Celph Titled — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Battle Cry
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Paroles
Hahahaha…
Yeah, muthafuckas! We’re back!
Pharaoh clique, muthafucka! Yeah!
Des Devious! (King Syze!)
Apathy! Celph Titled! (Kamachi!)
Vinnie P. Outerspace!
7L, ES!
I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Wax gets melted, breaks bones, fractures pelvics
Speeds through space and cracks blast astronaut helmets
Face it, muthafucka I could pay to get rid of you
I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals
A new tyrannical force for you to fear
Known to kill and keep human ears as souvenirs
A shape shifter, face slitter, paper getter
Take your sister, rape your sister
Make your sister take it in the face
And if you’re facin' us, block off a 30-block radius
I throw more blows than boxin' Dr. Octavius
Ever since we made some noise I learned people love a winner
We the quality of deep dish rims, y’all the hub spinners
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, fuck a minister
Niggas know better, no one’s letter is better than mine
Every time I rhyme, it’s metal, the terror level is high
Plus I testify, it’s best you die
Than to find the truth deep down in a mountain of lies
Down Syze, I’m ousting you guys deep in the dirt
Clockin' in and out of rap, have y’all fiendin' for work
When I breed it, yo it’s treason what the semen is worth
Non-believin', make me steamin', make you meetin' the earth
Aiyyo it’s my world, and I wont stop
And if you stand in my way, you bound to get popped
In the land where you lay, and fade from straight shots
I demand that you pay and stray from straight blocks
I’m the man that you pray, don’t spray the flames hot
I could tan in the blaze for days and stain cops
I astound and amaze, y’all praise the same god
I’ma pound out your brain and scrape the graveyard
Have you shout out in pain, y’all say y’all bravehearts
I’m a box up your frame and play the same card
And I’m out for fame, spacebars and quasars
Pharaohs locked the game, no shame, we hate y’all
Yeah! Rawl muthafuckin rap! Hardcore shit! Ninety-four shit!
Shoot the fuckin' place up! Yeah!
AOTP, blast through your army fatigues
Damage your team, competition done it with ease
Gun in my sleeve cause nowadays, homicide is my steez
Collectin' my cream, I’m livin' your dream and peepin' your scheme
Put you on lean from right hooks, pausin' your jux
You fake crooks need to hit them books
Learn the rules of the game
Two to your brain, three to your frame, incredible pain
You gettin' drenched in that November rain
We the opposite of that wack shit
Trash man of clap rappin', you die tragic
Five six professional assassins
Rockin' these mics and reppin' my fam' with passion
Remember its Q-Dement', you bastards
Tell your man and your parents we be demandin' ten grand an appearance
At a minimum my venom damage your lyrics
We be like Manny Ramirez, compatible
With the radical, magical, and emphatical
I’ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle
Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room
I’m the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons
Your petty men are buffoons
We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds
I mentally bloom, exhume tombs with dope lyrics
Tupac’s alive and well, Big L 'The Devil’s Son'
Rise from hell with dope lyrics
Live in regret, AOTP these shook rappers hit the deck
Courtesy of the streets, make it a microphone Middle East
My specialty, only rhymer envelopin' my lyric sheets
Knock turbans off of Sheiks, use a pipe bomb
Downtown Israeli boutiques full of dead tourists
With they dreams no longer in arms reach
That’s what I call dealin' with calm speech
When I alarm your peeps
Inscribed in a peasant’s palm is a blessed psalm
If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain’t no steppin' on My forty five is my weapon
My culture’s a holstered with seven inch slugs is kept in Squarely I step in, tiltin' my clips and blue Stesson
God is my essence, and you could check these rhymes for reference
adapt to any preference, pussy
Yeah baby, kings of the muthafuckin' underground!
Y’all motherfuckers don’t want it with us! This that rawl shit, throw back shit!
I make Evil Knievel music, I come through stuntin'
Everyis the same, just flipped a little somethin' somethin'
Baby I’m crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant
Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
Shoot at your Chicago fitted and knock your socks/Sox off
Aimed at your door but hit your head, shot your locks off
I heard you was afraid to say my name on your record
'Cause you’s afraid I’d put your muthafuckin' frame on a stretcher
I can’t change laws son, that’s a government issue
But I’ll break laws with a gun, it’s a government issue
It’s the Army, we got power in numbers
And that’s nines, .45's, .357's, and M-500s
Some people say I’m superior when I shit it Vivid visionary spit, vocabulary ridiculous
I am a tyrant, I’m Violent by Design
I silence the scientific with every line of the rhyme
Mozart of street rap, breakin' the barriers
Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers
Ready to mangle, anybody crossin' the line
I saw the sign and ran with the army, lost in time
Ready for war but won’t rock no dick trees
I rock mic’s, you’d think it’s a hundred and sixty degrees
Who stomp crews, batter and bruise clicks
Kill bitches and stab you tricks with loose lips?
I’m slightly disturbed, Pazienza is nice with the words
That’s the reason that I’m fly like the life of a bird
I don’t care if you dead, let god have ya Cause I’ma stay rugged and rawl like Marv Hagler
That’s something you don’t know about, you small rapper
Nice with the left, nice with the right, the jaw tapper
Allah backer, murder every track that I’m on You just spit a fuckin’wack then you gone
Fuck fame, I study the fame closely
They build you up, then you get rocked like Shane Mosley
It’s pain homey, and your blood on my pen
It’s Army of the Pharaohs and we flooded with gems, yeah
The Torture muthafuckin' Papers!
Dead Sea Scrolls out here!
Y’all don’t want it!
It’s fuckin' rawl rap!
AOTP!
Traduction des paroles
Ma culture est un holstered avec des limaces de sept pouces est maintenu dans carrément Je intervenir, tiltin ' mes clips et Stesson bleu
Dieu est mon essence, et vous pouvez vérifier ces rimes pour référence
s'adapter à toute préférence, chatte
Ouais bébé, rois du muthafuckin ' underground!
Y'all enculés ne veux pas de ça avec nous! Cette merde de rawl, jette de la merde en arrière!
Je fais du mal Knievel musique, je viens par stuntin'
Tout le monde est le même, juste retourné un petit quelque chose quelque chose
Bébé je suis fou, un bébé fou, un enfant malade
Né avec l'intention de cracher des phrases lisses avec des calligraphies malades
Tirez sur votre Chicago ajusté et frapper vos chaussettes / Sox off
Visant à votre porte, mais frappé votre tête, tiré vos serrures
J'ai entendu dire que vous aviez peur de dire mon nom sur votre dossier
Parce que tu as peur que je mette ton cadre muthafuckin sur une civière
Je ne peux pas changer les lois, c'est un problème gouvernemental
Mais je vais enfreindre les lois avec une arme, c'est un problème gouvernemental
C'est L'armée, on a le pouvoir en nombre
Et c'est neuf .45's, .357 et m-500
Certaines personnes disent que je suis supérieur quand je chie cracher visionnaire vif, vocabulaire ridicule
Je suis un tyran, Je suis Violent par conception
Je fais taire le scientifique avec chaque ligne de la rime
Mozart de la rue de rap, breakin' les obstacles
Espace harrier rempli de quarante ans et pit terriers
Prêt à dévier, quiconque franchit la ligne
J'ai vu le panneau et j'ai couru avec l'armée, perdu dans le temps
Prêt pour la guerre mais ne sera pas rock no dick arbres
Je rock mic, vous penseriez que c'est à cent soixante degrés
Qui piétinent les équipages, les clics de frappeur et d'ecchymose
Tuer des chiennes et vous poignarder des tours avec des lèvres lâches?
Je suis un peu dérangé, Pazienza est gentil avec les mots
C'est la raison pour laquelle je vole comme la vie d'un oiseau
Je m'en fous si tu es mort, que Dieu t'ait parce que je vais rester robuste et rawl comme Marv Hagler
C'est quelque chose que tu ne sais pas, petit rappeur
Nice avec la gauche, nice avec la droite, la mâchoire tapper