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Guns

by Quelle Chris

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We load up lift and shoot Nathan much else to do Been packing since a yoot Me and my bro-ito Scoo Studied gunslinging from 89 to new thousand 2 Prayed if I paid my dues I’d grow big to be just like you Some played the nest I flew Trigger happy ass Q Too immature to set safeties on, grow old and dig roots Most of my day ones turned in they AKs for 401ks And when I’m in love too drunk offa firepower to placate So I load up life and shoot Nathan much left to do Sleek rifle look like new Me and my bonnie nukes Knowing the day will come when some youngin step to me spooked Saying when they pay they dues they’ll grow up to bust like Q All guns for hire Trying Some targets set on truth Just pray and spray you’ll find it Endangered on the loose Most choose to move in silence but no suppressor could mute What lies within this chamber No day is bullet proof So we load up lift and shoot Nathan much else to do Been packing since a yoot Me and my bro-ito Scoo Praying the climate change in this game maintained by the youth Watching em run and gun til they grow up to be like
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Guns 03:12
Just because you packing out here lax fam you ain’t Tupac Granny keep a loaded 45 right inside the glove box Brandon shot his first keystone ‘fore he could spell his last name Jr learned to load from uncle Charlie at the card game Kelly lit her school up like it’s 4th of July Where she from them 22s more patriotic than pie New year shoot up the sky Shooters boot up and ride Popos show up and fire Know there’s nowhere to hide Before I be in ya city coming to ya city I be in your city Coming to a city near you In your city Coming to ya city I be in your city Coming to a city near you (2x) (Why why) I pull up get out shoot you right in the mouth I boot up shoot up come right in ya house (4x) They hollerin give me back my bullets Lynyrd Skynyrd new Van Zants If you own it then you’ll pull it Maybe so. Probably not They spend billions like civilians won’t catch trickle from the top Just to protect or to progress what but little bit we got Bruh bruh I’m your friendly neighbor I stay on yo block I protect and service I big game buckshot Ain’t no cracking that code ain’t no safety on locks Might as well get you one Procrastinating will get you popped Thats why I be in your city coming to ya city I be in your city Coming to a city near you In your city Coming to ya city I be in your city Coming to a city near you (2x)
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Me and mine bout to shine that’s for muthafuckin sho Feeling vip fill a zip full a muthafuckin smoke We got brown we got white and some muthafuckin Guinness Ain’t nobody here tripping some mind yo muthafuckin bidness I run game with the Jeanie no cheat codes For the fill up psycho killing like devo That shit we burn down in the house you bet not reach fo Have a nigga praying to the lord Timmy Tebow I ain’t trying to stunt I post in the back Can’t eat with them niggas Most them niggas is actors You ain’t got no homies all your homies is rappers. Mines rode for me then and they gone ride for me after We got a big ass bong with some big ass blunts Why you coming around What yo butch ass want Talking bout how you know me No yo snitch ass don’t I done done a bunch a shit that yo lil ass won’t Me and mine bout to shine that’s for muthafuckin sho Feeling vip fill a zip full a muthafuckin smoke We got brown we got white and some muthafuckin Guinness Ain’t nobody here tripping some mind yo muthafuckin bidness Mind yo muthafuckin bidness Couple spots on the list we bout to flip tonight What we sipping hit a nigga like kryptonite Ain’t no losing on this side my outfit survived. If you get in where you fit in might switch ya life. Want my money at the door like cod Plus the crown hold it down like POP. You in town tryin to clown on GOD They gone shut the shit down only OG I be Hollywood Hawking. I might flex low key I ain’t guest list trolling I pull up just me Pumping up how you buffing bro you ain’t on team If you ain’t fam now then you ain’t gone be
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Let he who is without cast the first get out of our country Oh the hypocrisy Another tongue and cheek ode to the democracy to help normalize the day to day atrocities By the law of the land as planned by man upstairs from Lehem with the long blonde hair. Oh the irony all these multiculti hating whities who fetishize some brown on ivory Aka bless the USA And true blue bloods who trust American way Hate in the name of love Sin ain’t a sin if the pen pushes them vs us From under the ship to behind the truck Behind the truck to the back of the bus Now we making it by going back where we was Progress is a long road so buckle up cause it’s the law It’s the law nigga It’s for me it’s for you it’s for all nigga If God made the law you should follow it Just like god made this dick you could swallow it Bless the law It’s the law nigga It’s for them it’s for they it’s for all niggas Cause god made the law you should follow it Just like god made these balls you got damn joke 1 oath your hope went up in god damn smoke. skin worn thin from the whips and the ropes. Yo I ain’t scholarly but why hate equality lest you despise my rise or think it brings you down with me. Monkeys who gang bang chained to the street honkeys with gang brain armed to the teeth. Both full of hate served on plates by the same chefs of death feeding open wounds open flames. You can’t handle the truth what they’d do to the least they’d do to the chief and the priest if they need. released binds and bonds buts our minds all fucked. Being the tried is a wild ride so buckle up. it’s the law Break the law nigga It’s for white it’s for black it’s for all nigga If God made the law we should follow it Just like god made the heavens and the earth And it was so And God saw everything he made and behold it was very good Dark skin nigga in a European suit The whip that drive them shit is European too My uncle tom went to Paris house with European views Like hey nephew your black ass could be European too Shooting dice with Kanye in a MAGA hat The real niggas in they gucci couldn’t handle that Two real niggas in Ralph Lauren trying to battle rap Now that’s beef of the mind ate the whole cattle back You mad my G he didn’t get the message Went to the beauty supply store to buy him more oppression The rigs of the mind the most lethalest of weapons Imma need me some more white privilage and good credit Goyard bags and yeah a real hood necklace Still feel me a little disrespected What I need more leverage when killing niggas in hoodies like that shit a hood fetish it’s the law It’s the law niggas It’s for me it’s for y’all it’s for all of us For the straight for the coochie and the ball lickers It’s the law for the black for the white it’s for all of us
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(Quelle) John the Baptist wore wild minks Strewn bout the room with a swoon and a wink Big body Bethlehem links. Top model playing piano while he thinks What’s perfection when life’s interesting on the brink Gregorian chants over drinks Reverence from legends historians seek. Tone of Charlie’s good grief With the soul of James’ good feet Those who never ate of strange fruits think his tooth is unique Yet within his group he’s very couth at the least Just well in tune with the movements of beast In the dark age he was unphased by the new waves And stayed true to his old ways Word on the streets was that he parted seas with ease and broke bread with saints and thieves The shade of his sleeve was the same as the slaves to king The ravens wit and the mood that brings The understanding of the enemy and power in the song one sings A boast that Joseph’s coat would beg to emote Feasting on meats that was bled from the throat Lambs and goats Wiping the the grease from said treats on the sleeves of his coats Messages received from burning trees was translated to tablets so the heard could read Indeed he ghost wrote psalms but few saw him on the scene Masterpieces for the paycheck said he wants the same they cut Mike for the Sistine Been a umpteen since he pissed clean and stopped attending lessons couple blocks from the bean Don’t try to rewrite your story when you die Johnny not wore wild minks and so will I (Mach) Little Johnny at the county fair managed the dunk tank Salame was twerking on Herod Her horse carriage was hunchback The north star challenge was dumb packed At the starting line 100 wise men 3 made the finish What made you talk about him He say forgiveness Love is tremendous just don’t fall in love with the image As below so above no pretending Left a stain in the shape of his mug on the linen Encumbrances sold drugs on the fences For sustenance He got a mean C-walk like Dub C Fuck a plea he step into the court and give them suckers grief Cup of tea See A thousand pigs drowned in a lake Piece of cake He in the state of G-race he in the Wraith He awake. He could evade jakes and beat the case Either way frequency mayday fucking with legal aid Need a break
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I’m balling y’all should put a nigga on a box of wheaties I’m skating when I dip just put me on a box of wheaties I flip it for the gold gone put me on a box a wheaties I hold up weight these haters need me on a box of wheaties I kick it they should stick a nigga on a box of wheaties I run it it zero hundred put me on a box of wheaties I par up bar for bar pa put me on a box of wheaties I KO every day yo put him on a box of wheaties Been on splash for 8 and a half feels Fellini Back to back ain’t have no time for dancing off the TD Keep my people with me like Kirk and GP They cant see me say he hard to read like graffiti Pen gym. bar work get ya numbers up Rake up in fall no chill in winter lit the summer up Oh you no nan y’all best start acting like you owe me some My brothers no sleep and my sisters roll Dahomey cause This shit right here This my year stepping out feeling the shit my dear Forget those fears Drip no tears For the rear let me make it crystal clear (2x) I’m balling y’all should put a nigga on a box of wheaties I’m skating when I dip just put me on a box of wheaties I flip it for the gold gone put me on a box a wheaties I hold up weight these haters need me on a box of wheaties I kick it they should stick a nigga on a box of wheaties I run it it zero hundred put me on a box of wheaties I par up bar for bar pa put me on a box of wheaties I KO every day yo put him on a box of wheaties (Denmark) Oh you fresh now Since the rider requests masala and eggs Some caviar and French shit Subscription to rich nigga monthly With Shad Moss on the cover limited edition My boot straps pull up
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This town ain’t the right size for you and I 6 million ways to fly who trying to die The moon got a dark side. I know a guy Who mix up a spliff like witches with newt eye Cocktails unlike the Tom Cruise kind Inhale choke up like a high noose tied I’m too down like the blue towel Alice the white rabbit and a white owl Owwww couple hits‘ll put ya lights out ciao Some white boys bringing the pipes out wow Spark Ls like dude getting the Dell For what they sell in the tubes many sit a cell Cotton mouth moving like Rochelle Farrell Hit the harvest with clippers like Sam Cassell Word to Dewey Cox you won’t get hooked ahk Laced or dip that shit turn your eyes Fetty Wap When that shit got lame we spiced up the game Brought out the blades and lined up cocaine Preferred off white but albinos okay To balance out the jump we rolled it up js Honey had the stylish chain with the scoop 4 troop packed in the stall like the coup Spontaneous interludes in the nude like Luke Musta been the X that made them look cute No peer pressure this campaigns grass roots Squad members hailing from the top to the bottom From coast to coast toast gamora and sodom We dying to die with mo problems. Smoke em if you got em Sip em if you got em Pop em if you got em Snort em if you got em Shoot em if you got em Eat em if you got em Drop em if you got em Take em if you got em Chew em if you got em Fuck em if you got em Roll if you got em (repeat) Farming the fungus like Mario the plumber You can smell the cocktail off the sweat from the summer Double the ration last trip was a bummer Had to hit the new connect my Bae Bro had the number You know the steez some Gs hit pharmacies Alchemy initially prescribed for they knees Over the border or order from over seas Or cop it off the corner Know a family down the street I support local business. Plus the head stays grass feed Til the eyes go blood red Who dat grew this shiznit? That shavelli had my wig split O M Jesus When we out of town hit the legal with the visa Know a bunch a stoners down to roll up til you seizure From coast to coast toast gamora and sodom We dying to die with mo problems
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(Quelle) All we need is just a straight shot from here Everything is just a straight shot from here Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here Follow me it’s just a straight shot from here Everything is just a straight shot from here All we need is just a straight shot from here Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here I believe it’s just a straight shot from here (Quelle) I’m ok Feeling like today Towed by the wind No fee no triple A Used to treating frito lay like gourmet Laughing shit alright Y’all ain’t gotta make my day I’m always making shit i like You must think I’m bobo the the foolish Hollerin bout relaxing while unloading all these full clips Focused like I’m telling stout to holla while im preaching to the pulpit I'm looking through and right above this bullshit Maybe it’s the libra Something bout that 50 50 in me I’m a pessimist also a believer Hopping off the precipice Stop to sniff the green up Take a few to let loose and bout half as much to clean up If bitches loved Sosa Joanie Chachi leant up What’s behind the poster Is it just as scenic Living like I’m sposed to. Loving like I mean it Ask him how he know. I don’t know I seen it Trust me doe I seen it (Bilal) Everything is just a straight shot from here All we need is just a straight shot from here Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here I believe it’s just a straight shot from here (Cavalier) There go Q talking’ me off a ledge again A veteran of this Sisyphus stroll allegedly I wanted off of this pitiful stone Letting go was proving too hard for mission control trajectory God please forgive my yesterdays If we was ever at odds I guess that’s my test of fate Would you believe I thought in the weight you’d suggest I take That it couldn’t be more your regard for my inner strength I guess I am human The news like a rerun The silver lining clouds exit mouths when the weed puffs I had to make allowance on account that I need trust To find my way up out of all this doubt that they feed us Maybe its the Aries something bout the chances The underdog’s plans just appeal to romantics Maybe its the fairy tales of a boy king high in the camps With just a sling in his hand that took a giant to pasture (Bilal) Everything is just a straight shot from here All we need is just a straight shot from here Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here I believe it’s just a straight shot from here (2x) (Quelle) All we need is just a straight shot from here Everything is just a straight shot from here Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here Follow me it’s just a straight shot from here Who are you What are you And what do you want from me Is it my money My joy My loyalty my compliance Should I laugh Should I cry Should I fear Why should I care at all I don’t even know you Yet still you are so close What is it in those words you say Each page you write The twists of your dance What are you and what have you done to me Who am I now What am I What was I before you
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Obamacare 04:27
I’m trying to burn this bitch down I ain’t trying to break in Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking Wait man Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air Shutting down your city then we outta there Everyone can get it like Obamacare Keep it buddy they don’t problems here Bucket over earlobes headache under headdress Grinding like I’m soon dying Till I’m laid up bed rest It’s Quelle Chris all day shit I don’t need no playlist Handsome black and headstrong you nervous till they nails gone Step out daddy long legs Cab Calloway stride Make a rapper freeze up like I was Zack in bayside I be knuckle down ape And bout my business back straight I was never weirdo They just had to acclimate Please they grip the draws like coppertone dogs But ain’t got shit to say like back when poppa doc lost More reach than doctor ocs arms Crazy trying to play me you better call saul train of thought on track RR my r&r Floating through the fog off more drugs than a debarg Don’t think it wasn’t when it was he’s no mirage This what’s happening it’s Rerun Dwayne and Raj I’m trying to burn this bitch down I ain’t trying to break in Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking Wait man Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air Shutting down your city then we outta there Everyone can get it like Obamacare Keep it buddy they don’t problems here I’m feeling like a million stacks How de fuck you do Seeing how you living bet you probably feel a buck or two Hoe shit insured sucka proof No deductible Good neighbors with state pharmaceuticals by the bucketloads That’s Big Green like ferrigno if you down like feather pillows We got wax without the earlobe If you matching hold the euro No tobacco just the pure smoke. Powdered keif looking like churros If you choke up you get higher Word to Bridget and dinero In a far south beach house ashy ass Knees out Barring up beats bounce eating steak and eggs til my feet gout Hippy type freak outs with woke whites who beast hype Dropping n words for my nigga friends only black folks can recite Thats free life Thought he wasn’t when he was it Been it from the beginning Just getting better every minute Smoking gun Catching the killer and creator Gave em 2 for 1 Don’t thank me later I’m trying to burn this bitch down I ain’t trying to break in Fuck yo opinion bout us to me don’t mean nathan I Brought the wave brought the rain brought the lake in Eyes on the cake and yours is for the taking Wait man Puffin Micheal Jordan catch a lot of air Shutting down your city then we outta there Everyone can get it like Obamacare Keep it buddy they don’t problems here Dumping dutchie guts out the window Keep it buddy strictly for the kinfolk Lighting up the outdoor in the indoor This ain’t for you this is for the kinfolk (2X)
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Who wanna be peanut butter with the mustard when you could be honey pudding with the custard We living like furs from sterling with the wing tipped gators If a hater try to intercept latter days Let me count the ways we stay money like patent leather jays Told me you love me and right then my whole life changed That old cliche thought I’d never love again And in you came Trust a nigga take a good situation and burn it down Yet every time we start walking way we start turning round And every 180 just led to the greater now I’m feeling like a youth again Eastlands and Eddie Bauer Cool Water doo rag We Lamont and Rollo you pitch a plan imma follow No shlameil no shlamazel no ordeal we can’t body hell I put that on everything my grand mammy and mammy yeah you me and nobody else. Can’t be with nobody else It’s you and nobody else Can’t sleep with nobody else Succeed with nobody else Get free with nobody else Co de with nobody else. Just you and nobody else You me and nobody else You me and nobody else Can’t be with nobody else You me and nobody else Can’t sleep with nobody else Succeed with nobody else Get free with nobody else Co de with nobody else. it’s you and nobody else (Jean) is even on my mind no question no second guessing could be the best at being just we and nobody else no needing nobody else (2x) I never would’ve imagined that we be an item Become a better me for you good lord knows I’m trying Every nights a slice of light Every days exciting No pressure put on to test us could break a diamond Stop it’s shining You my blessing all the best things At times when I run a mess you keep my head clean Plus the red 100 with the line under it They say when love is looking you can’t hide from it and now that it found me life worth waking up To take time for shaping up And when I win we win and spend it just how we rake it up When life is too short to sit and wonder where it’s taking us We grabbing reigns til wheels falling off the bus High flying no JAG We Lamont and Rollo I pitch a plan and you follow No shlameil no shlamazel no ordeal we can’t body hell I put that on everything my grand daddy and daddy yeah you me and nobody else. (Jonathan) is even on my mind no question no second guessing could be the best at being just we and nobody else no needing nobody else (2x)
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WYRM 03:19 video
Will you remember me I woke up at 5 in morning Wondered why When Every breath is just a step to death Every GOATs another second best When I die will I survive or will fade until there’s nothing left A second guess before I a light orange and white up but im pressed so the stress take another 0 and 1 lead Ain’t been the same since since the 2B let it bleed through me Swore I would join the 27 entertaining heaven And live it up real proper king shit til they dead him in between the lines of each rhyme is the same Saying will you remember me Am I just a moment for few to see Another black face rapping nigga on a cash chase Dozen for a dime A penny for your mind That one time Hoping the next sleep that I meet ain’t the brother with a cousin named RIP before his come up came I know the game Same one that had Pac in the tub wit the chains. Switching lanes. Kane in the robe with Godivas Growing pains family Seaver Often understated but they need us Will you remember me Over 20 albums deep And still a new artist every 2 harvests Candid creep Off another peak can it be Closer yet further way every leap Will you remember me

about

Every time a shooting makes the news talking heads pop up in small boxes and make loud arguments about how we shouldn’t rush to politicize what just happened. After all, the heads argue, guns don’t kill people. People kill people. But how true is that? Are the tools we use simply tools, innocuous until we give them meaning? Or are the things we surround ourselves with –– the things in our arsenal –– begging to be weaponized, for good or for evil? Guns, the new album from the critically acclaimed rapper and producer Quelle Chris, is a careful study of all these questions, an urgent record for urgent times.


“Guns is an arsenal of both sounds, styles, and subjects, Quelle says, taking a thorough look at “the words we say, what we fear, how we love, how we live, what we ingest, what we believe in, who we idolize, shit like that.” To this end, the New York by-way-of Detroit savant attacks his topics from multiple angles: there’s the jagged, minimal “Obamacare,” which plays like a confrontation, but there’s also “Wild Minks,” where Quelle and the enigmatic New Jersey rapper Mach-Hommy spin silk out of the softest textures in their parents’ record collections. In the service of examining big ideas with grave consequences, we get to hear a master technician deploying every piece of ammo he has.


In times that are often beyond parody, Quelle has never been a writer to shy away from the absurd. But Guns is dotted with references to the very real, painfully ordinary fates that might befall us –– be they getting gunned down in church on a Sunday or simply being forgotten by our friends after we’re gone. In preparation for both, Quelle lays his psyche bare. Maybe his identity is best summed up by the three-word descriptor he gives himself toward the record’s end: “handsome, black, and headstrong.”


Quelle handles the vast majority of production duties himself, with assists coming from Dane and Chris Keys. Guns covers sonic ground quickly: it opens with the skeletal creep of “Spray & Pray” and closes with “WYRM,” which is sweeping and contemplative. In between there are detours to the lush and playful (“PSA Drugfest 2003”) and to the grim and digital (“Mind Ya Bidness”). As always, Quelle delivers music that’s innovative and idiosyncratic without sacrificing the gut-punch of more commercial releases; in fact, there are moments when Guns rattles trunks like few rap LPs in recent memory.


Slated for release via Mello Music Group on March 29, Guns is Quelle’s third studio album in three years: each Quelle Chris album is distinct and fully-realized: see 2017’s Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often, an off-kilter probe into the ways we see ourselves, or see last year’s collaboration with Jean Grae, Everything’s Fine, which was biting satire for the dawn of a new dystopia –– and which was adored by critics, being named to ‘best album of the year’ lists by countless publications, including Pitchfork, The Wire, and Bandcamp, who dubbed it the best album of 2018.


Guns is not content to rest on those laurels. “My goal with this and all albums is to create pieces people can enjoy, start to finish, for decades to come,” Quelle notes, fully aware that in a fractured, streaming ecosystem, any shard of your identity released into the world might be the lone artifact that survives. This is a record that is constantly aware of the peril all around us, but instead of shrinking in the face of that knowledge, it reasserts its creator’s identity. Aided by excellent guest turns from the likes of Jean Grae, Denmark Vessey, Cavalier, Mach-Hommy, Bilal Salaam, and more, Quelle Chris has delivered perhaps the most pointed, most personal, and all-together perfectly crafted album of his career.

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released March 29, 2019

All songs written by Quelle Chris
Produced by Quelle Chris, Dane, Chris Keys
Additional Vocals by Bilal Salaam, Shaka King, & James Acaster
Additional Instrumentation by Dane, Chris Keys, Eldar Djangirov, Daoud, & Paul "Bae Bro" Wilson

All Songs Mixed & Mastered by Paul "Bae Bro" Wilson
"You, Me & Nobody Else" Mixed by Dane & Paul "Bae Bro" Wilson

Art by Quelle Chris
Layout by Cavalier & Quelle Chris

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