Murs — 3:16 tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Chorus:
Left me standin here
On this lonely street to cry
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS
What up though, still givin' a fuck so Open up your changer and get ready to dump those
Disc of the dudes that be soundin' the same
They get up on TV, steady clownin' for fame
Disrespectin' ancestors that was bound in them chains
But I’m around in the game
So thangs is bound to change
I’m tryin to walk that thin line
Between intelligence and ignorance
Have a little fun while makin' music of significance
A nemesis to niggas just bumpin' they gums
I give a fuck where you from
It’s where your heart at bitch
You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit?
A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
Cause my heart can’t quit, I got something to say
Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A.
Niggas With Artillery and nothin' to spray
Just some non-right assholes with nothin' to say
That’s right motherfuckas
Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
Y’all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em
I’m from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars
No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
And niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight
I’m scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
Dare any one of you frauds to bite
I’m raw as life
With loss of wife and cause of strife
Spittin' sharp wit like I floss with knives
Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
I’m elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis
I’m a Californicator and a street narrator
Steady runnin' rappers down until they meet their maker
Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the
Heat versus Lakers, I’ma speak to ya later
And let 9th take me out
With techniques and a fader
What’s wrong wit y’all man?
The fuck is y’all thinkin' bout?
Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man
I’m from the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang
KWS’s, LTS’s, OFA’s
And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
And mob the RUD before the MTA
So don’t hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
Tryin' to make some green like the Culver city bus line
I’m unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin' like?
I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
I mean so sick like he’s forgettin' to eat
A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
And anybody chose me they was thinkin' defeat
I’ma spit with this heat until I get my credit
I’m a verbal martial artist like I’m signed to Shady Records
And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you
Have your whole crew screamin' out «You're My Boy Blue!»
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Refren:
"Left me standin here"
On this lonely street to cry
To żywa legenda, Liga Sprawiedliwości.
Definitive Jux presentation
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Co jest, ciągle się pieprzysz, więc otwórz swój pojemnik i przygotuj się do wyrzucenia tych
Disc of the dudes that be soundin ' the same
Wstają w telewizji, klaszczą dla sławy
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I ' m tryin to walk that thin line
Między inteligencją a ignorancją
# Have a little fun # # while makin ' music of significant #
A nemesis to niggas just bumpin ' they gums
I give a fuck where you from
"It' s where your heart at bitch"
Ugryziesz, piesku, czy po prostu szczekasz?
A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
Bo moje serce nie może przestać, mam coś do powiedzenia
Bo te czarnuchy chcą grać N. W. A.
Niggas With Artillery and nothin ' to spray
Jacyś dupki nie mają nic do powiedzenia.
Dokładnie, skurwysyny.
Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
Zjebaliście, co? MURS, bierz ich.
I ' m from where we leaving running and we hop out of cars
Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars
No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
I niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight
Mam blizny na całe życie, i naładuj ten mikrofon batonikami strachu.
Ośmielcie się kąsać, oszuści.
I ' m raw as life
Z utratą żony i przyczyną kłótni
Spittin ' bystry dowcip jak nici dentystyczne z nożami
Nie zmyślony lub zarozumiały, w radiu powtarzane
Jestem elitarny i zostawiam to gorące jak Kiedis
"I' m a Californicator and a street narrator"
Steady runnin ' rappers down until they meet their maker
Betonowy dozorca dla tych słabych naśladowców, oni pisk dla mojego Slater, kawałek wołowiny dla aligatora lub
Heat kontra Lakers, pogadamy później.
# And let 9th take me out #
Z technikami i faderem
Co z wami?
O czym wy, kurwa, myślicie?
Cholera, te skurwysyny są lamerskie.
Jestem z domu Double K, nothin ' but trouble gang
KWS, LTS, OFA
I każdą inną ekipę, która kiedyś trzymała puszki i spryskiwała.
And mob the RUD before the MTA
So don ' t hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
Tryin ' to make some green like the Culver city bus line
I ' m unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
Ten gang z żywą legendą, jak wy się rymujecie?
Połączyłem się z dziewiątą, najbardziej chorą z tych bitów.
To znaczy tak chory, jakby zapomniał jeść.
A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
And anyone choose me they was thinkin ' defeat
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Jestem słownym mistrzem sztuk walki, tak jak podpisałem kontrakt z Shady Records.
A Wy suki, uszanujcie to, albo was zniszczę.
Niech cała twoja ekipa krzyczy: "Jesteś moim Chłoptasiem Blue!»