English
Song 1
Murder on My Mind
YNW Melly
Claim: He killed someone that he had a personal relationship with.
From the lyrics I got an interesting look on what I thought the lyrics meant to me. In the song Melly mentions how he has murdered someone and thinking about murder. For example in the song he says, “I got murder on my mind” around 25 times through out the whole entire song. He also mentions how he as an addict or doing some type of drugs too get I guess you could say “Murder off his mind.” to ease the pain he has, but in this song I think he shot a close friend or family member. The reasoning behind this is because in the song the way he comes across it makes it sound like he was apologetic and genuinely upset based on most of the lyrics. In the song he mentions being in his jail cell thinking back and catching feelings about his actions wishing it wasn’t so. He’s sad he couldn’t receive love from his friends or family, also due to those actions. In one circumstances he says, “I didn't even mean to shoot ‘em, he just caught me by surprise.” The second line I have says, “I told ‘em it’s to late my friend, it’s time to say'' goodbye.” Even though he did kill someone which goes back to my original claim that he did murder someone, but not on purpose. I feel as if his message is that he’s sorry and didn’t want to do what he did. What I said was pretty close to what the song actually meant, I looked on genius to see what the song actually meant. This song was a sad story as you can tell from the lyrics in Melly's lifetime. The story behind this song is Melly shooting one of his close friends and holding him in his arms as he slowly died. Also in the song it mentions his previous time in jail because of drugs and guns. So I would say that my view on the song wasn't too far off of what the actual song meant.
Lyrics:
I ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that I'm tripping
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretending
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with Promethazine 'cause every time
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-Shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot 'em, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told 'em it's too late my friend, its time to say "Goodbye"
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Bite like tarantula, bitch I'm a animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Baby name Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch I'ma murderer
I might just kill the boy
Don't wanna kill the boy
Bake 'em up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
Grill the boy (grill the boy)
I'm bleeding so good I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Source: https://genius.com/Ynw-melly-murder-on-my-mind-lyrics
Song 2
Where’s Brooklyn at?
Biggie/Tupac freestyle
Claim: Life before being famous
This is the first time I have ever heard this song, and I’ve known most of Biggie's music. None the less from this Biggie and Tupac unraveled a lot in this song. For example Biggie mentions or at least what I think how many guns he has in the song, “I got seven Mac 11’s, about eight 38’s, nine 9’s, ten mac 10’s the shits never ends.” But also from this I could picture Biggie saying this to prevent people from messing with him because he also seems serious as well. Biggie also says, “I tote guns, I make number runs.” Which again mentions weapons and he carries them I would assume. The last quote from the song but one of the most important ones in the song I think says, “I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread.” From him saying that it seems as if in the song he mentions how he does crime and drugs for money. He is also living day to day, doing their best to get by day to day staying loyal to his friends and family while living in a ghetto. They seem inferior saying they never die, only retaliate, hate and multiply. Meaning they do crime to get by, dislike the likes of others by taking from them (mobbing) and stay together by being loyal to each other.
This song which I didn't know was a freestyle from all three of the people that rapped/ sang this song. There freestyle has appeared in multiple albums. Usually freestyles are made based on yourself. This song was related to them before the fame I would assume. Before where they struggled before they became famous you could say.
Lyrics:
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime your ready, check it!
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight
38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the shits never ends
You can't touch my riches, even if you had
MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weedspot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs drippin'
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening
Motherfucking Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with it 2Pac?
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfucking middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up
A straight soldier, bucking at the busters
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I - wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker, that you ever saw
https://genius.com/Funkmaster-flex-biggie-tupac-live-freestyle-lyrics
Murder on My Mind
YNW Melly
Claim: He killed someone that he had a personal relationship with.
From the lyrics I got an interesting look on what I thought the lyrics meant to me. In the song Melly mentions how he has murdered someone and thinking about murder. For example in the song he says, “I got murder on my mind” around 25 times through out the whole entire song. He also mentions how he as an addict or doing some type of drugs too get I guess you could say “Murder off his mind.” to ease the pain he has, but in this song I think he shot a close friend or family member. The reasoning behind this is because in the song the way he comes across it makes it sound like he was apologetic and genuinely upset based on most of the lyrics. In the song he mentions being in his jail cell thinking back and catching feelings about his actions wishing it wasn’t so. He’s sad he couldn’t receive love from his friends or family, also due to those actions. In one circumstances he says, “I didn't even mean to shoot ‘em, he just caught me by surprise.” The second line I have says, “I told ‘em it’s to late my friend, it’s time to say'' goodbye.” Even though he did kill someone which goes back to my original claim that he did murder someone, but not on purpose. I feel as if his message is that he’s sorry and didn’t want to do what he did. What I said was pretty close to what the song actually meant, I looked on genius to see what the song actually meant. This song was a sad story as you can tell from the lyrics in Melly's lifetime. The story behind this song is Melly shooting one of his close friends and holding him in his arms as he slowly died. Also in the song it mentions his previous time in jail because of drugs and guns. So I would say that my view on the song wasn't too far off of what the actual song meant.
Lyrics:
I ain't get to roll no weed, ain't get to roll no Swishers
I was locked up on Christmas, ain't get to see my niggas
Ain't get to hug my mama, couldn't even give her no kisses
Can't even post on my Instagram 'cause these pussy niggas be snitching
Everybody acting suspicious, might prolly say that I'm tripping
When I'm all alone in my jail cell, I tend to get in my feelings
And all I smoke is that loud, don't pass me no midget
And I'ma smoke all of my pain away 'cause that the only thing that gon' heal it
I don't understand these women who go around pretending
As if they really fuck with me, so I love 'em all from distance
'Cause the same bitch say she down to ride be the main one who tricking
Got Molly mixed with Promethazine 'cause every time
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
Yellow tape around his body, it's a fucking homicide
His face is on a T-Shirt and his family traumatized
I didn't even mean to shoot 'em, he just caught me by surprise
I reloaded my pistol, cocked it back, and shot him twice
His body dropped down to the floor and he had teardrops in his eyes
He grabbed me by my hands and said he was afraid to die
I told 'em it's too late my friend, its time to say "Goodbye"
And he died inside my arms, blood all on my shirt
I wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind (murder on my mind)
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Bite like tarantula, bitch I'm a animal
Melly's a savage, no he not no amateur
Baby name Angela, fucked her on camera
Bitch I'ma murderer
I might just kill the boy
Don't wanna kill the boy
Bake 'em up, say he want beef, we gon' grill the boy
Grill the boy (grill the boy)
I'm bleeding so good I might dip his ass in it and spill the boy
Murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind, I got murder on my mind
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK47, MAC-11, Glocks, and 9's
And all these pussy niggas hating tryna knock me off my grind
But I can't let 'em do it
I got murder on my mind
Bitch I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind
I got murder on my mind (I got murder on my mind)
Source: https://genius.com/Ynw-melly-murder-on-my-mind-lyrics
Song 2
Where’s Brooklyn at?
Biggie/Tupac freestyle
Claim: Life before being famous
This is the first time I have ever heard this song, and I’ve known most of Biggie's music. None the less from this Biggie and Tupac unraveled a lot in this song. For example Biggie mentions or at least what I think how many guns he has in the song, “I got seven Mac 11’s, about eight 38’s, nine 9’s, ten mac 10’s the shits never ends.” But also from this I could picture Biggie saying this to prevent people from messing with him because he also seems serious as well. Biggie also says, “I tote guns, I make number runs.” Which again mentions weapons and he carries them I would assume. The last quote from the song but one of the most important ones in the song I think says, “I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread.” From him saying that it seems as if in the song he mentions how he does crime and drugs for money. He is also living day to day, doing their best to get by day to day staying loyal to his friends and family while living in a ghetto. They seem inferior saying they never die, only retaliate, hate and multiply. Meaning they do crime to get by, dislike the likes of others by taking from them (mobbing) and stay together by being loyal to each other.
This song which I didn't know was a freestyle from all three of the people that rapped/ sang this song. There freestyle has appeared in multiple albums. Usually freestyles are made based on yourself. This song was related to them before the fame I would assume. Before where they struggled before they became famous you could say.
Lyrics:
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at?, Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime your ready, check it!
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight
38's, nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, the shits never ends
You can't touch my riches, even if you had
MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weedspot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the Lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs drippin'
When I throw my clip in the AK
I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin' babies at they christening
Motherfucking Biggie Smalls
What you gonna do with it 2Pac?
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfucking middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, though I'm stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a MacK 10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, hold up
A straight soldier, bucking at the busters
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I - wanna
And ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker, that you ever saw
https://genius.com/Funkmaster-flex-biggie-tupac-live-freestyle-lyrics