, cash, drugs, money and sex
Flaunt wealth, illegal substances, currency, sexual activity
Dumb check smashing
Recklessly spending a large sum of money
Watching the game from a bird's eye view
Observing the situation from a high vantage point
They say it's hard to keep trust so my third eye grew
People claim it is difficult to maintain loyalty, so my spiritual awareness elevated
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking
Energy centers open, using binoculars to observe, consuming marijuana
Hoping my best buzz ain't only in it only for the tokens
Desiring that my greatest motivation isn't solely for monetary gain
Cause they say if who you joking with, chokin' potent with
Because rumors say if you play around with someone associated with drugs, you will overdose
Tag team the joker chicks, the ones who do some bogus should
Collaborating with deceitful women, those who perform immoral deeds
Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip
Appear calm in the streets, but desire to carry firearms
Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch
Boasting about jewelry in your cars, promoting your music, having sex with your woman
Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is
I am covered in jewelry, women desire me sexually
Kicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is
Hanging out since birth, now you see what our potential is
And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?
What is our potential? Will these people give us false information?
Rob a nigga for his number 2's to put my feet in, shit
Stealing someone's shoes to wear, disregard their ownership
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
My rap style is smooth, I reach the highest level
I'mma make hot drops, make snakes history
I will release successful music, eliminate fake individuals
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily
Aspiring to live peacefully in Sicily, Italy
Laughing with a fan like
Enjoying success with a supporter
It's the elephant in the room
It is the topic that everyone avoids
Created by a collision of the sun and the moon
It was formed through a strange occurrence
My sonogram was an image of a gun in the womb
The fetal ultrasound showed a firearm
That was soon to be doper than heroin in a spoon
That fetus would grow up to be more successful than drug addicts
I'm astonishing, honestly my future looking promising
I am impressive, my future appears to be bright
As my skin tone and a crystal clean onyx is
My complexion is dark and my jewelry is clean onyx gemstones
Darker thoughts let the beats break like a Amish's
Negative thoughts, let the music drop like an Amish's beard
I'm a stroke of genius like Mickalene Thomas is
I am extremely talented like Mickalene Thomas, a contemporary artist
Hip-hop and body rocking and doing it dude
Rapping and dance at the same time, do it
I am the living definition of improving the groove
I am the personification of making music better
I use the same tools to shoot that Kubrick used
I utilize the same equipment Stanley Kubrick used for filming
Take your hero to the river, give them two b-rick shoes
Bring your idol to the river and present them with two brick shoes
Who lose? If you really ain't nobody till somebody love you
Who is defeated? If you are truly insignificant until someone loves you
I say you ain't nobody til they speaking highly of you
In my opinion, you are nobody until people praise you
And what I'm sure you wouldn't want is any kind of trouble
What you definitely do not desire is any conflict
Unless you got a crash dummy or a body double
Unless you have someone to take the fall for you or act as your stand-in
You got a couple homies down to catch a homi- for you
You have a few friends willing to commit a homicide for you
Well I'mma fold niggas into origami for you
I will defeat people easily for your benefit
The most notorious, Poet Laureate
The most infamous, esteemed poet
Whole story is glorious, stoic warriors
Entire history is magnificent, emotionless fighters
And I got my eyes wide open on you quasi-
And I am watching you, almost-
Haters still smirking like the gators on an Izod
Opponents are still grinning like the alligators on an Izod polo shirt
Lacoste, y'all tomato head niggas are
Lacoste, you red-headed people are
Imposters, long drawn out process
Frauds, lengthy procedure
Triple OG's got a worn out conscience
Senior gangsters have a deteriorated moral sense
Reminiscing to when we was all out monsters, on
Remembering when we were all violent, about
Our Sierra Leone reigning tyranny
Our authoritative rule over Sierra Leone
I strike fear in their hearts, rappers stear clear of me
I cause terror in their minds, musicians avoid me
Black Sankofa, Ayatollah, Range Rover, games over
Black historical symbol, religious leader, luxury vehicle, game completed
Bill folder, give niggas that Ebola virus
Large amount of payment, provide individuals with a deadly virus
Huh? You got me chopped like Miley Cyrus
What? You have me confused like Miley Cyrus
Naw, I'm on your block with Somali pirates
No, I am in your neighborhood with Somalian pirates
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: COREY TODD WOODS, JO VAUGHN VIRGINIE, PATRICK OWEN BARIL, TARIK L. COLLINS
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