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Westside Gunn – Switches On Everything Lyrics

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March 18, 2023

Westside Gunn – Switches On Everything Lyrics

Switches On Everything Lyrics By Westside Gunn

On the tenth song of the tenth installment of Hitler Wears Hermes; “Switches on Everything” features Westside Gunn joining forces with his frequent collaborator and Griselda member, Stove God Cooks along with El-P and Killer Mike’s legendary duo, Run The Jewels on a dynamic beat by Mike Shabb.

On the song, the artists talk mostly about their previous lifestyles and how they remember those moments in their hoods — Westside Gunn would be the only one of the artists who did not have a verse at all, only participating in the chorus of the song.

On April 20, 2022, Westside Gunn took to Twitter to congratulate Killer Mike on his birthday. Apart from this, Gunn would mention in the tweet a possible feature and song with the duo—apparently being this—which would appear on Westside Gunn’s upcoming and highly anticipated album, Michelle Records, quoting:

HAPPY BDAY @KillerMike many blessings 🤲🏽🤲🏽 and just to throw out a lil secret RUN THE JEWELS is featured on MICHELLE RECORDS and it’s super 🔥🔥🔥🔥 SUPER for the culture wait until u hear this shit 🤯🤯 🦂⚖️🐐

[Verse 1: El-P]
Before he was in the breeze, dad smoked and tinkled the keys
Then dashed to Florida Keys to ski, do snow as he pleased
And me and my two sisters made three, NYC
Where the suffocatin’ of dreams lurk behind the steel beams
On the Bowery, fiends cowering, tourists love not to see
On the train we felt free, snake below controlled streets
By the time I hit the leak, been out my teens for like a week
By the timе I hit a lick It couldn’t change me in the lеast
See, I can only see the cash flow as the briefest of reprieves
So my heart is not for sale, the feti vanish, c’est la vie
Gunn said he hang with dealers but he fuck with that RT-
J, I told him I do drugs and bump Griselda with my fleet
Spray these crumbs with dirty pen work, put the snub to every beat
Every clause is non-compete, it is the law, you eat my cleats
I don’t haggle with you sentient meats, I keep it brief
Give a fuck if I get flowers, I’m still layin’ down these wreaths

[Chorus: Westside Gunn]
(Grrrt) Ayo, switches on everything
I don’t leave the house unless there’s switches on everything, whoa (Grrrt)
Ayo, switches on everything
I don’t leave the house unless there’s switches on everything (Grrrt)

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Allow me to make a confession (‘Fession)
I have not learnt all my lesson (Lesson)
I’m still rollin’ and blowin’ and smokin’ on dope
While I’m grippin’ my weapon (Weapon)
I used to hide dope in the ceiling (Ceiling)
Sometimes I be missin’ the feelin’ (Feelin’)
Of goin’ back and forth between books and the crooks
Ooh, I felt like a chameleon (‘Meleon)
I made typical mythical (Mythical)
I performed miracles, whimsical (Whimsical)
And I get paid for gracin’ the stage
Shit talkin’, grabbin’ my genitals (Genitals)
I keep it pimpin’ on principle (Principle)
My ego stay on invincible (‘Vincible)
If yo’ bitch a bitch and treat you like a bitch
Both of you bitches identical (Bitch)
Piccolo, piccolo, piccolo
Look at this nigga-ish negro
Both of my charm a key or mo’
The next one, it gotta be bigger though
I was so slick with the give and go
I never got caught with the pitchin’ snow
I’d like to thank Elohim
For lettin’ my revenue stream (Stream)
For lettin’ me triple my beam (Beam)
I took and he let me receive (‘Ceive)
Basic instructions before leaving Earth
And the chapters I mastered was cream (Cream)
Jewel runner runnin’ with Gunn (Gunn)
All of us run with our guns (Guns)
Hands in the air, now keep ’em up there
And everyone run all their funds (Run)

[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
Told the plug from now on when you stampin’ my bricks
Make sure it’s the image of God and let me be clear
The image of God is the image of me and my niggas
The Last Supper is me at the table with twelve water whippers (All my niggas cook!)
Stove Jesus in the sky cookin’ yayo in the Big Dipper (Haha)
I’m the same nigga from the shop steps, just a bit richer
‘Cause I seen the big picture (I did!)
I seen the money triple (We did!) I seen the fed pick-ups (Whoo!)
I seen them snatch his soul then lift his mask then take a picture (Brrt, brrt, bap-pap-pap)
They do it all in front of the net like they turn the block boys (You niggas crazy!)
Wanted the whole hood to be rich, we really had block goals
We really prayed for a brick, we really had blocked goals
Twenty later, we on a million, I think I’m Wallo
I think I’m killin’ ’em softly, I got a hill of money like Lauryn
Cocaine feathers on my wing, soarin’, I had to beat the sun, cook up early
I turned the heat on, put thirty-three in, it was Alonzo Mourning (Whoo)
You gotta be born in, we drove the foreign in (We drove the, uh)
Joey come when the day start but I pull up like 4 AM
Like, what you got? What you want? I had a pot and a fork
Last shit I cooked would’ve got five Pyrexes in the Source