Wicked Wisdom
of Montreal Lyrics


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I'm a motherfucking headliner, bitch, you don't even know it
(Process it)
I'm a motherfucking headliner, bitch, you don't even know it

Why's it white girls don't ever have any ideas?
And they don't even know
What's on my channel
But that's true for almost everyone
Everyone but you
My goat, my crab, my scorpion
You're my icons 'cause you're different
You're different

I love wicked wisdom
Half turn my at two wet come free
Don't send me no more evil visions
They just stab my heart.

I'm just a black she-male
And I don't know what you people are all about
What you people are all about
I just know how to make it
(Peanut butter) Like this

Oh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Shan't you see it baby
Oh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Shan't you see it baby

[Chorus]
When we get together
It's always hot magic
When we get together
When we get together
When we get together
It's always hot magic
When we get together
It's always we are the champions, my friends
When we get together
We're gonna hit
What you work with

Ooh, you've got such super wicked style
Show it to me baby
Let me see it baby
Show me to your baby
Oh, you've got such super wicked style
Show it to me baby
Let me see it baby
Show me to your baby

[Chorus]

All I care to hear
All them standing gray insects inside the house machines
Knowing what's coming next
Something temporary reference for the other side
All I care to hear
Elitist's commentary about some fated press limited edition
I hear the toy ball bouncing on Jihad would do their elegant conceit
All I care to hear
You have such power to destroy




No time to process that now
So iconic in my mind

Overall Meaning

The song "Wicked Wisdom" by of Montreal is a reflection on the music industry and the impact of fame on the individual. The lyrics are delivered in a stream-of-consciousness style, addressing topics such as race, gender, individuality, and creativity. One of the main themes of the song is the artist's struggle to maintain their artistic integrity in the face of commercial pressures. The artist recognizes their own talent and creativity, yet they feel that they are constantly being held back by industry demands.


The opening lines of the song assert the artist's dominance as a headliner and call out the assumption that they are unknown. They then critique the lack of vision in white girls and the general apathy of the public towards the artist's work. Despite this, the artist finds inspiration in their "icons," who are different and unique. They then express their love for "wicked wisdom," the idea of combining contradictory concepts into something new and exciting.


The chorus of the song expresses the artist's desire for true connection and magic in their relationships. They reject the idea of superficiality and seek something deeper and more meaningful. The song ends on a somber note, with the artist acknowledging the power that fame and success can bring, but also recognizing the vulnerability and fragility that comes with it.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm a motherfucking headliner, bitch, you don't even know it
I am a successful and popular artist and you don't even realize it


Why's it white girls don't ever have any ideas?
Why is it that white girls seem to lack creativity?


And they don't even know What's on my channel But that's true for almost everyone Everyone but you
Most people are unaware of the content on my channel, but you are the exception


My goat, my crab, my scorpion You're my icons 'cause you're different You're different
You three animals are my inspirations because you are unique and different


I love wicked wisdom Half turn my at two wet come free Don't send me no more evil visions They just stab my heart.
I enjoy wicked wisdom, but the influx of negative thoughts and visions is hurting me emotionally


I'm just a black she-male And I don't know what you people are all about What you people are all about I just know how to make it (Peanut butter) Like this
I am a black transgender individual and I don't understand the motivations of most people, but I know how to succeed


Oh, just a look at her is god Can't you see it baby Can't you see it baby Shan't you see it baby Oh, just a look at her is god Can't you see it baby Can't you see it baby Shan't you see it baby
The girl in question is divine and beautiful, can't you see it?


When we get together It's always hot magic When we get together When we get together When we get together It's always hot magic When we get together It's always we are the champions, my friends When we get together We're gonna hit What you work with
Whenever we collaborate, it results in amazing and magical things, like we are unstoppable champions


Ooh, you've got such super wicked style Show it to me baby Let me see it baby Show me to your baby Oh, you've got such super wicked style Show it to me baby Let me see it baby Show me to your baby
Your style is amazing, show it to me and let me see more of it


All I care to hear All them standing gray insects inside the house machines Knowing what's coming next Something temporary reference for the other side All I care to hear Elitist's commentary about some fated press limited edition I hear the toy ball bouncing on Jihad would do their elegant conceit All I care to hear You have such power to destroy No time to process that now So iconic in my mind
I am uninterested in hearing repetitive, temporary or snobbish commentary, I am focused on those who hold power and are iconic in my mind




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KEVIN BARNES

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