Pistol Pistol

D12’s song ‘ Pistol Pistol ‘ is all about ghetto life in Detroit. Detroit and its dangerosity is pictured in the song. You gotta be weaponed to live and to survive in the Detroit underground.

Eminem’s provocative side appeard in the first chorus of the song. His words spread like bullets and hit some intolerant parents. He knows how much his words are misinterpreted at first and so much criticized :

‘Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to…’

How many times have Eminem and his fellows beeen accused of being violent and to encourage violence. How many times have they been accused of making money by exploiting the world’s misery?

Two elements need to be taken into account:

– the lyrical content of the D12 album may be violent, but Eminem never told you to act violently. In fact, he often parodies violence.

It is sometimes difficult for people to understand Eminem’s personnality. When he gets accused of being evil, the talented rapper often gives a sarcastic answer to his accuser (who takes his words litterally). A good example is Eminem’s response to ‘Time’ magazine when he was accused of promoting violence:

“I do promote violence and I don’t give a fuck.”

– you also have to consider that D12’s album is reflection of real life. The mirror of the Detroit underground.

Swifty’s part summarizes the context of Detroit :

‘Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I’m backwards – I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must’ve been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they’ve got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I’ll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There’s no tomorrow for any nigga, we’ll shower you
young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain’t gotta lie to you…’

It portrays violence and violents acts which are put there to scare you to death. Those descriptions are continued by Kuniva who pictures a life that is conditioned by the gun:

I’d rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic…’

Kon Artis makes a clear reference to a subject that scandalized a lot of people: the Columbine shootings.
Bizarre’s part is ill and funny. There aez references to thug life, to drugs to murders. I particularly like the way he humors Jehovah witnesses who will start thinking before knocking at the door, redneck reading the Holy Koran, Slim Shady falling back in love with Christina Aguilera. This is how funny people may act in front of a gun.
Bizarre’s part won’t leave you indifferent.

The song “Pistol Pistol” makes you travel through the mind of thugs who never go out without their pistols nor without a real sense of humor.Bizarre]
Yeah, welcome to Amityville

[Swifty]
Detroit, nigga!

[Bizarre]
The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols! Ha ha ha ha!

[Chorus – Eminem]
Slick criminal wit, the shit I spit chews
like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you
I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to
need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to
Too many enemies on my list to sift through
nobody got my back in this bitch but this two
Sorry officer, I don’t care how pissed I get you
but I don’t go nowhere without my pistol pistol

[Swifty McVay]
Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us
see I’m backwards – I slap niggas and punch bitches
Just for asking, they must’ve been wanting to meet the Lord
when my parents talk to me they’ve got mean mugs and ignore
They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor
shells from the forty-four scattered over their porch
Bustin pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you
trying to break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I’ll do it for you
Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you, you and your ho
you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible
There’s no tomorrow for any nigga, we’ll shower you
young, Black, and powerful, (BITCH!) and I ain’t gotta lie to you

[Proof]
Stepped in the door waving the four-four
blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low
They call my (?), but I spit fire
I lit five inside a fucking dickrider
The clip slider, love to blast a Mag, you’re a FAG
you love being ass to ass
Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya
never say that I’m a gangsta, now THAT’S gangsta
Yall niggas sound like Jigga but act like Pac
yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough
It ain’t nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness
I’m the hot nigga that’s gonna put hell outta business
It won’t be the same since we touching the game
make the hardest nigga in your crew tuck in his chain
You think this shit’s a game and we’re bluffing for fame?
I’ll squeeze off this tech until NOTHING remains

[Chorus]

[Kuniva]
The only time that I’m at piece/peace is when I’m close to one
cause I don’t know what’s waiting for me when my vocals are done
Tote the gun, it’s my way of life and it works
these cowardly niggas’ll put your fucking life in the dirt
Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless
alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless
That’s why I’m heated, you never know who starts creepin
waking you up with AKs while you lie sleeping
I’d rather pack the heat and not need
rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic

[Gunshot]

[Kon Artis]
You know the sound when I’m spinnin round
spittin these rounds from fo’ pounds
while the whole crowd is screaming as loud
from they’re mouths as they possibly allow
Nothing is parallel to making you carousel
arial sommersault from ferris wheels to a pair of shells
Denaun carry the nine where I go
bullets whistle and hit you while I’m shooting at five-0
Some semi-automatic for static’s the motto
spitting like [Columbine kids] from Colorado

[Chorus]

[Bizarre]
This nine’ll turn a softy to a hard rock
it’ll make Jehova’s Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!)
It’ll make your grandmother come out of her hearse
it’ll make Limp Bizkit get rid of Fred Durst (Ha ha!)
It’ll make Holyfield start fighting
it’ll make Ma$e say “Fuck church!” and go back to writing
It’ll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls
it’ll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall
It’ll make Christopher Reeve start walking
it’ll make a dog with no voice suddenly start barking
It’ll make a nun turn into a filthy slut
it’ll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt
It’ll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde
it’ll make a redneck start to read the Holy Koran
It’ll make Ike stop beating Tina
it’ll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina
Christina Aguilera… HA HA HA HA!

[Eminem-Chorus]

[Swifty]
Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga! You better have an aim
cause if you don’t – you’re FINISHED – flat out, nigga, nigga, nigga
What? Fuck around and get popped with NO hesitation, straight up

[Bizarre]
Look at where the fuck we stay at!
Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at!
Fuck around with us, you get popped

Leave a Reply