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Superbagg
90
Hip-Hop/Rap
Superbagg foi lançado em 16 de maio de 2025 por Chuck-D PS/ Def jam como parte do álbum Chuck D Presents Enemy Radio: Radio Armageddon
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Data de lançamento16 de maio de 2025
SeloChuck-D PS/ Def jam
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM100

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Chuck D
Chuck D
Vocais
Blak Madeen
Blak Madeen
Interpretação
Dj Mrok
Dj Mrok
Programação
C-DOC
C-DOC
Programação, Scratch
Yusuf Trombly
Yusuf Trombly
Vocais adicionais
Al-J
Al-J
Vocais adicionais
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Violão
Carl Ryder
Carl Ryder
Programação
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Yusuf Trombly
Yusuf Trombly
Composição
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Composição
Carlton Ridenhour
Carlton Ridenhour
Composição
David Charles Snyder
David Charles Snyder
Composição
Mark Manzo
Mark Manzo
Composição
Hassan Burton
Hassan Burton
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Chuck D
Chuck D
Produção executiva
Dj Mrok
Dj Mrok
Coprodução
C-DOC
C-DOC
Produção, Engenharia (mixagem)
JP Hesser
JP Hesser
Engenharia (gravação), Engenharia (gravação de vocais), Produção vocal
The LBK
The LBK
Produção executiva
Shawn Franklin
Shawn Franklin
Engenharia (masterização)
Dyre Gormsen
Dyre Gormsen
Engenharia (mixagem imersiva)

Letra

[Intro]
Ayo, this is Damage from Yaggfu Front and you're listening to Enemy Radio
[Verse 1]
Born out of tragedy, scorned by survival
Untitled intelligence drawn by the Bible
A trifling action, armed like a rifle
But my board keyboard, ask 'em to like you or psych you
Power of tickets to write you, to write you a sentence
A pen of bars to fight you, invite you to inside wars
Midnight czars, tonight, you not barber
You rob me of sanity, vanity, a calamity
Ushered by possible crimes on humanity
Russia, UK, US say they a family
Stole that silverback outta me
Why you be crowdin' me? Judge yellin' loud at me
I'm too old not to be proud of me
Listen, I'm stuck in my ways today
Society trapped in a daze, malaise
[Chorus]
It's a bird, it's a plane
It's a word of insane
It's absurd, see them train
Doin' anything for that Superbagg
Few words can explain
Got "get money" on the brain
Go gain, make it rain
Watch 'em all die for that Superbagg
[Verse 2]
Such a generian, no special effects on lock
Hide the pills in a sandbox
Pourin' champagne 'til it don't stop
Stoppin', so lock it on child lock
If sellin' the kids meant smellin' a bin, will it stop?
Where is the Vatican, who died? Oh Lord
There they go, arrogant man in the thousands
Who they call round to get, mention a snitch on yourself
Blame it on born again, oh, man, I'm hot
Let's prepare for survival
Understanding the weapon defenses
Living super— super— super— super— super—
[Verse 3]
I'm gettin' warm again, some of y'all won't
Won't even turn 'em a key
Lighten that radio, TV and turn
Night, y'all don't even see it yet
Third eye, fourth eye still bein' blind to the fact
Superbagg suckin' your money at
Prayin' a souls for the Superbagg
[Chorus]
It's a bird, it's a plane
It's a word of insane
It's absurd, see them train
Doin' anything for that Superbagg
Few words can explain
Got "get money" on the brain
Go gain, make it rain
Watch 'em all die for that Superbagg
We don't apologize for making these weapons
We don't apologize for making these weapons
We don't apologize for—
[Refrain]
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
[Verse 4]
Y'all loving the streets, they got your name
You die on the curb of another name
I'm gettin' tired of Superbagg gettin' fame
New generation's goin' the same old way
Goo-goo for gaga, cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs
Sucker see (Sucker do)
Superbagg stuffed full of prayers, pullin' hair
Now what y'all gonna do?
[Refrain]
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
Clap, clap, clap
Jump, jump, jump
[Verse 5]
Sirat al-Mustaqeem, more important than these music dreams
Getting fractions of a penny for your views and streams
Human beings all return to dust
Your family in the cemetery say, "Learn from us," what?
What's the fuss about the money you make?
And the food you consume 'til your stomach'll ache
Kids are runnin' for the bag like a stolen base
Ricky Henderson or maybe Vince Coleman, safe
[Verse 6]
Hold up, wait, holding weight with obesity
Roll with the blows repeatedly
Ruthless, approach easily
In one God, we trust no deities
Black-wards, go east with me
Know when to speak to me, bro, I keeps it G
Like the seventh letter, reckon you of the lesser
Evil, yet I greet you with peace, dude, destined for Mecca
The Kaaba Stone, arm and arm, onyx and coppertone
Leave the choppers at home 'cause we gotta atone
[Outro]
Many eventually climbing to their highest point in years
Jersey ask you to help keep America beautiful
We win, it figured
Written by: Carlton Ridenhour, David Charles Snyder, Hassan Burton, Mark Manzo, Michael Thomas, Yusuf Trombly
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