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The lyrics paint a stark picture of a crew operating with a ruthless, almost nihilistic, sense of consequence, underscored by the constant threat of violence and the preparedness for legal fallout. The opening question, "Are you in the Mafia?," sets a tone of organized, serious criminal enterprise, which the chorus immediately validates with boasts of aggressive action and the readiness to fund bail. This isn't just about street beefs; it's about a calculated readiness for the repercussions, highlighted by the chilling line, "If I catch me a murder one, I'm goin' to trial on it." The preparedness for legal battles, symbolized by "bond money," suggests a lifestyle where such outcomes are not just possible, but expected and budgeted for. The central tension lies in the juxtaposition of extreme violence and a detached, almost business-like approach to its aftermath. The narrator's crew is depicted as unforgiving, willing to strike even when a target is with their child or the babysitter, showing a complete disregard for collateral damage or innocence. This brutality is then directly linked to the financial means to handle the legal system, creating a cycle where the act of violence directly necessitates the "bond money." The lyrics suggest a world where the cost of crime is a known variable, and they have the capital to cover it, reinforcing their perceived dominance and lack of fear. A striking element of the craft is the casual, almost mundane, way extreme threats are delivered, often interspersed with mundane observations or boasts about wealth. The line, "She like to stare at the backyard, it's a pond on it," offers a brief, almost surreal moment of domestic imagery before snapping back to the harsh realities of their lifestyle. This contrast amplifies the unsettling nature of their preparedness for violence and incarceration. Furthermore, the repeated assertion of dominance, "Ain't no nigga that's bigger than me on 7 Mile, dummy," grounds their aggressive posturing in a specific territorial claim, adding a layer of localized bravado to their otherwise broad threats. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a specific, dangerous mindset. The writing doesn't shy away from the grim realities of a life where violence is a tool and incarceration is a predictable expense. By grounding their threats in tangible preparations like "bond money" and territorial claims, the lyrics create a potent, albeit disturbing, sense of power and control. The casual delivery of extreme violence, coupled with the readiness to face the legal system, makes the narrator's position feel both formidable and deeply entrenched in a dangerous, self-perpetuating cycle.

Damedot & Microwave Man - Rap, USA

BOND MONEY

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[Intro] Are you in the Mafia? [Chorus: Damedot] Don't never say it's up 'cause we gon' lay on niggas (Lay on) We not OVO even though we puttin' that Drac' on niggas (Drrt, drrt, drrt) My niggas not givin' no passes, they gon' catch him with his baby with him (Yeah) And they don't give no fuck, they gon' shoot the babysitter (Damn) We gon' go and get 'em, we got bond money (We got bond money) She like to stare at the backyard, it's a pond on it (Phew, phew) If I catch me a murder one, I'm goin' to trial on it (Goin' to trial on it) Ain't no nigga that's bigger than me on 7 Mile, dummy (Red Zone) [Verse 1: Damedot] Red Zone, we back, thеse niggas rats (Phew, they rats) Thеy be lyin' on the trap, talkin' 'bout selling packs (Niggas lyin') Boy, if you really having this shit, then where the fuck it's at? (Where the fuck it's at?) On my life, I ain't never seen y'all niggas with racks Keep it real, I get ki' money, you ain't seen money (Phew, ain't seen shit) Niggas can't even go out the country, you ain't seen nothin' (Haha) I swear these boys a whole lot of talk, a lot of mean-muggin' (They ain't on shit) Don't make me turn into a hair stylist and switch your wig for you, boy (Brrah, brrah, brrah) I'm in the latest, look at my fit It ain't just me, look at my bitch (Mwah) I can't argue with no nigga ain't got no kit (I told you that) If you broke as hell, say that 'cause I'm rich (Say that then) I just spent my whole advance on some brand new sticks (On some chops) You know I paved the way for this [Chorus: Damedot] Don't never say it's up 'cause we gon' lay on niggas (Lay on) We not OVO even though we puttin' that Drac' on niggas (Drrt) My niggas not givin' no passes, they gon' catch him with his baby with him And they don't give no fuck, they gon' shoot the babysitter (Blaow) And we gon' go and get 'em, we got bond money (We got bond money) She like to stare at the backyard, it's a pond on it (Look) If I catch me a murder one, I'm goin' to trial on it (Goin' to trial on it) Ain't no nigga that's bigger than me on 7 Mile, dummy (Red Zone) [Verse 2: Microwave Man] ARP go, "Blrrrd" (Watch out), free Shiesty Pooh Tomorrow, I might knock a nigga down dependin' on my mood (Dependin' on my mood) Out the house at 6 a.m., I'm never hittin' snooze (Never hittin' snooze) Only way you going viral when we put you on the news (On the news) Or Insta', we line niggas up, then tie they shoes (Tie shoes) Never say too much 'cause the police use that shit as clues Watch your motherfuckin' mouth (Mouth) 'Fore I come and stretch you out (Out) Fully automatics playing tag, never shoot at houses [Chorus: Damedot] Don't never say it's up 'cause we gon' lay on niggas (Lay on) We not OVO even though we puttin' that Drac' on niggas (Drrt) My niggas not givin' no passes, they gon' catch him with his baby with him And they don't give no fuck, they gon' shoot the babysitter (Blaow) And we gon' go and get 'em, we got bond money (Are you in the Mafia?) She like to stare at the backyard, it's a pond on it (Look, am I in the what?) If I catch me a murder one, I'm goin' to trial on it (Whatever you wanna call it, organized crime) Ain't no nigga that's bigger than me on 7 Mile, dummy

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Writers: Damedot
Microwave Man

BOND MONEY

BOND MONEY

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