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Chopped
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Soundtrack
Chopped was released on July 13, 2018 by Republic/Oakland Moving Pictures as a part of the album Blindspotting: The Collin EP
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Release DateJuly 13, 2018
LabelRepublic/Oakland Moving Pictures
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Performer
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daveed Diggs
Daveed Diggs
Songwriter
Rafael Casal
Rafael Casal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Reaux
Reaux
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, uh huh
Look
[Verse 2]
I got the squad in here (In here)
Brought the motherfuckin' mob in here, boy
We been on our job this year
So run up if you wanna get chopped (Chopped) chopped (Chopped)
[Verse 3]
Uh, I got the juice now
Fuckin' with me 'cause I got the juice now
Y'all been busy pickin' out your fruit
I been trippin' round the world, spittin', stackin' up this loot, ow
Still, nobody know me though
They just know we got a style they never heard before
Wanna consolidate it to a word they know
But they ain't got no language for this shit that we been slangin'
Ho, it's danger though, know that
Sugar water and Prozacs
Suckin' up all that sweet shit, Tootsie Rolls like you Kojak
Well, fuck it, who loves you, baby?
These suckers been tryna play me
That's lotto with hollow tips
If you pickin' bones, don't be lazy
[Verse 4]
That Jenga stack is lookin' wobbly
Like a gust of wind might come in and fuck up your whole monopoly
The problem is, you thought this was a game from jump
I came in, about my business, took aim and pump
Go 'head, pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces)
Pray to your painfully average, white Jesus
A fear of failure and Hell is the basis of your thesis
Come talk to a real monster, let me show you what a beast is
[Verse 5]
Got the squad in here (In here)
Brought the motherfuckin' mob in here, boy
We been on our job this year
So run up if you wanna get chopped (Chopped) chopped (Chopped)
[Verse 6]
Uh, I got the juice now
Oh, you wanna squeeze me for my juice now?
You talk a gang of shit, but where's the proof, boy?
Run up if you wanna get chopped (Chopped) chopped
[Verse 7]
Doors open, rollin' down West Grant, yes, ma'am
Curve 'em like a question, Mark, I got a deadpan
Demeanor at the moment meanin' try me
Son, your ass so hard, it make your mama high five me
I be all up in your blood like an IV
Ivy League credential back when, ooh, I think they like me
Made them boys a franchise, I was standin' man size
Mayonnaise sandwich in my hand, thought I was damn wise
Standin' on my damn site, wiser now
Catch the wizard risin' out the Earth, see
Check the competition in the hearse, see
Check the checks deposited for verse three
All the words they payin' for are just me tryna burst free
[Verse 8]
Bird out the guitar solo, more Charlie Parker on the alto
In the whip to Vegas, and we just passed by Rialto
Me and my dogs, we hungry an we comin' for the Alpo
All of us got bars so heavy, they like, "Where the Balco?"
But these muscles all natural
Now watch me flip some bullshit into a cash cow
Milk the game for everything she worth and then back out
Pail in hand, you palin' in comparison, so back down
[Verse 9]
Got the squad in here (In here)
Brought the motherfuckin' mob in here, boy
We been on our job this year
So run up if you wanna get chopped (Chopped) chopped (Chopped)
[Verse 10]
Uh, got the juice now
Oh, you wanna squeeze me for my juice now?
You talk a gang of shit, but where's the proof, boy?
Run up if you wanna get chopped (Yeah) chopped (Yeah)
[Verse 11]
Fuck a popped collar (Woo) I'm a Rottweiler (Yeah)
Ready and rotten, off of the toxin with a subdued posture (Yeah)
Evolvin' often, I'm a new monster
Been a minute since I had a Bruce Banner moment
But don't confuse calmer (No) with a weepin' willow
I'm a sneaky silhouette slippin' through your window
Leavin' swimmers on your bitch's pillow
Gentleman until I'm pushed to corners (Yeah)
Then I gotta remind 'em what kind of type am I
From this Northern California
Slinkin' forward over this sink I just threw up in
Told Shawn I was done with Robitussin but listin' up a dozen
Feelin' vindicated, but I know my thug is bubblin'
Hood in you is always cookin' underneath these public functions
[Verse 12]
Public discussions just pushin' my buttons
Who are these Trumpin' supporters? Are they confused or concussion?
Is this the KKK or have they just been sippin' the Kool-Aid?
Why do we follow the Devil? He just money in toupees
I'm from the water
Underrated nation till I'm done playin'
Then got a bodybag waitin' for anyone claimin' A1
If you ain't one, I suggest you vacate the station
I've been patient, but you'd better pray
They don't let me up in this new formation, 'cause
I'm your favorite rapper's most hated rapper (Yeah)
If I get on, he ain't sure if he makin' playoffs after (Ooh)
Juice boys got the best brew and I hate to toot my own horn
But I mean brumpf, motherfucker, brumpf, yo
[Verse 13]
Yeah, got the squad in here (In here)
Brought the motherfuckin' mob in here, boy
We been on our job this year
So run up if you wanna get chopped (Chopped) chopped (Chopped)
[Verse 14]
Uh, I got the juice now (The juice now)
Boy, you wanna squeeze me for my juice now?
You talk a gang of shit, but where's the proof, boy?
Run up if you wanna get chopped, chopped
[Verse 15]
Rise and shine, Mr. Hoskins
You don't wanna be late
Yes, listen
Written by: Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal
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