LL Cool J — Eat Em Up L Chill tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
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Tekst piosenki
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Bring on the mo’s and ho’s
Don’t snooze or doze
Cause I’m rippin up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown
I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
So much material, but not materialistic
Imperial styles I use
When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused
Come with it, if you feel you’re full-fledged
Or yell «Geronimo!"and jump off the edge
Your e-n-d is near when I appear
The stage is yours, but wait until the smoke clears
Rhyme sayer, and I’m here to lay a load
So watch a player when he’s playin in player mode
Uncle L’s bad, and you’re soon to say
Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
MC’s are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
You’re not complete, I’m battlin a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin
And I be demandin that you’re abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
While I’m at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? No one knows
Like I said before, bring on the mo’s and ho’s
I know my abc’s and my p’s and q’s
Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored
The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren’t endowed
Took a crack of the 40 and went to show em how
You like me now, but you didn’t before
Cause you forgot I was raw
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L)
Ah Future of the funk, ah
(Go 'head, baby)
(Do it)
Go 'head, baby
(Do it)
Yeah
(Do it)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L)
It’s so visual the way I’m throwin down
Visualize MC’s goin down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is: I’ma get mines
I saw the cord-less, boy, I’m gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found em in a mouse trap
Don’t try to front while the freestyle’s droppin
He wants to battle, he must be needle-poppin
You better notify your next akin
Cause when I begin it’s like a needle to the skin
If you wasn’t prepared
Then you ought to be scared
But even if you was
You’re aware what the rhyme does
I remember when you was an amateur
Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
Bought the album, analyzed the style
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew!) God bless you, child
I’m unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapper’ll fall when the mission’s complete
I daze and amaze, my display’s a faze
Every phrase is a maze as Uncle L slays
The competition that’s lost in a freestyle
Cause on the mic I’m the golden child
With the magical wand that they’re callin a mike
And when MC’s approach it turns into a spike
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Why don’t you just chill
(Eat em up, L)
Yeah
Yeah
I wanna say what’s up to my man Kool Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu Nation
Know what what I’m sayin
My man Marley Marl and DJ Clash
My man B-Blast
Rush Town
Def Jam
We in the house
Of course I gotta say what’s up to my homeboys EPMD
Yeah
I get busy
Peace
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Bring on the mo 's and ho' s
Nie drzemaj ani nie drzemaj
Bo rozrywam przedstawienia
Zatkaj nos, trupy są w pobliżu.
Zostawiam zadrapania pod łzami klauna.
I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
Tyle materiału, ale nie materialistycznego
Style imperialne, których używam
Kiedy mikrofon jest podniesiony tłum jest rozbawiony
Chodź z tym, jeśli czujesz, że jesteś pełnoprawny
Albo krzyczeć " Geronimo!"i skoczyć z krawędzi
Twój e-n-d jest blisko kiedy się pojawiam
Scena jest Twoja, ale poczekaj aż dym opadnie.
Rhyme sayer, and I ' m here to lay a load
Więc oglądaj gracza, gdy gra w trybie gracza
Wujek L jest zły, i wkrótce powiesz
Bo rozerwę mikrofon, aż rozpadnie się toon.
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
MC ' s are dumb, I catch em in a dragnet
Ty nie jesteś kompletny, ja jestem battlin fragment
Tak kreatywny, dowcipny i wybitny
And I be demandin that you ' re abondoned
In the desert or a wild west town
A ja jestem u Ciebie na wiśni.
Gdzie się zatrzyma? Nikt nie wie.
Tak jak mówiłem wcześniej, przyprowadźcie mo 's i ho' s
Znam moje abc, moje p I q
Po prostu wyluzuj i słuchaj rejsu rymów
Wszyscy na pokład, dorsz jest nagrodą.
Niektórzy byli ignorowani, gdy koncertowali, bo się nudzili.
Tłum był głośny, słowa nie były obdarzone
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Lubisz mnie teraz, ale nie wcześniej.
Bo zapomniałaś, że byłem surowy.
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L)
Future of the funk, ah
(Go ' head, baby)
(Do it)
Go ' head, baby
(Do it)
Tak.
(Do it)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat em up, L)
# It 's so visual the way I' m throwin down #
Visualize MC ' s going down
"In a barrage of bullets combined with rhymes"
Morał tej historii brzmi: "i' ma get mines"
I saw the cord-less, boy, I ' m gonna house that
Twoje rymy są tandetne, znalazłeś je w pułapce na myszy.
Don 't try to front while the freestyle' s droppin
On chce walczyć, musi być needle-poppin
Lepiej powiadom następnego Akina.
Bo kiedy zaczynam to jest jak igła w skórę
If you wasn ' t prepared
Więc powinieneś się bać.
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Wiesz, co robi rymowanka?
Pamiętam, kiedy byłeś amatorem.
Writin your rhymes, starin at my signature
Kupił album, przeanalizował styl
Tisk-tisk (Hatchew! Niech cię Bóg błogosławi, dziecko.
Jestem wyjątkowy, gdy mówię do bitu.
Kolejny raper upadnie, gdy misja się zakończy.
I daze and amaze, my display ' s a faze
2006: Every fraze is a maze jako Wujek L
Zawody w freestyle ' u
Bo na mikrofonie jestem złotym dzieckiem
Z magiczną różdżką, którą nazywają mike
A gdy MC się zbliża, zamienia się w SKOK.
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Chill
(Eat em up, L)
Dlaczego się nie wyluzujesz?
(Eat em up, L)
Tak.
Tak.
I wanna say what ' s up to my man Kool Herc
I mój człowiek Afrika Bambaataa i naród Zulu
"Know what what I 'm saying"
Mój człowiek Marley Marl i DJ Clash
My man B-Blast
Rush Town
Def Jam
We in the house
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Tak.
Jestem zajęty.
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