Public Enemy — Resurrection tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Resurrection", wykonawca: Public Enemy.
Tekst piosenki
Damn back again up on track again
Some of y’all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites forget like marionettes
Strings in the back like nets
The chosen one who can laugh themselves to death
Lack of rhymes meaningless punch lines
Battle for your mind
Like Israel and Palastine
Good news there is some hard ass times
No more disses
Repeated hook lines and chorus'
Days of doris'
Got issues and wishes
Got the jam but gettin paid up off the misses
Ain’t nothin wrong but wait fuck another love song
It’s the r&b strangler bringing nosie in the wranglers
Rock all the heads big times and alzheimers
Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Now the pitch
Lord save us from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
Put my soul in it Care less about the gold in it Boom the shootie
Got 'em running from the paparazzi
Lodie dotie
When the feds come and doom your party
Cracker in the back
Don’t you know it’s illuminati
Ain’t nothing changed
PE we be the same crew
Resurrection in the game here to save you
Flava Flav:
Yo it’s going down baby
It’s going down family
That’s my word
We gettin ready to turn this shit to the two and three zeros
Ya know what I’m sayin
Have all the clocks goin backwards
Have everything goin haywire
You lauged before let’s see you laugh now blue cow
How now black cow
Word to bird
Word to bird
Word to bird nigga
Chuck D:
One on one
Hard like tarot cards
Behold the one man million man march
Takes a nation
400 year violation
Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour
Hazordus no you don’t like lazarus
Just black baby
Where my soul be at Star spelled backwards is rats
Let bra man rap
I’m trapped in the back with these industry cats
One step forward two steps back
Making habits claiming habitats
Ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contniental
I’m the mouth that roared
Swore to the Lord
The eye of hawk
Both live and die by the sword
The forbidden
The six man be sinning from the beginning
The suckers hand be hidden
Intesne
Knocking your block with some sense
PE got more jewels than dead presidents
The devil try to get me cross like a crucifix
But I am focused on the vultures
Like a loc of locusts
New world order is goin down
Gettin round
I’m the spook that sat by the sound
Fucking with Sadamn will bring a new Saigon
Ain’t nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy
Flava Flav:
Yeah that’s right
Nine eight
No joking
We coming out smoking
And for all y’all that’s been sleeping on us You’re lacking you’re lacking
Aiyo check 1−2
I’ve got my mand that’s about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I’m saying
Check 1−2
Aiyo Masta Killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you ain’t done son
Ball 'em with the back of the gun son
Make 'em run son
Masta Killa:
Sliding down broadway beneath the j line
Slumped in the incline position
Mind travellin beyond the shell
Which holds the soul controlled by the Allah
I be most humble but also punishable
For those who are unlawful to righteousness
I strive to stay alive and live this
Many fell victim to the wisdom
I mastered this
The track ovulates the mic like prostate gland imperegnates
Onto the paper the pain pours
For the love of my brother that hurts just the same
Fuck fame
My gun I bust to maintain
Moods are insiduous
Baffels and eludes those who label the God being anti-social
Chose not to apply their third eye
I travel at the speed of thought rate
It’s fatal
What will enable a man to levitate
Flava Flav:
And you can take that and put that on the back of your brain
Coming straight to you from Masta Killa
Ain’t nuttin iller
I told you PE is still in full effect
Beyond the year 2000
We ain’t taking no shorts
And y’all need to know that
To make your head fat boy
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
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Some of y ' all black again it got dark
Na miejsca, gotowi.
Out of sight out of mind
Hipocyty zapominają jak marionetki
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Wybraniec, który potrafi się śmiać na śmierć.
Brak rymów
Battle for your mind
Jak Izrael i Palastyna
Dobre wieści są ciężkie czasy.
No more disses
Powtarzające się haki i refren"
Days of doris"
Got issues and wishes
Got the jam but getting paid up off the misses
Ain ' t nothin wrong but wait fuck another love song
To dusiciel R & b bringing nosie in the wranglers
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Shot the pill while I drop skills up in Brazil
Teraz boisko
Lord save us from that sword of Davis
That kidnap hip hop tracks and the beats in the game of rap
"Put my soul in it Care less about the gold in it Boom the shootie"
"Got' em running from the paparazzi"
Lodie dotie
Kiedy federalni przyjdą i zniszczą Twoją imprezę
Cracker in the back
Don 't you know it' s illuminati
Ain ' t nothing changed
We be the same crew
Zmartwychwstanie w grze tutaj, aby cię uratować
Flava Flav:
Yo it ' s going down baby
It ' s going down family
To moje słowo.
Przygotowujemy się, by zmienić to gówno na dwa i trzy zera.
Ya know what I ' m saying
Niech wszystkie zegary idą do tyłu.
"Have everything going whywire"
"You lauged before let' s see you laugh now blue cow"
How now black cow
Word to bird
Word to bird
Word to bird nigga
Chuck D:
One on one
Twarde jak karty tarota
Oto one man million man march
Takes a nation
400 rok p. n. e.
Apocalyptic no power in this happy hour
Hazordus nie lubisz Lazarusa
Just black baby
"Where my soul be at Star"
Let BRA man rap
Jestem uwięziony z tyłu z tymi kotami z branży.
One step forward two steps back
Making habits
Ratta tat tat
Wish you could turn back the hands of time
And get mental
Pop the track eight track lincoln contnient
I ' m the mouth that roared
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Oko Jastrzębia
Zarówno żyć i umrzeć od miecza
The forbidden
The six man be sinning from the beginning
The suckers hand be hidden
Intesne
"Knocking your block with some sense"
PE ma więcej klejnotów niż zmarli prezydenci
Diabeł próbuje mnie wkurzyć jak krucyfiks.
Ale skupiam się na sępach.
Jak szarańcza
New world order is going down
Getting round
Jestem upiorem, który siedział przy dźwięku.
Kurwa z Sadamn przyniesie nowy Sajgon
Ain ' t nothing changed PE we be the same crew boy
Flava Flav:
Tak, zgadza się.
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Bez żartów.
We coming out smoking
I dla was wszystkich, którzy na nas spali, brakuje Wam, brakuje wam.
Aiyo check 1-2
Mam swojego człowieka, który zakradnie się do Ciebie i Twojej ekipy.
Ya know what I ' m saying
Próba 1-2
Aiyo Masta Killa
And show 'em you ain' t done son
"Ball' em with the back of the gun son"
Make ' em run son
Masta Killa:
Sliding down broadway beneath the J line
Osunięcie w pozycji nachylonej
Mind travellin beyond the shell
Który trzyma duszę kontrolowaną przez Allaha
Jestem bardzo pokorny, ale i karny.
Dla tych, którzy są bezprawni dla sprawiedliwości
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Wielu padło ofiarą mądrości.
Opanowałem to.
Utwór omija mikrofon jak gruczoł krokowy
* Na papier leje się ból *
Z miłości do mojego brata, która tak samo boli.
Fuck fame
My gun I bust to maintain
Nastroje są podstępne.
Baffels i umyka tym, którzy określają Boga jako antyspołecznego
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I travel at the speed of thought rate
To śmiertelne.
Co pozwoli człowiekowi lewitować
Flava Flav:
I możesz to wziąć i włożyć do mózgu.
Prosto do Ciebie z Masta Killa
Ain ' t nuttin iller
Mówiłem ci, że WF jest nadal w pełni sprawny.
Poza rokiem 2000
We ain ' t taking no shorts
I musicie to wiedzieć.
To make your head fat boy