Genesis by $uicideboy$ Lyrics Meaning – The Anthem of Reckless Triumph and Tragedy
Lyrics
Get over here, I said get over here
Gutter chump, ahaha
You know they say that money is the root of all evil
No wonder I love it so much
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin’ slow-mo in a four
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin’ slow-mo in a four
Ayy, sold my soul to the Grey, became a household name
I claimed my grave and chained my name
I’m out the game, I don’t play to win
I don’t play at all and win by default
I climbed to the top just to see how far down I would fall (yikes)
Looked up at the heavens and thought they looked small
Below me, a valley of demons constantly scheming
I look back down, thinking “Fuck all of y’all”
I came into this world as an accident
Blazin’ trails just to get a whiff of that blackened scent
Pull up in the Porsche if the Benz got in an accident (fuck)
I’ma have to get my car wrapped again
I’m back again, back against the wall
Tryna live it up before the curtain falls
White knuckle grip holding up my Grey cabal
Any questions? Give one of my managers a call (bitch)
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin’ slow-mo in a four
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin’ slow-mo in a four
Used to hide from the pigs, now it’s the IRS
Wetto still white trash, fuck all the alphabets
Ain’t a damn thing changed but the change I got
All these chains came from pain and the blame I rock
Just gimme the drop, gimme the spot
Give me the time, give me the place
Ringing the nine, bringing the mob
Keeping the iron by my waist
Off of the lines like a race
My decline gave me space
To get my mind to redefine what the fuck I’m looking for today
So it’s fuck an intro, fuck what you think you know
$crim was better on dope (fuck, I heard that before)
Pullin’ crowds like the pope, heard you broke and it shows
I won’t say no names, though, but he got a cameo (oh)
$uicide ’till the murder show (Grey-Grey)
Been gettin’ head all around the globe
Backstage hoes, tell ’em, “Tally-ho!” (Maybe Oddy, though)
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, ridin’ slow-mo in a four
Fuck an-fuck an introduction, bitch, you already know
$uicide death row, $uicide death row
In the world of hip hop, few acts can marry gritty authenticity with poetic grandeur quite like $uicideboy$. Their latest offering, ‘Genesis,’ is a candid lens into the duo’s labyrinth of thoughts, mirroring the highs of fame against a stark backdrop of existential reckoning.
Eschewing the traditional structures of hip hop, ‘Genesis’ is a heady cocktail of languishing introspection and braggadocio, the signature blend that $uicideboy$ have refined to an art. It’s a symphony composed in the key of raw realism, draped in the opulence of their menacing beats.
Diving into the Duality of Desires
At the heart of ‘Genesis’ is a dichotomy, the lust for money juxtaposed with the self-awareness of its corrupting nature. The opening lines unapologetically declare a love for wealth amidst the adage that it’s the root of all evil. The $uicideboy$ revel in this contradiction, casting themselves as villains indulging in their vices.
Yet, their brash confidence is a double-edged sword. Each boastful verse carries the weight of inevitable decline. The duo recognizes the fleeting nature of their success, the temporary high of the glittering lifestyles they portray.
An Ode to the Escape from Monotony
Assertively dismissing the need for introductions, the song underscores their notoriety. The repetitive chant, ‘$uicide death row,’ serves as a battle cry, a dismissal of banality. They’ve moved beyond conventions, now in a league of their own where only the loudest statements echo.
The relentless rhythm underscores their journey from obscurity to the spotlight. Yet, they suggest that even at the zenith of fame, the allure of the world below persists—where once they were unknown, they now see the entire game from a privileged vantage, uninterested in playing.
Unpacking the Hidden Melancholy
‘Genesis’ is no victory lap but an introspective lament. The lines, ‘I climbed to the top just to see how far down I would fall,’ unveil a hidden melancholy within triumph. It’s a chilling acknowledgment that the pursuit of greatness is, in part, a dance with despair.
This sentiment permeates the track, as allure gives way to isolation and weariness. The valley of demons ‘constantly scheming’ is a metaphor for the industry, the pressures, and the internal battles they encounter, invoking a sense of solitude in their stance.
Unraveling the Cavalcade of Memorable Lines
‘Genesis’ is embroidered with lyrics that claw at the listener’s psyche. ‘Just gimme the drop, gimme the spot’ conveys a readiness to pounce at any opportunity, a hunger undiminished by success.
‘$crim was better on dope’ is a self-referential barb, a nod to criticisms both external and internal. It’s a raw confessional that underscores the reality of their journey—one marked by personal struggles and public perception.
The Cultural Tapestry Weaved by Wordplay
The cultural references are a patchwork that adds richness to the tapestry of ‘Genesis.’ Casual mentions of the IRS, Benz accidents, and pulling crowds ‘like the pope’ are more than braggadocio; they are signifiers of status, both claimed and ascribed.
Every phrase, from the satirical ‘all around the globe’ to the enigmatic ‘he got a cameo,’ is a thread in the larger narrative fabric of $uicideboy$’ artistry. They paint vivid stories not just of their lives but also of the times they inhabit.
