U-God was born in Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York. However he moved to Staten Island, New York as a youth. He was originally a beatboxer for clan affiliate Cappadonna, as well as being well known friends with future members Method Man, Inspectah Deck, and Raekwon. Sometime before the members united, U-God was mentored in rap by Cappadonna. He soon became friends with RZA and Ghostface Killah, and he began rhyming under the alias Golden Arms, based on the kung-fu movie The Kid with The Golden Arms. Later on narcotics possession prevented him from featuring heavily on the group's debut album Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), his input on the seminal LP consisting of only a short bridge on the group's debut single "Protect Ya Neck" in 1992 as well as the famous opening verse of "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'". Nevertheless, after his release he quickly became known to fans for his rugged flow and bass-like voice on Wu tracks such as "Winter Warz", "Knuckleheadz", "Investigative Reports", and "Black Jesus". He was featured heavily on the group's second album Wu-Tang Forever on which he was one of only four of the group to get a solo track - "Black Shampoo" (While the others being Inspectah Deck with "The City", Ol' Dirty Bastard with "Dog Shit" and RZA with "Sunshower"; clan affiliate and singer Tekitha sang 'Second Coming' solo). Around this time his young son was accidentally shot and injured, an ordeal the rapper documented on the Wu-Tang Clan track "A Better Tomorrow". He appeared with all the clan members during the VH1 Hip-Hop Honors, as well as on tour for the release of Wu Tang Clan's latest album, 8 Diagrams. U-God released his third studio album Dopium in 2009 and touring around the globe in support of 8 Diagrams. He released his fourth studio album Keynote Speaker in 2013.
Name: U-God
Real Name: Lamont Hawkins
Web: www.myspace.com/ugod
Coke
U-God Lyrics
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Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
How many of us it take paper and start a war
It's like starting up a store that sell aces
All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
[Chorus: Y-Not Da Beast]
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
They lift the weight up in snow plains
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
The coke, the coka, the cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
The prices rise like some propane
The nicest guys become so fame
[U-God:]
Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
Grew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams off
Watch for the hand off, I'm a get my plans off
Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
Everytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
[Chorus]
[Slaine:]
Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juice
In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims
Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good
Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame
I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
[Chorus]
[Outro: U-God]
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
FREEZE! ROCK!
The song Coke is a collaboration between U-God, Raekwon and Slaine. Their lyrics are a celebration of the drug culture and the illicit, underground world it inhabits. In the first verse, Raekwon highlights the dangers of this lifestyle as he describes the frustration, anger and aggression of his associates, who are constantly pursued by police officers. He speaks of their love for the "gun selectors" and the "dumb detectors" as well as their desire to "bake Satan" and "regulate the streets." U-God picks up where Raekwon left off, and raps about his own illicit activities, from illegal transport to arms dealing. He speaks of his desire to get rich by any means necessary, even if it means stepping on the toes of his own people.
The chorus, sung by Y-Not Da Beast, focuses on the addictive nature of the drug, with its hypnotic rhythm emphasising the allure of the drug culture. It highlights how the prices of cocaine can rise rapidly but still appeal to users, displaying how addiction makes individuals lose sight of the danger.
Slaine's verse is a personal reflection on his own experience of the drug culture. He describes growing up surrounded by it and how it has affected him not only physically but mentally too. His lyrics give a sense of the desperation and violence that often goes hand in hand with drug addiction, showcasing how people become willing to trade everything for the next hit. U-God leads the outro with "Freeze! Rock!" which creates a strong impact that is intended to be understood as a warning as well as a celebration of their lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Fix your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy
Get ready for some intense rhymes, our flows are wild and unmatched
Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely
Our words hit hard, like bullets, and we do it with ease and style
All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s
My crew is restless, tired of being supervised by probation officers
It's obvious, we do this, we bust haters
Our skills are apparent, we excel at rhyming, and we shut down our haters
Yo, gun selectors, dumb detectors
We know how to find good weapons, and we avoid people with bad intentions
Chase my niggas, talking slick, where that Lex kid at?
Looking for my guys, who were insulted, where is Lex?
You know we cool and we Darth Vaders
We are the cool ones in black attire, like Darth Vader
Always in black uniforms, rocking Clarks and sharp gators
We wear black outfits and stylish shoes to complete the look
Can't tell me nothing, I've been shaking
My attitude is confident, and I've been through tough times and made it
Pull out them slammers, regulate the streets, I bake Satan
We bring out our guns to control streets and fight evil
How many of us it take paper and start a war
It only takes money to start a conflict
It's like starting up a store that sell aces
It's as easy as starting a business selling gambling cards
All my colors and bad brothers, rag coverage
All my friends and associates wear colorful clothes and use rags as cover
Black gloveses, leathers and glass lovers
We wear black gloves and leather outfits and appreciate glass items
Introduce these leaders, wanna take money
Unveil the people in charge who want to make a profit
These dick beaters, and strangle something up, go get Jesus
Those who disrespect and harm others will face divine retribution
Look, the coke, the coka, the cocaine
Talking about cocaine
The C-O-K-E, it's coke, man
Breaking down the spelling to emphasize the point
They lift the weight up in snow plains
They transport the drug by plane, where the snow covers the land
You sniff an eighth up in your brain
Taking a portion of the drug can go right to your head
The prices rise like some propane
The cost of the drug keeps getting higher, like propane gas
The nicest guys become so fame
Even the kindest persons can get caught up in the world of drugs and become infamous
Illegal transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
The delivery of the drug is done illegally and with strategic planning
It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
Dealing drugs is a dangerous, hands-on activity that can lead to injury
Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
I attack like a highly trained law enforcement unit, and stash my weapons in my car's dashboard
Exercise black thought, dance on a catwalk
I use my wit and express it with style and grace
Grew up on the asphalt, trynna get my grams off
I was raised on the streets, trying to sell drugs to make a living
Watch for the hand off, I'm a get my plans off
Be vigilant for the exchange of drugs and continue with my schemes
Like you and your mans off, everybody huddle up
Like you and your friends, we gather together and form a close circle
Twenty cent dime pieces, watch the water bubble up
Twenty-cent coins are used to weigh the drugs in water, and bubbles indicate the drug's purity
A piece of the puzzle, son, pieces, crumble up
Every bit of information is crucial, but it can easily fall apart
My old righteous troublesome, now I'm into major things
I used to be a troublemaker, but now I'm involved in big, illegal activities
Made it this far, kid, the God got on angel wings
I've come this far and I feel divine intervention has been on my side
Everytime the flavor bring, tons of coke, mad gross
Whenever I'm around, there's a lot of cocaine and money involved
Two cuts of lactose, I'm underground like railroad
I use lactose to dilute the drug and remain hidden from law enforcement
Mad low, son, in this hellhole, an animal
I keep a low profile in this dangerous place, but I can become a fierce beast
Friendship be flammable, no shame for some to blow
Relationships can be as volatile as explosives, and some people are willing to destroy them
Brains out for fun, over cocaine and guns
People are willing to take extreme measures, such as murder, for the sake of drugs and weapons
Ever since a little youth, I've been bent on stoupes, sipping gin and juice
Since I was young, I was drawn to mischief, drinking alcohol and getting high
In the booth, fill the dope game, shooting on bent up hoops
In the recording studio, I rap about the world of drugs and relate it to playing basketball on beat-up hoops
Roll around in stolen cars, nah these ain't no rented coupes
We drive around in cars we've stolen, not ones we've rented
Grimeys behind me, they all grimey, ninety percent of controlled
My associates are all criminals, and they control a majority of the criminal activity
Lying in the booth, put the ashes in the pipe
While recording music, I'm also smoking drugs
Blowtorch to the crack, my fire is winter proof
I use a blowtorch to smoke crack, and it keeps me warm even in cold weather
Old thoughts of black and white pictures, now they developing
Old memories, like black and white photos, are coming back to mind
Skeletons surrounded by archangels and seraphims
I imagine ghosts and angels surrounding me
Telegram packages distributed through the whole hood
I receive messages about drug deliveries, and they are spread throughout the neighborhood
Tell him this racquet is bad for him but it's so good
I warn someone that the drug business is dangerous, but it's also profitable and addictive
Are you a fighter? Real life scuffle, no dirt clean
Are you willing to fight in real life, with no way to avoid getting dirty?
Plus a muthafucka had to hustle since 13
I've been hustling to make money since I was 13 years old
I got my mind in focus, where you never been at
My mind is sharp and focused in ways you cannot imagine
How you think I made a hundred grand, from where my pen's at
I made a lot of money from writing rhymes and sharing my experiences
Fuck the fortune and the glamour, I don't need no fame
I don't care about the riches and fame that comes with the drug business
I piss whiskey and spit fire, I bleed cocaine, muthafucka
I am rough and dangerous, and my life revolves around whiskey, fire, and drugs
FREEZE! ROCK!
These lines are repeated for emphasis and to punctuate the message
FREEZE! ROCK!
These lines are repeated for emphasis and to punctuate the message
FREEZE! ROCK!
These lines are repeated for emphasis and to punctuate the message
FREEZE! ROCK!
These lines are repeated for emphasis and to punctuate the message
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