KRS One — I Get Wrecked tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown
Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya That’s right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common
We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme
I don’t sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can’t hear nothin but wreck, do not force me I can’t hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see
Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see, what you hear you hear
When you cheer and you cheer, I’m every fresh MC’s nightmare
The instrumental is fundamentally essential
When I practice I get sharp like a pencil
But the pencil’s made of oak, so don’t provoke
You’ll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I’m radical, mathematical if I have static I’ll
Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won’t have it I cover the whole gamit
Mic I’ll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot
This is a losing battle your like cattle
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle
Better yet you’re a snake so it rattles
I’ll dice you up like you’re apple, smash you into Snapple
I’m not, the one you wanna battle that bad
Or just give me your ass I’ll make a shoulder bag
I bring the blade all around
By the time I’m done you’ll be $ 2.99 a pound
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now it’s time to get props
Wack MC’s I just tax
I’ll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers, here’s the menace side
Shit aside, come inside, you’re goin on a murder ride
I’m energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical
Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no I’m not a fool
Takin you to school, don’t be late for school, fool
I’m suckin your girl while your ass in school
Fool, why bother drool, cause I’m too cool
I’m the man with lyrics that jam
Kickin MC’s in the face like Van Damme
Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma’am
Don’t eat Spam or no types of ham
You thought I fell off? You’re smokin somethin
You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin
You must be on a can of dope and dog food
You actin real rude, don’tcha know I’m Tim Dog dude?
So go ahead and flex, if you got necks
But when I get the mic I get wreck
So come on, come on, come on, come on
I’ll eat that ass that’s word is born
Rarrrrrgh!
Can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes)
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go Now don’t say nuttin while I’m checkin ya Causin hysteria been in more battles than America
Rap messanger, comin in quick I pick up the mizick and watch em stagger
Rip another verse and watch his body splatter
Whether you like me or not don’t matter, Kris is not a actor
I’ll burn your favorite rapper and leave him in stitches
Weak bitches, real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes
Ferociously, which one of these pussy MC’s can go at me
So if you wish to play me like a farmer
I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer
My pyschopathic fantastic pathic puts you in a casket
On top of that, you can get your ass kicked
Quick, awww shit
(undecipherable)
And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick
And I’m the lyrical lunatic, that flips offness with the quickness
Yo I get heated like cough menthalyptus now
The micraphone I must feel it I must touch it up Kris One and Tim Dog’s come to fuck it up Evidentally I bust shots till the glock is empty
No safety, pull the trigger tip don’t try to chase me Down, chase the sound you must be buggin
This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down
Boogie Down Boogie Down Produc-tions
Jump around be the one is the function
Tim Dog, why don’t you show em a little somethin
Baby baby um, maybe maybe um You better run, cause you know I have a gun
Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie
Take that bullshit rap down the street
A skippedy be bop be bop, Scooby Doo
That bullshit’s not me, that bullshit is you
I come correct, get much respect
Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck
Cause I’m the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
I’m the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
MC’s come close but never could get near
Cause I just smash, throwin keys through glass
Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash
So take your ass home, write a poem
And when you get nice, use the god damn phone
Cause I get buckwild, do some ole freestyle
And beat ya down with the turnstile
Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie
Me mi mo moggie, doggie
Rappers goin platinum doin this bullshit
I do the same shit, and make a big hit
Cause if you don’t like my lyrical flow
I gotta make dough, don’tcha know, ya little ho-
Mo- sexual I bet you will
Be on the dick if it turns into a hit
But that type of shit is jumpin the fuck off
So I do the same, now I’m comin off
So don’t get upset if you can’t get lyrical respect
Don’t get mad, get wreck
Yeahhh, this track has been dedicated, to real hip-hop
The lyrics, peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there
Peace to the Zulu Nation
Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse
And peace to the South Bronx, peace!
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown
Ostrzegałem cię.
Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya That ' s right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hooooooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
"I can get wreck" (yes), ha ha
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Czy Mogę dostać jeszcze jednego, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lirycznie i got the flow (ho), there ya go What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common
We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme
Nie brzmię jak Phyllis Simon czy Wynans.
Jestem rock Central Park, ale nie myl mnie z Paulem Simonem.
I can 't hear nothin but wreck, do not force me I can' t hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see
Piosenkarze przebrani za raperów kickin Love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see, what you hear you hear
Kiedy wiwatujesz i wiwatujesz, jestem koszmarem każdego nowego klubu.
Instrument jest fundamentalnie istotny
Kiedy ćwiczę, robię się ostry jak ołówek.
Ale ołówek jest z dębu, więc nie prowokuj
Spłukasz się, co ty sobie myślisz?
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Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won ' t have it I cover the whole gamit
Mic I ' ll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot
To przegrana bitwa.
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail machgle
Lepiej, że jesteś wężem, więc grzechocze.
Pokroję Cię jak jabłko, zmiażdżę na Snapple ' a.
I ' m not, the one you wanna battle that bad
Albo po prostu daj mi swój tyłek zrobię torbę na ramię
I bring The blade all around
Kiedy skończę, będziesz miał 2,99 dolara za Funt.
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Kurwa z KRS i pies i zostać posiekany
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while other slip-slop
Póki nie trafią na szczyt, teraz czas na rekwizyty.
Wack MC ' S I just tax
I ' ll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Suka dupa niggaz krok w bok
Raperzy Tenderoni, czyli twoje zabójstwo
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Gówno na bok, wejdź do środka, jedziesz na morderczą przejażdżkę
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Hipotetycznie tak to jest fajne, nie jestem głupcem
Zabieram cię do szkoły, nie spóźnij się do szkoły, głupcze.
Będę ssał twoją dziewczynę, gdy będziesz w szkole.
Głupcze, po co się ślinić, bo jestem za fajny
I ' m the man with lyrics that jam
Kickin MC ' s w twarz jak Van Damme
Shazam, cholera, dziękuję pani.
Nie jedz mielonki ani szynki.
Myślałeś, że spadłem? You ' re smokin somethin
Myślałeś, że jestem miękki? Naćpałeś się czy coś?
Musisz być na puszce z prochami i karmą dla psów.
Jesteś naprawdę niegrzeczny, nie wiesz, że jestem Tim Dog dude?
Więc napnij się, jeśli masz szyje.
But when I get the mic I get wreck
So come on, come on, come on, come on
I 'll eat that ass that' s word is born
Rarrrrrgh!
Can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Czy jesteś królem K R S (Ohhh tak)
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Czy Mogę dostać jeszcze jednego, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lirycznie i got the flow (ho), there ya go Now don 't say Nuttin while I' m checkin ya Causin hysteria been in more battles than America
RAP messanger, coming in quick I pick up the mizick and watch em stagger
"Rip another verse and watch his body splatter"
Nieważne, czy mnie lubisz, czy nie, Kris nie jest aktorem.
Spalę Twojego ulubionego rapera i zostawię go w szwach.
Słabe suki, prawdziwy renegat RAP rebels rip rhymes
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Więc jeśli chcesz grać ze mną jak farmer
I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Moja pyschopatyczna fantastyczna patic umieszcza cię w trumnie
Do tego możesz dostać po dupie.
Szybko, cholera.
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And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick
A ja jestem lirycznym szaleńcem, który z szybkością ucieka.
Yo I get heared like cough mentalyptus now
Muszę to wyczuć. muszę go dotknąć. Kris One i Tim Dog przyszedł go spierdolić.
Nie ma bezpieczeństwa, pociągnij za spust. nie próbuj mnie ścigać.
This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down
Boogie Down Boogie Down products-tions
Skok wokół be the one is the function
Tim Dog, może pokażesz im coś
Baby baby um, maybe maybe um lepiej uciekaj, bo wiesz, że mam Broń
Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie
Take that breit rap down the street
Skippedy be Bop be Bop, Scooby Doo
To nie ja, to Ty.
I come correct, get much respect
Zrób trochę hummina hummina gówno, i nadal się rozbić
Bo jestem psem, pierdolonym psem ya hear
I ' m the Dog, the mutafuckin Dog ya hear
MC ' s come close but never could get near
Bo po prostu rozbijam, rzucam kluczami przez szybę.
Weź jego kasę, skopać mu tyłek i skoczyć na podwórko.
Więc zabierz swój tyłek do domu, napisz wiersz
A kiedy będziesz miły, użyj cholernego telefonu.
Bo ja mam buckwilda, robię ole freestyle
And beat ya down with the turnstile
Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana Fanna fo foggie
Me mi mo moggie, piesek
Raperzy going platinum doing this bullshit
Robię to samo i robię wielki hit.
Bo jeśli nie lubisz mojego lirycznego przepływu
I gotta make dough, don ' Tcha know, ya little ho-
Mo-sexual I bet you will
"Be on the dick if it turns into a hit"
Ale ten typ gówna skacze, kurwa,
Więc robię to samo, teraz wychodzę
Więc nie denerwuj się, jeśli nie zdobędziesz lirycznego szacunku.
Don ' t get mad, get wreck
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Peace to Willie D and The Boogie Down Production posse
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