East Coast Avengers — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson The Trouble With Motorcades
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Paroles
Hm, would I take a bullet for him?
I’d rather find a radical trigger and pull it for him
I know he got his head up ass, someone should set up his ass
Sniper rifle, put some lead up his ass
Go blasting but as I say that I pray that it doesn’t
happen
I pray that I won’t be slacking when traitors get to attacking
When facing off with assassins, I’m older and wiser
My only mode and desire, protect that golden messiah
Yeah that’s the goal for the liar that I was hired to save
And if they kill me I’m a hero, they say dying is brave
But he’s the one who made his bed, he oughta lie in his
grave
We secret service making people nervous try and behave
It’s ninety degrees in the shade at the tyrant’s parade
You could say violence paved the way for this
He might pay for this, some psychopath might slay for
this
When they look for the head of this American
abrasiveness
All signs point to this place in time
If a lunatic’s in the crowd, what’s going through his
mind?
I’m making peace with whatever God hate me the least
It be whatever God plays in this beast in me The motorcade’s reaching me in less than a mile
Whole brigade of secret service checking my file
Defeat the purpose of me being discreet
The whole street’s overflowing and the crowd’s only
growing by the moment
Brainwashed Americans settling while police barricade
A group of angry veterans holding signs with lines
Like it should’ve been him instead of them
I’ve seen better men on death row in prison
While lesser men are making all of our decisions
My vision of freedom has got me feeding high-powered
rifles
And my disciples are rightfully blessing my weapon
The cycle of recession and depression got me investing
Whatever’s left in my chequing
My obsession with ending oppression
And my aggression is gonna leave an impression
It’s an expression of rage of a generation raised
On the failed expectation of better days
He’s raised up on center stage
Heaven forbade my plans, the devil stays my hands
The trembling, the band on the grand stand
Play for the same man I plan to scan and blam
Blow his brains through the back of his black sedan
Time for a lullaby, time to serenade him to sleep
Shut his eyes like the shutters I snap on the front
page
With blood in the sky my weapon is raised
It’s high time the trigger’s engaged
I heard a shot and you know the fate of Malcolm
I heard the cries for help and I heard the canines
yelping
I thought the shooter missed him
Until I felt the blood splatter my face like a sprinkler system
f**k I wipe it off, somebody sniped my boss
I check his pulse, his life is lost
Am I convicted by the results? Yes in photos I grieve
But internally I’m totally pleased, I’m hoping nobody
sees
So I appear emotional and deceive
While his wife cries with his blood soak through his
sleeve
So poetic that he sees the death his soldiers received
So what a sociopathic savage’s goal is achieved
A justifiable crime for shortening his blood line
They all families so I know the money’s growing on trees
Crosshairs crossed his hairline, blew his brains,
tossed his hair
Behind on his running mate holding the campaign slogan
Sun in his face but some of his face is holding the sum
Of the face that was the son of the face who replaced
the throne
With one of his own but now he’s erased
That’s one less taxless resident
That’s one less corrupt (shh)
You know my sentiments exactly
If the feds track me, ain’t gonna be a trackmeet
It’s gonna be a click-clack heat and repeat in the
street
Till I’m flat on my back on the concrete
A modern day Lee Harvey, a modern day Steve Garvey
That mean I’m hitting everybody I aim to body
Look, I embody the soul of Saudi soldiers
I got the same man’s head torn from his shoulders
Traduction des paroles
Sur l'échec de l'attente de jours meilleurs
Il a grandi sur la scène centrale
Le ciel a interdit mes plans, le diable reste mes mains
Le Tremblant, la bande sur la grande tribune
Jouer pour le même homme que je prévois de scanner et blâmer
Souffler sa cervelle à travers le dos de sa berline noire
Le temps d'une berceuse, le temps de le Sérénade pour dormir
Ferme ses yeux comme les volets que je claque sur le devant
page
Avec du sang dans le ciel mon arme est levée
Il est grand temps que la gâchette soit enclenchée
J'ai entendu un coup de feu et vous connaissez le sort de Malcolm
J'ai entendu les appels à l'aide et j'ai entendu les canines
japper
Je croyais que le tireur l'avait manqué
Jusqu'à ce que j'ai senti le sang éclabousser mon visage comme un système d'arrosage
f * * k Je l'essuie, quelqu'un a snipé mon patron
Je vérifie son pouls, sa vie est perdue
Suis-je condamné par les résultats? Oui dans les photos je pleure
Mais en interne, je suis totalement heureux, j'espère que personne
voir
Donc je semble émotif et tromper
Tandis que sa femme pleure avec son sang tremper à travers son
manche
Si poétique qu'il voit la mort reçue par ses soldats
Alors quel but d'un sauvage sociopathique est atteint
Un crime justifiable pour avoir raccourci sa lignée
Ils sont tous des familles donc je sais que l'argent pousse sur les arbres
Le réticule a traversé ses cheveux, lui a soufflé la cervelle,
jeté ses cheveux
Derrière son colistier tenant le slogan de la campagne
Soleil dans son visage mais une partie de son visage tient la somme
Du visage qui était le fils du visage qui a remplacé
trône
Avec l'un des siens mais maintenant il est effacé
C'est un résident sans impôt de moins
C'est une des moins corrompus (shh)
Vous connaissez mes sentiments exactement
Si les fédéraux me traquent, ce ne sera pas un trackmeet
Ça va être un click-clack heat et répéter dans le
rue
Jusqu'à ce que je sois à plat sur le dos sur le béton
Un jour moderne Lee Harvey, un jour moderne Steve Garvey
Ça veut dire que je frappe tout le monde que je vise au corps
Regardez, je suis l'incarnation de l'âme des soldats Saoudiens
J'ai eu la tête du même homme arrachée de ses épaules