Certified Wise — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson 13 MC's And 3 DJ's
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Paroles
This goes out to those who question my skills
I’m gonna snatch your mic like I used to snatch tills
I get you open quicker than a fuckin' dent puller
«Can't rhyme, can’t flow», what’s your name? Scott Muller
My raps will fuck you up and leave you in a daze
Like Macy Gray, «I'm the latest craze»
Plus my style is ill like the taste of fat lace
«It's everlasting Fat Face»
For those unfamiliar I’m known as the Flee
More renown for my gankin' than a dope MC
The situation’s gonna change when I flex with a forty
And fuck the shit up for this hardcore majority
Of B-Boys and B-Girls, I’m a lord
I’ma burn your tires like Holden does Ford
I’ve got more support than my mate Kevin Sheedy
I’ll spray your arse with my lyrical graffiti
Everybody make room, 'cause I’m the fattest here
Oi, Debris, are you sure that, um, Fat Face can’t hear?
During sex I listen to this beat to cum quicker
I can do the Macy Gray too, «Yo, I kick a
Rhyme and I choke
Try to rep a style and I stumble
And though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My mind stopped working, I drank too much beer»
«D motherfucker, d motherfucker» «Debris»
«Hot damn, I rip the rhythm up»
«D motherfucker, d motherfucker» «Debris»
«Debris»
«D motherfucker, d motherfucker» «Debris»
«Damn, I rip the rhythm up»
«D motherfucker, d motherfucker»
«Debris»
Progress is imminent, my process, different
Relevance to elements, presence in sentence
Elevate intercourse, superior exterior
Penetrate and separate the planet you inhabit
Kolaps, exhale lyrics like a fire-breather
Butcherin' MCs like a psycho with a meat cleaver
The information about the congregation, here’s the confirmation
Cross Bred Kings for world domination
It’s the Culture Of Kings, collaborated talents
Australia’s core for the underground balance
All swift in the style of lyrical amazement
Proficient productions in any arrangement
Serving severe extreme tracks, it’s vital
The MCs and DJs who represent the title
All Australian, all artistically skilled
Astonishing product produced and revealed
I’m representing After Hours, Certified Wise
A culture of kings, we won’t observe your guidelines
Abide by our rhymes, speak the signs of the time
Read the liners, we design the kind of styles to blow your mind
outside explode your show like C4
And Cross-Bred have got heads going like a seesaw
Don’t need more MCs to reinforce preconceived thoughts
Need to keep it real before you see more like Timor
Tell me the feeling that you get
When my words shatter your thoughts
to guard my metaphors from the MCs with a lesser cause
Than originality, you wanna come and battle me?
I’m such a fucking nice guy, even tell you my whole strategy
I’ll physically put you in a full body cast and
my writing my lyrics all over your fuckin' plaster
Simplex is the name that’ll expose you as a bitch
That’ll explain why your girlfriend is a confused lesbian chick
Raph’s phat like the face as Debris fills up the place
From the tracks in morse code, explode the terror in Adelaide
The phrase catches atoms, now it’s splitting the electrons
Confuse the laws of physics by the movement of the crowd reaction
Their traction to the music’s like an addiction that you’re choosin'
gone to the pub and boozin'
Traumatise you After Hours watchin' Kolaps
suffer under the Pressure from the kings culture
Sometimes I find myself wanting to have sex with tracks
Apply GST to MCs the wrong tax
I want dickheads to have to pay more for their hats
Life’s a bitch and fucking with her gave me an STD
I did research, After Hours found the cure for this disease
cup with a group of SA’s illest MCs
In a monarchical country where the PM is incompetent
southern kings reign supreme on the continent
If you can’t see the truth you must be blind from too much direct sunlight
When Adelaide B-Boys rock, you know it gets done right
Every rhyme I rhyme’s tight to the point where my flow stun mics
And slam harder than bass kicks or when snare drum strikes
Your shit’s so watered down you’re rockin' styles only your mum like
destroy your career in one night
There’s too many fake fuckwits makin' up stories, talking gun hype
But if you wish to challenge my crew then by all means come fight
«If you ain’t rockin' raw, what you rockin' for?»
«Yeah»
«I give you the words, you know, the pasta and the salad bar»
It’s time, I design my strategy to be irritating like an allergy
While my formality accepts stages, steps and lyrical reps
From the original mental, which is beneficial
My technology expands amongst lands like grains of sand
Australian brand forever, never hesitant, this continent
Will rock constant with this practical element
Blockade’s hitting like a hammer with this grammar so I slam a
Certain phrase, set the mic ablaze, call it technical programmer
Now, Pressure came to set the measure as willing as ever
Whether featherweight or heavy, step or put your hands together
For this like, not the next, that couldn’t stress me out
But watch me now, as I cast shadows of doubt
Like a pessimist, dancin' in a lunar eclipse
We took the best of this hip-hop scene and put 'em on riffs
They got suicidal tendencies, I tell 'em slit their wrists
'Cause while their name was on my mind, my name was on their lips
Debris came equipped with the new, not the same old shit
I rock mics and break beats and always aim to hit
Every portion of your mind, many walk a thin line
While we live the culture of kings in our hearts and our minds
I make beats in my sleep that could still make you smile
Give me a loop, I’ll a style, give me an inch, I’ll take a mile
But meanwhile, I stay on my feet, producin' for my peeps
And by the way, you cats owe me for this beat
Traduction des paroles
Au service des pistes extrêmes sévères, il est vital
Les MCs et DJs qui représentent le titre
Tous australiens, tous artistiquement qualifiés
Produit étonnant produit et révélé
Je représente après les heures, certifié Sage
Une culture des rois, nous ne respecterons pas vos directives
Respectez nos rimes, dites les signes du temps
Lisez les doublures, nous concevons le genre de styles pour souffler votre esprit
dehors exploser votre spectacle comme C4
Et Cross-Bred ont des têtes qui vont comme une bascule
N'avez pas besoin de plus de MCs pour renforcer les pensées préconçues
Besoin de le garder réel avant de voir plus comme Timor
Dites-moi le sentiment que vous obtenez
Quand mes mots brisent tes pensées
pour garder mes métaphores du MCs avec une cause moindre
Que l'originalité, vous voulez venir me battre?
Je suis un putain de gars sympa, même vous dire toute ma stratégie
Je vais vous mettre physiquement dans un casting complet et
mon écriture mes paroles dans votre putain de plâtre
Simplex est le nom qui va vous exposer comme une chienne
Cela expliquera pourquoi votre petite amie est une Fille Lesbienne confuse
Raph est phat comme le visage alors que les débris remplissent la place
Des pistes en code morse, exploser la terreur à Adélaïde
L'expression attrape les atomes, maintenant il divise les électrons
Confondre les lois de la physique par le mouvement de la réaction de la foule
Leur traction à la musique est comme une dépendance que vous choisissez
allé au pub et boozin'
Vous traumatiser après les heures watchin ' Kolaps
souffrir sous la pression de la culture des rois
Parfois, je me retrouve à vouloir avoir des relations sexuelles avec des pistes
Appliquer la TPS à MCs la mauvaise taxe
Je veux que les connards paient plus pour leurs chapeaux
La vie est une chienne et baise avec elle m'a donné une MST
J'ai fait des recherches, Après des Heures trouvé le remède pour cette maladie
coupe avec un groupe de MCs les plus malades de SA
Dans un pays monarchique où le premier ministre est incompétent
les rois du Sud règnent en maître sur le continent
Si vous ne pouvez pas voir la vérité, vous devez être aveugle de trop de lumière directe du soleil