I’ve been thinking about doing some kind of Song of the Week or Lyrics of the Week type of article for a while, but just haven’t really put it together. This week I thought about it a lot more after the video for Yasiin’s “N***as In Poorest” dropped on Tuesday. Hands down Yasiin’s remix of the luxury rap record of the year takes the title for lyrics of the week. From the first bar, Yasiin takes on the voice and mind frame of a character totally bewildered by Jay-Z and Kanye’s wealth and crassness when it comes to money. Yassin’s voice is the voice of the majority, of the common people, especially when he raps, “what’s fifty grand to a young n***a like me? More than my annual salary.” He then continues to show just how out of this world “N***as In Paris” can seem through lines like, “Jumbotrons for astronauts”, “who gettin’ faded, Little Maurice in the sixth grade”, and “Diabetics, fish fillet.” While there are line by line quotables, my favorite couplet comes at the end of Yasiin’s second verse in which he raps, “Fake Gucci, my n***a, fake Louis, my killa, real drugs, my dealer, who the fuck is Margiela? Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance, It’s them n***as in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh.”
It’s a great song for the current times, and serves as some representation for those that are Watching The Throne, but at a great distance.
I posted the lyrics below. Enjoy. If you have a song you feel strongly about for Lyrics of the Week, hit me via email, twitter, facebook, leave a comment, whatever.
[Hook]
Poor so hard, that shit cray
[Verse 2]
These young bloods is looking scary at the mall
They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers
They rob a n***a in the bathroom stall
They took his life cause he ain’t want to take it off
Poor so hard, that shit cray, ain’t it, Bey? Diabetics, fish fillet
Poor so hard, your house so cold, n***a, it ain’t spring
Every winter landlord fuckin’ with my heat again
Bougie girl, grab your hand, show you how to do this ghetto dance
Fuck your French, we ain’t in France, I’m just saying
Prince Williams ain’t do it right, if you ask me
If I was him, I’d put some black up in my family
Fake Gucci, my n***a, fake Louis, my killa
Real drugs, my dealer, who the fuck is Margiela?
Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance
It’s them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh
[Verse 3]
To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall
As it was written before, amen, so it goes on
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
These devils out here lying, acting like the people ain’t dying
They silver and they gold, ain’t never saved a soul
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne
Signs through the earth and through the heavens, lunar, solar eclipses
We seeking for forgiveness and safety for our children
Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne
Don’t get caught up in no throne, Allah is in control