The Big Nothing billy woods
"The Big Nothing" by billy woods, released in 2021, blends #HipHop with introspective storytelling. The lyrics explore themes of existential dread, societal disillusionment, and personal struggle. Woods' dense, poetic style and unique production create a haunting atmosphere, reflecting on the emptiness of modern life and identity. The song resonates culturally by addressing contemporary anxieties.
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Getting old
The protagonist smokes at home alone, stoned
Dingy housecoat, rotary phone
Hidden room where cheeba is grown
Occasionally roam, see what's gone
The Crone play keys of elephant bone
Took the chalice with a shrug, "when in Rome"
Sipped the cup of destruction
Pipe-head said "Lemme hold somethin'"
Dance like marionette
Numb to it all like I'm smoking wet
Yellowed newspapers said he opened for the greatest
Dusty books
Chain on the door, he know 'bout that jux
Go to church if you're shook, or get a pistol
Dollars amounted to a fistful
Tellin' you like big homie told me
"Black Girl Lost", "You Owe Me"
Coin of the realm, paid to trolls
Rake the coals
Negroes run till they out of road, dig a hole
Madder than Dame Dash, stockings full of coal
Their eyes was watching God top of the stripper pole
Passed dour to brothers on parole
Would say somethin', but what do I know?
Sweet chariot, swing low, scoop me
Trunk full of dro, speakers blown
Out of state plates, Ls lit, tempt the Fates
NY to D.C., barely tapped the brakes
White privilege
Cocky smile like you know my style
Todd Marinovich
Getting old
The protagonist smokes at home alone, stoned
Dingy housecoat, rotary phone
Hidden room where cheeba is grown
Occasionally roam, see what's gone
The Crone play keys of elephant bone
Took the chalice with a shrug, "when in Rome"
Sipped the cup of destruction
Pipe-head said "Lemme hold somethin'"
Dance like marionette
Numb to it all like I'm smoking wet
Yellowed newspapers said he opened for the greatest
Dusty books
Chain on the door, he know 'bout that jux
Go to church if you're shook, or get a pistol
Dollars amounted to a fistful
Tellin' you like big homie told me
"Black Girl Lost", "You Owe Me"
Coin of the realm, paid to trolls
Rake the coals
Negroes run till they out of road, dig a hole
Madder than Dame Dash, stockings full of coal
Their eyes was watching God top of the stripper pole
Passed dour to brothers on parole
Would say somethin', but what do I know?
Sweet chariot, swing low, scoop me
Trunk full of dro, speakers blown
Out of state plates, Ls lit, tempt the Fates
NY to D.C., barely tapped the brakes
White privilege
Cocky smile like you know my style
Todd Marinovich
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