GOODMORNINGTOKYO! by TOKYO’S REVENGE Lyrics Meaning – Unveiling the Raw Energy and Defiance in Viral Beats
Lyrics
Yeah, ooh, uh, bitch, huh, um, uh, yeah, huh
(Yeah, uh, uh, pay for me)
(444, 444 hours bitch)
Okay, uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh, yeah, huh
(I need to see a doctor)
Bitch, look, look
(Red lean look like Clifford)
Nigga don’t like me, kill me right now, uh
Otherwise, nigga, pipe down, uh (bitch, bitch)
Y’all niggas rap too loud, nigga (y’all niggas rap too loud, yeah)
Shh, what’s that sound? Uh (what’s that sound? Yeah)
That’s me sneaking in your house with the choppa (brrt)
I’ma put that bitch in your mouth (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Good morning (wha?) My name is Tokyo (what’s up?)
Just like a window (yeah), I’m here to air it out
If a nigga don’t like me, kill me right now, uh (yeah, uh, ooh-woo)
Otherwise, nigga, pipe down, uh (yeah, what?)
Y’all niggas rap too loud, nigga (um, be quiet, be quiet)
Shh, what’s that sound? Uh (yeah, bitch)
That’s me sneaking in your house with the choppa (brrt, brrt)
I’ma put that bitch in your mouth (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Good morning, my name is Tokyo (good morning, good morning)
Just like a window, I’m here to air it out (hi, hello), bitch
He wanted beef in the parking lot, uh
My niggas dogs and we bark a lot, uh
Auto-bot choppas they spark a lot
I’ll beat your ass, I don’t care if it’s dark or not, uh (yeah)
Look, I can’t see the bullshit like Ray Charles, uh (yeah, yeah)
Y’all niggas fuck like James Charles, uh
Ran a train on your sister like a freight car, uh (haha, yeah)
That and a dick, same size of my AR, uh
Petco playing with the kitty, my nigga
I mean for really, my nigga
I mean the choppa hold a hundred-fifty bullets, my nigga
If you wan’ pull up, my nigga
Then we can’t do it, my nigga
I mean ooh, huh
That nigga pull up, he thought we gon’ fist fight
Lil’ did he know I keep the strap like a dizz-ike (haha, yeah)
Suicide door on my whips, slit my wrist like
That’s lil’ Tokyo, dirty with the dick right (uh)
I need that ice, I need that ice, bitch, I need the crystals
I need to put some diamonds on my pistol
That bitch want suck my dick, but I won’t kiss her, uh
Blow up like missile, huh, yeah, I blew up like a missile, huh
She blow my dick just like a whistle, huh (yeah, yeah)
My diamonds prettier than glitter, uh (yeah, yeah)
Nigga don’t like me, kill me right now, uh
Otherwise, nigga, pipe down, uh
Y’all niggas rap too loud, nigga (y’all niggas rap too loud, yeah)
Shh, what’s that sound? Uh (what’s that sound? Yeah)
That’s me sneaking in your house with the choppa (brrt)
I’ma put that bitch in your mouth (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Good morning (wha?), My name is Tokyo (what’s up?)
Just like a window (yeah), I’m here to air it out
If a nigga don’t like me, kill me right now, uh (yeah, uh, ooh-woo)
Otherwise, nigga, pipe down, uh (yeah, what?)
Y’all niggas rap too loud, nigga (um, be quiet, be quiet)
Shh, what’s that sound? Uh (yeah, bitch)
That’s me sneaking in your house with the choppa (brrt, brrt)
I’ma put that bitch in your mouth (doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Good morning, my name is Tokyo (good morning, good morning)
Just like a window, I’m here to air it out (hi, hello), bitch
Also I offer excellent toe sucking services
Ladies, hit my line, @kyotosrevenge on Instagram, and Twitter
Ha, um, I’m also selling dick, forty dollars a inch
Snapchat premium, Amazon
You can download my dick off Google drive, uh
It’s up for auction on eBay
I got a dick-by-the-inch bargain sale, going on
On Craigslist if you’re interested
TOKYO’S REVENGE’s ‘GOODMORNINGTOKYO!’ has erupted onto the music scene with a seismic impact, resonating with an audience drawn to its explosive beats and unfettered candor. The track is a visceral expression of defiance, ambition, and the artist’s unapologetic persona—a raw testament to pushing boundaries both musically and culturally.
Delving deeper than the pulsating production and catchy hooks, the lyrics reveal an intricate blend of provocation, bravado, and a unique perspective on confidence. This discussion digs into the song’s layers, peeling back the artistry to uncover the nuanced storytelling at play in this modern anthem.
A Dichotomy of Sounds: Silence and Blast
The constant juxtaposition of loud rap verses against the repeated command for quiet (‘Shh, what’s that sound?’) portrays a dualistic nature in ‘GOODMORNINGTOKYO!’. It’s a play between what can and cannot be contained, between the restrained and the expressive. Tokyo’s Revenge leverages this duality of silence and noise as the groundwork for his invasive narrative—staking a claim in space, both physically and audibly.
This contrast is further amplified by the artist’s choice of symbolic violence (‘That’s me sneaking in your house with the choppa’), which underscores his intent to not only infiltrate the industry but to dominate it completely, an objective to be so loud that one cannot be ignored.
Mismatched Metaphors: Windows and Weapons
The phrase ‘Just like a window, I’m here to air it out’ crafts an unexpected metaphor, suggesting transparency and clarity, while simultaneously preparing for chaos—much like a window that’s about to be smashed. This represents his lyrical delivery style—clear, concise, but with the capability of delivering a disruptive impact.
The lines speak to an artist’s refreshing candor but can also be seen as a declaration of airing out dirty laundry, or exposing truths within the industry and amongst his peers, through the use of his potent ‘weaponry’, his lyrics.
Confronting Challenges with Bravado
‘Nigga don’t like me, kill me right now, uh / Otherwise, nigga, pipe down’—here lies the crux of the song’s bravado—a direct challenge to adversaries. It embodies the classic hip-hop trope of confrontation and resilience, an artist’s readiness to face opposition with unyielding determination.
These audacious lyrics perpetuate a sense of invincibility. For Tokyo’s Revenge, the invitation for a showdown is steeped in confidence, daring anyone who disapproves of his presence to test his resolve.
The Veil of Hubris Uncovered
While at face value, the song’s lyrics might read as sheer arrogance, they hide beneath them an acute consciousness of the artist’s place in a cutthroat environment. This perceived hubris is a mask, a defense mechanism that presents an indomitable facade. It is a strategic announcement of the artist’s dominance and relevance in the game.
The hidden meaning unfolds as one recognizes this as a survival technique—necessary for anyone trying to carve out a space within the ruthless world of music. Behind the bravado, there might be an echo of vulnerability that fuels the necessity to be loud and assertive.
Memorable Lines and Their Lasting Echo
Lines like ‘I’ll beat your ass, I don’t care if it’s dark or not’ serve not just as shock value but as illustration of determination, uninfluenced by external factors such as ‘dark or not’. The lyrics paint him as always ready, prepared for any challenge, regardless of the circumstances.
Moreover, the quip ‘I can’t see the bullshit like Ray Charles’ is a clever wordplay that confronts fakes and pretenders with sharp wit, suggesting that despite being blind to nonsense, he’s all-seeing when it comes to authenticity.
