Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Serious (The New Message)’ by 1st Infantry. 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 1st Infantry or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Gangsta, yeah nigga you know (you know)
Yeah, that’s right yeah this for all my Mobb niggas right here
You know(gangsta shit! nigga gangsta shit!) The whole family
This our shit right here, this our new anthem man
Yo
Broke niggas everywhere
Man I die to see ’em all son I just don’t care
My niggas droppin’ dead all around me yo
I stop goin’ to them wakes a few bodies ago
My man just came home and just like that
They hit again with murder he never coming back
Turn on my TV just for more bad news
Little shorty got him a gun and shot his school
Can’t even breathe cause the air so polluted
Got to wrap myself up in the sheets because of them roaches
The H-I-V the A-I-D-S
The only safe sex is to not have sex
We be sniffing, smoking or drinking that shit
Or poppin’ them P’s or shooting up IV
The modern-day slave trade, they blew up the World Trade
Like out with the old in with the new world way
[Bridge]
(Yo)
M-O-B-B-D-E-E-P man
We got guns that could take your head
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pop-Pop
[Chorus]
Shit is serious son, you niggas frontin’
Don’t make me have to body some(thing) (ha…you know)
Shit is serious son, you niggas frontin’
Don’t make me have to body some(thing) (foreal son, word)
Shit is serious son, you niggas frontin’ (know what I’m sayin’)
Don’t make me have to body some(thing) (niggas is crazy man, word man)
Shit is serious son, you niggas frontin’ (What you want?)
Don’t make me have to body some(thing)
Hey yo
New York, New York, The Empire State
I live hell nigga this the belly of the beast
I step foot out the crib, no shit
Gotta bring that hammer cause the drama don’t quit
Everybody want to be king, they ain’t fit
Look how I disrespect their team, cause they ain’t shit
They got good talk, but that’s about as far as it go
When it’s time for that murder, they don’t show
When it’s time for that fighting niggas is ghost
All you hear is straight crickets, niggas is bitches
I learn you niggas how to handle your business
That’s word to everything I love and God my witness
Bring that shit, I’ll show you how to work them millimeters
Bet my heater will smoke like reefer
All I want to do is get my money and re-up
Take a steps to all sovereignly for my freedom
Not trying to get caught up in global court
Fucked up trying to fight the case by global laws
Out in the Netherlands I got a better plan
I murder the powers and let Chuck fight them
[Bridge]
[Chorus]