Camelot by NLE Choppa Lyrics Meaning – The Exaltation of Raw Power and Street Poetics
Lyrics
(FreshDuzIt)
Yeah
Huh, huh, huh
I ain’t gon’ say too much when a nigga speakin’ on that hot shit (yeah)
Fuck the police, ’cause them bitches ain’t gon’ stop shit (they ain’t stoppin’ shit)
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick (yeah)
Flyest nigga in the game, yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster (lobster)
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta (some pasta)
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas (yeah, yeah, gratt)
My niggas trappin’ out the bando (huh), shoutout to the Migos (the Migos)
If a nigga knock wrong, shoot him through the peephole (yeah, yeah, gratt)
The trap always open, bitch, we ain’t never closed (never closed)
We movin’ them packs and we movin’ them kilos
Step one, step two, do my dance in this bitch (huh, huh)
Got a hunnid some’ drums like a band in this bitch (bap, bap, bap, bap)
Mane she keep on bitchin’, all that naggin’ and shit
Hoe shut the fuck up and jus’ gag on this dick
I’m a side nigga, and I love when she swallow (yeah)
If a nigga say something, hit him wit’ a hollow
That glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco
Flexin’ on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo (bap, bap, bap, bap, bap)
School of hard knocks, let me take you to class (yeah)
My bitch is real skinny but she got a lot of ass (huh, huh, yeah, yeah)
I love counting money, I get a lot of cash
If you try to take it from me, his toe gon’ have a tag
I ain’t gon’ say too much when a nigga speakin’ on that hot shit
Fuck the police, ’cause them bitches ain’t gon’ stop shit
Oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick
Flyest nigga in the game, (bitch) yeah, I’m a cockpit
Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots
I be swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster
Bullets heat a nigga up, like he eatin’ on some pasta
And shout out to Kingston, I keep me some Rastas
All up in the party (yeah), you know we keep them carbons
Bring a nigga chills like I work at Baskin-Robbins (‘Robbins)
I love Batman, but a young nigga robbin’
Firework show, ’cause my niggas get to sparkin’
I’m a hot head, I’ll crash any second (huh, huh, yeah)
He speakin’ on who? Send his bitch-ass to heaven (who?)
Extended clips, when we tote them Mac-11’s (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
My niggas they be crippin’, they be screamin’ out them seven’s (yea, huh, crip)
Why you investigating me? ‘Cause I don’t know a thing
And I’ma always keep a solid, I’ll never sang (no no)
You know I’m Shotta Fam, always gotta rep the gang (Shotta)
He kept on dissin’ so a nigga had to snatch his brain
Huh
Had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Huh
I had to snatch his brain (had to snatch that nigga brain)
Yeah
I had to make it rain (make that mothafucka rain)
Yeah
R. Kelly let that fuckin’ choppa sing, yeah (make it sing)
Bryson Potts, better known as NLE Choppa, injects his listeners with an adrenaline rush of verses in ‘Camelot’, a fiercely raw track that lays bare the life, laws, and instincts of street survival. Through the lens of hip-hop authenticity, Choppa doesn’t just rap; he boasts, threatens, and dances atop a beat that marches like an army into battle. It’s a song of territorial pride and an unapologetic show of strength.
The title ‘Camelot’ invokes images of King Arthur’s legendary court – a symbol of nobility and a golden age. Yet, NLE Choppa’s ‘Camelot’ is far from a medieval tapestry of chivalry and valor. It is modern-day Memphis in all its gritty glory, a juxtaposition that creates a powerful frame for understanding the song’s subtexts and provocations.
An Ode to the Streets: Breaking Down Territory and Power
In the public lexicon, Camelot is a synonym for an idyllic place of greatness, but Choppa flips the concept on its head. He isn’t speaking of a utopia, but rather referencing a street or neighborhood that’s a battleground for dominance. To be ‘Posted on Camelot, wit’ a hunnid some’ shots’ is to claim uncontested sovereignty over one’s domain, armed and ready, in a context where might equals right and peace is maintained through the deterrent of firepower.
Choppa’s Camelot is his stamping ground where the rules of engagement are clear – cross the line and face retribution. It’s a place where ‘oppositions mad, if they play they gettin’ popped quick,’ a stark reminder that consequences in this realm are fast and final.
The Dance of Danger: Navigating Violence with Swagger
Against a backdrop of bullets and bravado, NLE Choppa performs his ‘dance in this bitch,’ a metaphor for his adept maneuvering through life’s risks and rewards. His confidence in navigating this space is palpable as he asserts control not just through physical power but through the psychological game of intimidation and reputation.
It’s a dangerous performance, with the potential for violence as immediate as the ‘hunnid some’ drums like a band in this bitch.’ Music and menace go hand in hand in Choppa’s narrative, the beats of his track synching with the metaphorical beats of the street.
Visceral Voices: Memorable Lines that Hit Hard
The track’s colorful language captures ears and delivers punches as heavy as the subject matter. One memorable line, ‘that glizzy (yeah), knock ya meat out ya taco,’ uses vivid street slang to poise a threat so tangible that listeners can almost hear the echo of shots fired. And, ‘Flexin’ on ya bitch, they call me Johnny Bravo,’ blends pop culture references with street slick talk to reveal an alpha persona.
These lines aren’t just catchphrases for the chorus but are hard-hitting reminders of the rugged persona Choppa constructs and the uncompromising world from which he hails.
Peeking Behind the Curtain: The Hidden Meaning in Metaphors
Undoubtedly, ‘Camelot’ indulges in the currency of violent imagery, but to dismiss the track as merely brash boasts is to ignore the layered significances embedded within. For instance, ‘swimmin’ wit’ the sharks, lil nigga you a lobster’ isn’t just a taunt; it’s a metaphorical delineation of the food chain in the streets, where survival is a ruthless game, and Choppa stands at the top.
The reference to Kingston and Rastas isn’t just a nod to diversity within the ranks but rather an echo of a rebellious spirit, a kinship with those who know struggle and the importance of loyalty. Thus, his lyrics are more than street tales — they are epistles from the edge, encrypted with the codes of the concrete jungle.
The Symphony of Aggression and the Beat of the Street
In dissecting ‘Camelot,’ it’s crucial to acknowledge the raw percussion and rhythmic aggression that accompanies Choppa’s lyrics. The music drives the message home; it’s a symphony of urgency that captures the chaotic pulse of Memphis streets where NLE Choppa hails from.
Every snare hit and bass drop aligns with the rapper’s depiction of life’s volatility, amplifying the sensation of being in the thick of Choppa’s world. The auditory experience isn’t just a layer to his words; it is an elemental part of the story, acting both as a support and as a medium through which the song’s themes hammer into reality.
