Beastie Boys — Too Many Rappers tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there’s still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that’s how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
Yo, I been in the game since before you was born
I might still be emceein' even after you’re gone
Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow
The 80's, the 90's, 2000's, and so
On and on until the crack of dawn
Until the year 3000 and beyond
Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause death is the cousin of sleep
Because I’m back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie
Oh, my God, just look at me
Grandpa been rappin' since '83
Oh, I’m supersonic like J.J. Fad
Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag
Don’t forget the tartar sauce, yo, 'cause it’s sad
All these crap rappers, they’re rappin' like crabs
I have carte blanche, the vagabond
Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund
I’m no killa, but compared to you, I’m more real’a
You ain’t a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer
A slug peeler, you’re not, mafioso, no
You ain’t got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain’t tryin' to hear your racket
You work with police dog, you snitch, you rat, you wear that jacket
How many rappers must get dissed
Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this
I start to reminisce, oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persist
Like rum in mojitos, bullets and banditos
Matzah balls in soup, jackets and troop
Yes, y’all, this is one for the history books
Nasty Nas, what’s the word, count it off on the hook
Let’s go! One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there’s still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that’s how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
'Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
So get your hologram on off of Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack
To all you crab rappers and hackers
And Circuit Fenders, two-tone splendor
I take the cake, I stole the mold
The golden microphone, well that’s mine to hold
And why all these biters all up in my crotch space?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Back up off me, sucka, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
I’m broader than Broadway, I was in project hallways
Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day
I’m just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay
And when this song finished, y’all can sing along with this
By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers
I hear Russian blonde’s the wettest
But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas
And that’s what’s on my mind and the rhyme, who’s next up?
Mike D, the man of mystery
History in the makin', and now we’re takin'
Titles, awards, and accolades
Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades
We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches
Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases
Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars
Go back in time, send a fax from my car
One, one, two, two, three, three
Too many rappers, and there’s still not enough emcees
It goes three, three, two, two, one, one
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that’s how we get it done like
Ladies and gents attention, Nas in the house
With Beastie Boys, we can turn it out
Perpetrators, we can point 'em out
So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Raz, raz, dwa, dwa, trzy, trzy
Too many rappers, and there ' s still not enough emcees
/ Align = "left" /
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that ' s how we get it done like
Panie i panowie Uwaga, Nas w domu
Z Beastie Boys, możemy to zrobić
/ Align = "left" /
So if you got somethin ' on your mind, let it out
Yo, byłem w grze jeszcze zanim się urodziłeś
I might still be emceein 'even after you' re gone
Dziwna myśl, wiem, ale moje umiejętności wciąż rosną.
Lata 80., 90., 2000.
* On and on until the crack of dawn *
Do roku 3000 i Później
Stay up all night, and I emcee and never die
'Cause death is the cousin of sleep
Because I ' m back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie
1993: truskawkowy list 23 jako Shuggie
O mój Boże, spójrz na mnie.
Grandpa been rappin 'since' 83
Jestem naddźwiękowy jak J. J. Fad
* Got crazy ass shit pullin' out the bag *
Nie zapomnij o sosie tatarskim, yo, bo to smutne
All these crap rappers, they 're rappin' like crabs
Mam carte blanche, włóczęga
Nas jest narcyzem, moje kieszenie są okrągłe.
Nie jestem killa, ale w porównaniu z Tobą, jestem bardziej prawdziwy.
Nie jesteś strzelcem, gangsterem, ani dilerem narkotyków.
Obieranie ślimaków, nie jesteś, mafioso, nie
You ain ' t got the cutthroat in ya, beginner
I ain 't tryin' to hear your racket
Pracujesz z psem policyjnym, kapujesz, szczurze, nosisz tę kurtkę.
How many rappers must get dissed
Daj mi osiem taktów, i patrz, jak to błogosławię.
I start to reminisce, Oh, when I miss
The real hip hop with which I persistent
Jak rum w mojitos, kulach i banditos
Kulki Macy w zupie, kurtki i troop
Tak, wszyscy, to jest jeden z podręczników do historii.
Nasty Nas, what ' s the word, count it off on the hook
Idziemy! Raz, raz, dwa, dwa, trzy, trzy
Too many rappers, and there ' s still not enough emcees
/ Align = "left" /
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that ' s how we get it done like
Panie i panowie Uwaga, Nas w domu
Z Beastie Boys, możemy to zrobić
/ Align = "left" /
So if you got somethin ' on your mind, let it out
'Cause this type of lyric goes inside your brain
To blow you bullshit rapers straight out the frame
My lyrics spin round like a hurricane twister
Więc zabierz swój hologram z Wolf Blitzer
Too many rappers to shake a stick at
I outta charge a tax for every weak rap
I had to listen to 'cause we be makin' stacks
Like Stax Records, my squad we gotta pack, we never coming whack
Dla wszystkich raperów i hakerów
/ Align = "left" /
Wziąłem tort, ukradłem pleśń.
Złoty Mikrofon, dobrze, że jest mój trzymać
I po co te kąsacze w moim kroczu?
Sniffin', puffin', huffin', and mean muggin ' with a Blimpie Bluffin
Odwal się, frajerze, nic nie powiesz.
Jestem szerszy niż Broadway, byłem w projekcie korytarze
Dual tape recorder, lacin ' oratorials all day
Dopiero się rozkręcam, to gra wstępna.
A kiedy ta piosenka się skończy, będziecie mogli zaśpiewać razem z tym.
Mam Fetysz do Christiana Louboutina steppersa.
Słyszałem, że rosyjska blondynka jest najwilgotniejsza.
Ale w każdym razie, lepiej złożę hołd moim kumplom.
I o tym właśnie myślę, a rymowanka: kto następny?
Mike D-człowiek tajemnic
History in the makin', and now we 're takin'
Tytuły, nagrody i wyróżnienia
Scarin ' the competition as I sharpen my blades
Zbieramy się jak masło orzechowe i kanapki.
Jak pióro i papier, jak Picasso i płótna
Rockin ' stadiums and shitty bars
Cofnąć się w czasie, wysłać fax z mojego samochodu
Raz, raz, dwa, dwa, trzy, trzy
Too many rappers, and there ' s still not enough emcees
/ Align = "left" /
MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that ' s how we get it done like
Panie i panowie Uwaga, Nas w domu
Z Beastie Boys, możemy to zrobić
/ Align = "left" /
So if you got somethin ' on your mind, let it out