The term Various Artists is used in the record industry when numerous singers and musicians collaborate on a song or collection of songs. Most often on Last.fm, compilation album tracks appear under the name of Various Artists erroneously because the individual artist is not listed in the album's ID3 information.
Compilation albums, for example.
Sometimes, single releases may be credited to Various Artists when their profits are going to charity and, usually in high-profile cases, are sometimes known by a group name. Examples include Band Aid with their releases of Do They Know It's Christmas? and USA for Africa with We Are The World.
Various Artists is also an actual performance name for Torsten Pröfrock, who runs the German DIN label. Torsten performs also as Dynamo, Erosion, Resilent, Traktor besides some others. He's a good friend of Robert Henke and since the Fall of 2004, he is a member of Monolake.
Various Artists was also a short-lived Bristol punk band formed by brothers Jonjo and Robin Key (originally from Birmingham). Other members were also simultaneously in Art Objects who went on to become The Blue Aeroplanes, the latter the Key brothers also co-wrote some songs and were involved in. When Various Artists imploded, the Key brothers went on to form Either / Or.
Various Artists also appear on tracks from musical theater soundtracks, due to the nature of having many cast members on one song, as well as an ensemble in some cases.
Party Up
Various Artists Lyrics
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Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick
An' all them other cats you run with, get done with, dump quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
Aight, there go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club
'Cause every time you come around
It's like I just gotta get my, what?
An' I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
But I'm not him, aight, Slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
An' we all thought you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
They just sayin' that now 'cause they miss you
A nigga tried to diss you
That's why you layin' on your back
Lookin' at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
Off the chain, I leave niggaz soft in the brain
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
To be fuckin' with me an' you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin' on
That got you think that you Superman, I got the Kryptonite
Smack you with my dick an' the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You whack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours an' everybody know
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over pussy
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans an' them
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head
No more talkin' put him in the dirt instead
You keep walkin' lest you tryin' to end up red
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
'Cause you's a soft type nigga, fake up North type nigga
Puss like a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
We done been through the mud an' we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
Nigga runnin' his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You know who gon' find you? Some old man fishin'
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in yo' chest
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
The lyrics of "Party Up (Up in Here)" by Various Artists are filled with aggressive lines and are meant to be shouted out. The song is an angry response to those who have crossed the rapper's path in life. The opening lines convey a sense of losing control and going berserk. The rapper is warning others not to mess with him or else they will be in trouble.
The verse goes on to talk about the consequences that the person facing the rapper will experience. In addition, the chorus highlights the rapper's frustration when faced with weak individuals who are crying over women they cannot have. He expresses his annoyance with those who aren't tough enough to handle their problems on their own. The rapper then talks about his frustration with those who pretend to be tough but get easily defeated in battle. He then drops his last verse with a message that whoever crosses him will face deadly consequences.
Overall, the lyrics of "Party Up (Up in Here)" by Various Artists are bold and unapologetic, representing the rapper's frustration and anger toward people that have wronged him.
Line by Line Meaning
Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here
You are driving me crazy
Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
You are pushing me to my limits
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here
You are making me lose my sense of sanity
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here
You are making me lose my composure
If I gotsta bring it to you cowards, then it's gonna be quick
If I have to confront you, it will not take long
Aight, all your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
I do not respect you, nor do I care about what has happened to your friends
An' all them other cats you run with, get done with, dump quick
Your associates will meet an unfavorable end if they continue to associate with you
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
How can you disrespect me, someone who is influential and powerful?
Aight, there go the gun click, nine one one shit
I am going to threaten you with a gun, and you will need to call the police
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit?
All of this trouble is happening over something insignificant
Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club
I associate you with a strip club, because you end up costing me money
'Cause every time you come around
You always seem to cause trouble
It's like I just gotta get my, what?
It's like I always have to be prepared for a confrontation
An' I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin' to
I do not think you realize who you are trying to talk to
But I'm not him, aight, Slim? So watch what you do
I am not the person you think I am, so be careful what you say or do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else
If you continue to provoke me, you will find yourself in a grave alongside someone who was foolish enough to cross me
An' we all thought you loved yourself
We thought you had more self-respect than this
But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
Perhaps the issue was not about self-respect
They just sayin' that now 'cause they miss you
People are only praising you now because you are no longer around
A nigga tried to diss you
Someone tried to disrespect you
That's why you layin' on your back
That is why you are currently dead
Lookin' at the roof of the church
You are staring at the ceiling of the church during your funeral
Preacher tellin' the truth and it hurts
The pastor is speaking honestly about your mistakes, and it is painful to hear
Off the chain, I leave niggaz soft in the brain
I am a loose cannon and drive people crazy
'Cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name
People still want to ride off the fame of others
First of all, you ain't rapped long enough
You are not experienced enough to be trying to rap against me
To be fuckin' with me an' you, you ain't strong enough
You do not have what it takes to defeat me
So whatever it is you puffin' on
I do not care what you are smoking
That got you think that you Superman, I got the Kryptonite
Whatever it is that makes you feel invincible, I have something that can take that away
Smack you with my dick and the mic?
I will humiliate you in front of everyone
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors
You are not even good at pretending to be someone else
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
Let's think about what is going to happen if you continue to provoke me
You whack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe
You are terrible, delusional, and your girlfriend is promiscuous
You're broke, the kid ain't yours and everybody know
You are poor, and the child you are claiming is not yours
Your old man say you stupid, you be like, 'So?
Your father thinks you are unintelligent, but you do not care
I love my baby mother, I never let her go
I am loyal to the mother of my child
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz, whinin' over pussy
I have no patience for men who complain about women
That don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
Why do they think they have a claim to something that is not theirs?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans an' them
They ruin things for people like my friends and me
Who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, man
We fight on our own merit, without the need for outside help
I bring down rains so heavy it hurts the head
I can cause destruction with my words and actions
No more talkin' put him in the dirt instead
Enough talk, let's take action and put him in his place
You keep walkin' lest you tryin' to end up red
You should keep moving if you do not want to end up dead
'Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
If I end up in prison, you will be killed
'Cause you's a soft type nigga, fake up North type nigga
You are weak and a fraud, like many others from the North
Puss like a soft white nigga
You are a coward
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water
Family is more important than anything else
We done been through the mud an' we quicker to slaughter
We have been through tough times and are more likely to use violence
The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out
The bigger the challenge, the more violent we will become
We run up in there, everybody come out, don't nobody run out
We will charge into a situation, and everyone inside will either come out alive or not come out at all
Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out
I am always prepared for danger
Nigga runnin' his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
If someone is talking too much, I will shoot him
Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin'
You are about to disappear
You know who gon' find you? Some old man fishin'
You will be found by a random fisherman
Grandma wishin' your soul's at rest
Even your grandmother wishes your soul will be at peace
But it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in yo' chest
It is difficult to accept your death when you were killed so violently
Contributed by Maria H. Suggest a correction in the comments below.