Song Meaning

The lyrics paint a picture of a lifestyle centered around excess and transactional relationships, framed by a defiant, almost nihilistic worldview. The opening lines immediately establish a tone of aggressive indulgence, with "big boy shit, big boy bands" and "big boy drugs" setting a stage of opulence and substance abuse. This sets the immediate emotional texture as one of hedonistic pursuit, where material wealth and altered states of consciousness are paramount. The repeated assertion, "I get so high, I get so blunted / I get fuckin all this money," underscores a core tension: the pursuit of wealth and the escape through intoxication are intertwined, forming the foundation of their existence. The central conflict appears to be a rejection of genuine connection or vulnerability in favor of a purely mercenary approach to life. This is most evident in the recurring phrase, "Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin', / Can't talk for less than a onion." This suggests a guardedness, where communication itself has a price, and silence is maintained unless there's a financial incentive. The chorus, particularly Slug † Christ's interjection, "Philosophy, ay / Lots of fee, lots of fee / I'm chargin lots of fees, ay / That's my philosophy," directly defines this transactional worldview as their guiding principle. It's a philosophy of self-interest and commodification, where everything, including their words and presence, is for sale. The most striking aspect of the craft is the deliberate repetition and the stark, almost crude imagery used to convey this philosophy. Lines like "Boy I take yo' hoe and leave a radio" or the aggressive dismissal in Verse 1, "Lick my fuckin' asshole," are not subtle. They serve to shock and emphasize a lack of respect for conventional norms or emotional reciprocity. The constant return to the chorus reinforces the singular focus on money and being "blunted," hammering home the idea that this is not just a phase but a deeply ingrained way of operating. The contrast between the pursuit of "philosophy" and the actual content—money, drugs, and transactional interactions—creates a dark irony. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching portrayal of a specific, albeit bleak, mindset. The writing doesn't shy away from its subject matter, using blunt language and relentless repetition to create a visceral sense of immersion in this world of excess and self-preservation. The "philosophy" presented isn't about deep thought but about a pragmatic, almost cynical approach to survival and profit in a perceived harsh reality, where the only currency that truly matters is financial gain and the only escape is through being "blunted."

Slug † Christ & Lil Tracy & Kemet Dank - Rap, In English

Philosophy

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Duration: 4:43

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[Intro: Kemet Dank] Oh Slug Christ, may you burn in hell forever Real big boy shit, big boy bands Big boy drugs, big boy loud Big boy gas Hahahahaha [Chorus: Kemet Dank & Slug † Christ] I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion Philosophy, ay Philosophy Damn, Philosophy Lots of fee, lots of fee I'm chargin lots of fees, ay That's my philosophy Lots of fee, lots of fee I'm chargin lots of fees [Verse 1: Kemet Dank] Live and you learn, let the sage burn Boy it's your turn to go get the burn I'mma teach a boy and I'm fuckin' learnin Boy I'm hella stern and I'll fuck a stern Call me Howard Stern, no radio Boy I take yo' hoe and leave a radio Straight stupid dumb, lookin' like Cuba Boy I take the ice cubes and send yo' ass to Cuba Boy you just got fuckin' banished, you a fuckin' bastard Lick my fuckin' asshole I'm a motherfuckin' god boy I'm chillin' with the gods, boy What you want witcha, ahh I'on even know ya I'on know where ya came from I'on wanna know boy Leave ya' shit to yourself Take a shit by yourself, clean yoself up [Chorus: Kemet Dank & Slug † Christ] I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion Philosophy, ay Philosophy Damn, Philosophy Lots of fee, lots of fee I'm chargin lots of fees, ay That's my philosophy Lots of fee, lots of fee I'm chargin lots of fees [Verse 2: Lil Tracy] Anything you can do, we can do Stay true, that's the true Smoke that boof Thirsty bitch, Yung Bruh cop a juice Spark the kush, smell like someone pourin' juice My philosophy is smoke another blunt You don't smoke? Well that nigga must be drunk What's yo bitch philosophy of me? Tracy hella pretty, smokin' trees [Verse 3: Slug † Christ] I don't wanna eat, I dont wanna sleep I don't wanna breathe, that shit is too beneath me One, two, three morphine's, then I think 'bout six morphine's I just wanna live inside my fuckin' dreams Fuck reality, I remove myself from the equation There's no room left, we out here wastin' What's that that you want from me? It's gonna cost ya, nothin' ain't free, nah Ay, I'm chargin' lots of fees Ay, that's my philosophy [Outro: Kemet Dank & Slug † Christ] I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion I get so high, I get so blunted I get fuckin all this money Keep my mouth closed, i'on say nothin' Can't talk for less than a onion Yah, philosophy, damn Lots of fee, lots of fee I'm chargin lots of fees, that's my philosophy Bitch, ay, did you not hear me? The first or second time? Let me tell you this one time That's my philosophy Lots of fee, lots of fee, lots of fee Philosophy, philosophy, philosophy, philosophy, philosophy

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Writers: Lil Tracy
Kemet Dank
Slug † Christ

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