50
Odd Future · The Of Tape Vol. 2 [2012]
[Verse 1]
I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus
You n*ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b*tch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler?
[Interlude]
Uh, you hear that sh*t?
Ay, run that sh*t back
Yeah, that sh*t hot, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler?
Good grades on the wall, n*ggas hate to see me do it major
I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
B*tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews
[Hook (x2)]
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all
[Bridge (x2)]
Where your homies at? They'll get f*cked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll get f*cked up too
Where your b*tch at? She'll get f*cked up too
Where the roof at? We'll stomp that b*tch through
Here we go n*ggaro, I'll sing Figaro, Figaro
Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a (?)
[Verse 3]
Aww, mothaf*cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on
Can't wait 'til I f*ckin' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it
Just blow O's on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it?
Sh*t, I'll take a life for my moment's moment
Contract your own sale, f*ck a deal, you're in a option
Turn the bass up, get mothaf*ckas to go sh*t
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If n*ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused
I'm f*cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
But I ain't saying it to your mothaf*ckin' brain, skull
[Hook (x2)]
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all
I'm a lotta narcotics, flow aquatic atomic
The way I rhyme in Islamic promises, ignorance is common sense
Straining my gluteus, f*cking hungry hippopotamus
You n*ggas are in the bottom pit, of nauseousness
Is what I was raised around as a child
I'd rather chuck up my middle finger than give a b*tch a smile
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler?
[Interlude]
Uh, you hear that sh*t?
Ay, run that sh*t back
Yeah, that sh*t hot, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Hostility fertile like my mule and 40 acres
In my Stacy Adam gators, where's that mothaf*ckin' stapler?
Good grades on the wall, n*ggas hate to see me do it major
I'm just a leader of my team and I ain't afraid of traitors
Lacing my shoes, we the MellowHype jews
We controlling the crews, drinking Belgium booze
We animals out the zoos, with a fuse abused
B*tches brewing in our stews, on they knees like the pews
[Hook (x2)]
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all
[Bridge (x2)]
Where your homies at? They'll get f*cked up too
Where your grandma at? She'll get f*cked up too
Where your b*tch at? She'll get f*cked up too
Where the roof at? We'll stomp that b*tch through
Here we go n*ggaro, I'll sing Figaro, Figaro
Chucking up the divigolo burning bodies in a (?)
[Verse 3]
Aww, mothaf*cka wanna see you shine and I got my gold on
Clancy said I'm late for my flight, well he better hold on
Can't wait 'til I f*ckin' buy me a jet, there gon' be some hoes on it
Just blow O's on it, count dough on it
Smoking in the sky, damage the ozone, don't it?
Sh*t, I'll take a life for my moment's moment
Contract your own sale, f*ck a deal, you're in a option
Turn the bass up, get mothaf*ckas to go sh*t
Rappers nowadays are all phased when it comes to soft shove
If n*ggas saying your flow weak, you shoulda bought one
You call this brand new, to me it's Santa Cruz
Don't find HB the man to lose, you ain't a bruise
Catch me on MTV or your local channel news
In London recording to Fuse, I'm the man that confused
I'm f*cking crazy, need slavery to be alien gravy
But I ain't saying it to your mothaf*ckin' brain, skull
[Hook (x2)]
Sock a buster in his jaw
F*ck the police, break the law
Twist your fingers up, grip your balls
If you ain't got heart you ain't got sh*t at all
50 - Odd Future
Released on The Of Tape Vol. 2 in 2012, "50" is a defining track from Odd Future, a collective that helped shape the sound of modern hip-hop. The song features the group's signature blend of auto-tuned vocals, aggressive ad-libs, and a distinct electronic beat that became a staple of their discography. As a key part of their early recordings, the track exemplifies the genre's shift toward digital production and internet culture during the early 2010s. Its energy and style contributed significantly to the collective's influence on contemporary rap and trap music, cementing their legacy as pioneers of the genre's evolution.