Saying that shit was a true joy
Though I'm not sure if what I'm fucking saying's a true story Taco Hemingway – Luck
If karma exists, one day DJ Khaled (aka the loudest motherfucker on the planet) will have a son who will turn out to be a mute.
I wrote this before he proposed to Nicki. Seeing as she is the second loudest motherfucker on the planet, I’d definitely throw her in this line for good measure.
It would be a joy for me to see Karma work so well. Then again, it probably doesn’t exist.
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse"
All my life i've been considered as a golden child
Mind is broken now, I try to tone it down, I don't know how
„All my life I've been considered as the worst
Lying to my mother, even stealing out her purse"
One of those occasions when a gift is a curse
„All my life I've been considered as the worst." Taco Hemingway – Luck
Push them over the edge of the bank so I can see them drown Taco Hemingway – Luck
Narcissism is a term that originated with Narcissus in Greek mythology who fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.
He then drowned in it, too.
This line has two meanings.
My enemies, they are narcissists, greedy for their own beauty. They watch themselves in the surface of the water. They are “leaning” over the river’s bank. I push them in.
However, their greed is extended to money. I push them over the edge of a literal bank ($) and watch them drown in Death’s arms.
The raised hands make me mad, you got a question then ask it Taco Hemingway – Luck
I have a couple of fans and I still don’t get how this is even possible. It’s visible in what I’m painting in the second line: a rapper, on-stage, cannot believe people have their hands up ‘cause they love him, so he thinks they all have a question they want to ask. “Could you please get the fuck off the stage?”
I'm inhaling grey smoke, it's chocking my lifespan
Red wine in my left, cigar in my right hand
Grab my chest. My heart's a jungle with ripe land
Watch him fight back. Leave them flabbergasted
Leaving green phlegm in your favorite rapper's casket Taco Hemingway – Luck
Race is always going to be an issue in hip-hop. I rarely feel the need to talk about it, though. This line does open the song, but it mainly serves me as a jumping off point for a passage painting the lines with colors.
The whitest black man inhaling grey smoke into his jungle-resembling heart, drinking red wine and spitting green saliva into the caskets of his dead enemies. Kind of reminds me of the album cover.
I want to make other men feel like little boys.
The rest of this verse keeps referencing various events common in the life of male teens. Having some favorite porn on VHS or a photoshoot in a worn magazine used to be important for boys becoming men.
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Song number 7 from “Young Hems”. It lists things that bore me in rap and places me in-between the “real” vs. “commercial” debacle.
The second verse is a TV-show-referencing extravaganza, which is something that tends to annoy me in hip-hop, but something I can’t stop doing. I simply cannot shut the fuck up about The Sopranos and The Wire.
“Halle Berry”, the title, is completely random, though it does reference an obnoxiously disgusting line from the song.
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