K.M.D. — Soulflexin' tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Now, just to blow this up like I intended
Straight from the Kausin' Much Damage will I send it
I recommend hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up
Vocals for locals, the whole nine, I’m blowin' up
The birthstone kid, I got it goin' on
Every time I throw it on, allied strength is what I’m growin' on
I kick styles like maybe this one or that one
Whichever which I bust, it’s got to be a fat one
Like Walter Hudson, my rhymes is thick, son
So, when you pick one, man, I’m gonna lick one
God style, hard with no smile
'Cause I profile, for the ignorant child
And when I bust off, homeboy with no heso' I just bust at
Point blank range, y’all think I ain’t livin' strange?
I got this soul thing caught up in a head swing
I’m on the mic with the Gods, and I’m, soulflexin'
Straight from the flock with skills
Pizzazz your whole cipher Subroc builds, as is
As I jazz it up I grease your okey-dokey then
Yup, I do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up
Grown to be sixty-five inch
Short to swing, this hood sport is the cinch
Indeed I rap, ghetto folk’ll snatch your soul in tact
Now, slap your head up, bob and catch stiff neck MC selekta
The addict to this funk thing
And it sticks to you dramatic like static cling, for granted
Laps for years, I avoid troubled traps
Help me out the hole, to the brother I’ll give double daps
Cuttin' that old haps, to the straightening comb
Maybe, twine the knots, I’ll have the nappy dome
Sent to the home, crankin' with electric bass drag
Kick 'em big, but won’t brag, I was hittin' into a rag
I don’t slack, so won’t you let it off? (Let it off!)
Can the MC selekta set it off? (Set it off!)
Suffer the you can’t, my style is ambiguous
Rockin' it 24/7, clock is broken tickless
Broke up yup I’m on, the uppity uppity note
I can rock styles that move, a party a party boat
With clout no doubt I gots to boom the boom
From Onyx my man, to Zev X my physical
Yes, I’m braggin like a wagon wheel I roll
I have my cake and eat it too, and lick the bowl
I’m soulflexin'
Yo yo, can I get up on this? Get up on this?
Yo I’mma get on this, confusion, pure
I collect dust and rust colored coins
Trust rock a mic and must grip the loins
From a ton gun a big slug, as quickly
As I’m sickly, if sucks some of pig
Plug my mic in, discuss this tons of dust
That’s been busted for a rust-like tint,
Despicable, duck, more Scrooge than Rickle
No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle
Now check, check, check it out, I’s no goody good
I wreck you’re never luckin out so get the Woody Woodpecker
Check when plaid slacks was a trademark, I made marks
Now back taxes always stay at max of stacks so
I’m a bad guy and I’ll snuff with a noogie (boo!)
Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man
I got a natural coppertone, tan and plus
Eight hundred coats of gold in my glands
And one can on the wall, one can
If that can would, happen to fall lend out a hand, to snag it
Ill ain’t nothin' spilled and be drippin' or leakin'
See on, the lip I’m speakin' and be steady seekin', some soulflexin'
The God Zev X is soulflexin'
Yeah the MC selector was soulflexin'
And the birthstone kid is soulflexin'
And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin'
And the S.O.S. are soulflexin'
Yeah the God Ansaar is soulflexin'
My man is soulflexin'
Haji, and Sadat X be flexin'
Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin'
My man Diego D be soulflexin'
The Gods from Long Beach be flexin'
Yeah the Gods from Now Rule be flexin'
Phife and Jarobi be flexin'
Q-Tip and Ali be flexin'
Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin'
Maceo, Maceo be flexin'
Superman Clark Kent be flexin'
Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'
The cracker cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'
And the L.O.N.S. be soulflexin'
And the H2O be soulflexin'
And be soulflexin'
Stanley Winslow be soulflexin'
And the be soulflexin'
And my man Geeby be soulflexin'
And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin'
And Dante is like the worst person
Yoooooooo, OUT
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Wysadzić to tak, jak zamierzałem.
Prosto z Kausin ' Much Damage will I send it
Polecam hittin just fittin just fine then throw it up
Wokale dla miejscowych, Cała Dziewiątka, I 'm blowin' up
The birthstone kid, I got it goin ' on
/ Align = "left" /
I kick Style like maybe this one or that one
Nieważne, które zgarnę, musi być grube.
Jak Walter Hudson, moje rymy są grube, synu.
Więc, kiedy wybierzesz jedną, będę lizał jedną
God style, hard with no smile
'Cause I profile, for the ignorant child
A kiedy uciekam, bez wahania, po prostu wpadam
Z bliska, myślicie, że nie żyję dziwnie?
I got this soul thing caught up in a head swing
I 'm on the mic with the Gods, and I 'm, soulflexin'
Prosto z stada z umiejętnościami
Pizzazz cały szyfr Subroc buduje, jak jest
As I jazz it up I grease your okey-dokey then
Yup, i do the hokey pokey let my soul bend up
/ Align = "left" /
Krótki do huśtawki, ten hood sport is the cinch
Rzeczywiście rapuję, ghetto folk wyrwie ci duszę w takcie
Teraz, klepnij głowę, bob i złap stiff neck MC selekta
The addict to this funk thing
I trzyma się do ciebie dramatycznie jak statyczne trzymanie się, za pewnik
Okrążeń przez lata, unikam kłopotliwych pułapek
Pomóż mi wyjść z dziury, bratu Dam podwójne Klapsy
Cuttin ' that old haps, to the straightening comb
Może, sznuruj węzły, będę miał pieluchę
Sent to the home, crankin ' with electric bass drag
Kick 'em big, but won' t chrag, I was hittin ' into a rag
Nie obijam się, więc nie odpuścisz? (Odpuść!)
Czy MC selekta może to uruchomić? (Set it off!)
"Suffer the you can' t, my style is niejednoznaczny"
Rockin ' it 24/7, clock is broken tickless
Zerwaliśmy.
I can rock style that move, a party a party boat
/ Align = "left" /
From Onyx my man, to Zev x my physical
Tak, przechwalam się niczym wagon
Mam swoje ciasto i je też, i lizać miskę
I'm soulflexin'
Yo yo, mogę się tym zająć? Chcesz się tym zająć?
Yo I ' mma get on this, confusion, pure
Zbieram kurz i rdzę kolorowe monety
"Trust rock a mic and must grip the lends"
Z pistoletu ton duży ślimak, jak szybko
Jak jestem chory, jeśli ssie trochę świni
Podłącz mi mikrofon, przedyskutuj te tony kurzu.
Został złapany za rdzawy odcień.,
Nikczemny, Kaczor, bardziej Sknerus niż Rickle.
No wins sucks, no ice cream, pickle sickle
Teraz sprawdź, sprawdź, sprawdź to, I ' m no goody good
I wreck you ' re never luckin out so get the Woody Woodpecker
Sprawdź kiedy spodnie w Kratę były znakiem towarowym, zrobiłem znaki
Teraz podatki zawsze pozostają na maksimum stosów, więc
Jestem złym facetem i zginę z noogie (boo!)
Some do slump punks but up jumps the Boogie Man
Mam naturalny coppertone, opalenizna i plus
Osiemset płaszczy złota w moich gruczołach
I jedna puszka na ścianie, jedna puszka
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Ill ain 't nothin' splled and be drippin'or leakin'
* See on, the lip I 'm speakin' and be steady seekin', some soulflexin' *
The God Zev X is soulflexin'
Tak selekcjoner MC był soulflexin'
And the birthstone kid is soulflexin'
And the Boogie Woogie men are soulflexin'
A S. O. S. są soulflexin'
Yeah The God Ansaar is soulflexin'
My man is soulflexin'
Haji, I Sadat X be flexin'
Alamo and Jamar be soulflexin'
My man Diego d be soulflexin'
The Gods from Long Beach be flexin'
Tak bogowie od teraz rządzą się flexin'
Phife and Jarobi be flexin'
Q-Tip i Ali się flexin'
Posdonus and Dove be cold flexin'
Maceo, Maceo
Superman Clark Kent be flexin'
Richie Rich and 3rd Bass soulflexin'
The cracker cracker Cracker Crackerjacks be flexin'
And the L. O. N. S. be soulflexin'
And the H2O be soulflexin'
And be soulflexin'
Stanley Winslow be soulflexin'
And the be soulflexin'
And my man Geeby be soulflexin'
And the engineer Gamz be soulflexin'
A Dante jest jak najgorsza osoba
YOOOOOOOO, OUT