Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Every Ghetto’ by 9th Wonder. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 9th Wonder or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Yeah man
So I start looking out the window
I see gun store, gun store, liquor store, gun store
Where the f*ck are you taking me?
We bout to twist it up
We bout to lift it up
We never givin’ up
The startin’ salary, it’s hard reality
Find solidarity
We got our leaders too but where they lead us to?
Do they leave us or they see it through?
Yeah we packin’ precious metals
Our shit is next level
We raise the threat level (?)
Every ghetto, every city, like (?)
They way too used to the mis (?)
How to concentrate, how to sit still
Murder rate permanent place in the top 10
We live here, these hipsters drop in
You hear them barrels cockin’
They say consciousness mean we ain’t rugged
Until you get beat within an inch of it
Self made dudes don’t get discovered
They actin’ like you owe ’em somethin’
Homie I don’t owe you nothin’
F*ck your beef
It’s way too early in the mornin’ for the hate
You ain’t brush your teeth yet Nigga
And your toast ain’t buttered
A perfect storm and the coast is flooded
First discovered and my flow got
A (?) stuttered
I’m good walkin’ in every ghetto around the world
The hood often embrace ya when you profound with words
I say the shit they relate to, I keep it down to Earth
Other rappers sound like they hate you, them niggas sound absurd
So when they walk through the ghetto, they get their chain snatched
They gotta talk to the ghetto to get their chain back
It’s like an open air prison and it remain packed
Nothin’ but straight facts
Any vibe for the people by the people
Ya-ya, giddy up
Who got the juice now?
Snatch it out your kitty’s (?)
Gave us watered down
This one for Basquiat
They be brushin’ with death, uh
Is this the art of war for cops?
We double-dutchin’ duckin’ shots
Every home ain’t got a Pops
Every man ain’t sellin’ rocks
A different will to win here
Different from switchin’ cars
They pray that we switch our bars
To a fiend from a metaphor
Worldstar, Worldstar
Lotta love and this life hard
Got us prayin’ like “oh God”
Illegally thievery think (?) easily
Frustrated we hate it
That’s why we scream out nigga we made it
It’s an odd future they ain’t know we was all some creators
Somethin’ from nothin’
Was told Kings walk and man you frontin’
For the people and by the people but them over money
I’m on my Viola Davis here, workin’ for justice
How you get away with murder?
Be a cop and just kill us
How we supposed to not catch feelin’s?
Innocent lives, boy we got kids in these buildin’s
I’m on my Viola Davis, it’s what you call a defense
For all the drama they gave us
I’m spittin’ Shonda Rhimes with
Too high for you like ganja
And (?) with
You still blacker than Hamptons
Still black and be rich
Spread lovin’ just the Brooklyn way, it’s universal
360 and the nine lives, woah