Текст песни Animal (Harry Shotta Show) с переводом

No playing about, no debating

Too many dibby dibby MC’s getting bare ratings

No kicking back, no intro, straight in

No time off, in the kitchen baking

Like Raekwon I’m a chef with the recipe

Best of me ain’t been seen yet, Destiny’s

Child wild child with the wild freestyle

So wild with the style, I was raised on Chester P

Skinnyman poetry, poisonous pedigree

Fuse rap with the DNB so cleverly

Nobody in DNB is lyrically ahead of me

And they will never be, I’m ahead of them on the melody

Jealousy, better be, switched off quick

'fore I kill these clowns like Ben did Heather B

Friends turned enemy, when you get better fees

I’ll bun lickle rats and I’ll tief your cheddar cheese

Minor, the rhyme asylum, my diner

Diamond drill flows in your brain, co-signer

Of Azza and Grima, grimy one liner

Like Grim Sickers, I’ll black bin bag him

Toe tag him, tag up the Great Wall of China

I’m a rhymer, that can’t be compared to anybody I swear

I sink your cruise liner

Bring any crew and I’ll spin ya best rhymer

Anyone friend or foe, get to know man

Tell me I’m major, I’m yet to blow

Man are hogging the mic, spitting hundred bars

I spit a quick sixteen, when I get to flow

And make a boy look stupid, go and ask Rude Kid

My time on the set, you better move it

No I don’t, wanna go back to back

With 2 tracks, two twos, you’re wack and I’ll prove it

Super human lyrically murdering any riddim

You can do it in a second I reckon, I get a brudda fuming

You’re assuming you could even kick it with me lyrically

A miracle for you to even try with your gimmicky

Style so simplistic stupidity

The soul of mischief nine three till infinity

I graduated from the school of Skibadee

Shabba D, Fallacy, Wu-Tang Killa Bee

Alien ability, flow so military

Master like P, No Limit G, bil a tree

Kick back acrobat with these acronyms

And sublimes, abstract with agility

J Dilla tracks spin round in my memory

I’m cold with the meti’s, punchlines and similes

Like Krept, but you can’t clone nobody similar

Sick on the mic, like my don Mynature

Room turn to a furnace

When I finish a thirty two massacre, go and ask Lineker

I’m man of the (match)

When I draw for the (match)

Mix liquor with the gas on the track, I’m sinister

I, don’t trust any prime minister

Any MP, with their nasty ways, I’m Dillinja

Carry on, killing the riddim with lyricism

And when I’m with Scru, the flow just gets fizzier

Everyone says my bookings are nuts

But I screw them down, I wanna be busier

I’m a spinners, that’s why you dizzier

Rhyme chlamydia, what? Getting rid of ya

Smooth like Nivea, lotion, potent

Pugilist, lyricist properly smoking

The mic while you’re probably sulking, no king

We can’t collab' on a tune insulting

Intelligence, you’re no relevant, boasting

Bout you got bars, but I heard your bars

And all I’m saying is kid better stick to hosting

I’ll bring out the rage and Zack de la Roch' him

Mix rap with the DNB, nobody seeing me

I do a six hour set like I’m Andy C

From the start to the E-N-D

My fee 3 bags, and the X-0 Brandy

You can ask Fatman D, I’m biological on these beats

And my Young Gunz handy

With their fist, don’t get it twist, man ain’t trying to war

But don’t play me for no Gandhi

I’ll play dirty, kill 'em on a riddim, you know, we get murky

Man a man are big since Kool Skool, trust me a true school don

Take shots at Shotta; the certified Certi

Go and ask Funky, Flirt he, knows the levs

When I take my aim and expertly

Shut the ting down from early

With a strong flow, big combo like Eks Man and Erbzie

(Wha) duppy any bloodclart Shubz

In the manor in the man are on taking your goods

Dem man are too boog, try looking all hood

With the hoody up, half way crooks get shook

From a lyrical acrobat, back to back with that

Smacking the track, I see change adapt to that

Wacking 'em back with that, pattern attack the track

Any tempo don man dem ah rap to that

Back to back with that, dark up a deep track

What’s going on Phants, bring the beat back

I’m Organik on the riddim I’ll eat that

Your top three don’t include me, delete that

Your opinion nah nah nah, keep that

To yourself, scratch that fuck off and tweet that

Any publicity good publicity

Sweet boys don’t get brave, don’t speak back

I’ma speak that real talk, me be wack

Never gonna happen, I’m dope like a G pack

G’s in the game see that

I’m a G, when it comes to to the wordplay, GG we crack

Grey Goose, ganging it, banging it, we lack

In no area, my G’s be that

Clique in the corner, skanking to 2Pac

Underground kings, but you already knew that

True that, who that, rude cat, man ah move that

Food to the fiends in the clubs when I slew that

Stage show, music junkie’s want new raps

Addicts all panic, when I serve up new tracks

Lick this, chew that, bars, I do that

Cup of tea brew that, write me a new rap

You cats scared of the lava

The flow father, ring of fire I just jump through that

Dynamite flow, so sick, hypnosis

In the summer solstice, I’m getting explosive

Impulsive rhymer, injecting two dosage

So corrosive, and these jokers know this

The oldest trick in the book it won’t work on me

With the bars I’m berserk, better focus

On the front line, I’ma deal with the jokers

Tracks so dope, it’s transcending cultures

Man ah man talking 'bout there bigger or badder

I kill 'em with the venom, pulling up the ladder

I’m mad as a mad hatter, mad as a Blackadder

Dealing with the matter, the maddest and baddest UK rapper

Track smacker, Chewbacca, slew rappers, you rappers, ain’t dappers

I’m a dappa dan, you mother fuckers look knackered, weak

Now it’s all getting all peak

Got everybody talking like Nicki and Meek

Unique on a riddim political like Peek

Don’t speak, no doubt, I’m Insta your Keek

Doing everything you wanna but never gonna I leek

Tracks hotter than the weather in Mozambique

I’m a freak of nature it’s not that deep

Man ask how did I get so many bars

My advice to the bredda was, «Donny don’t sleep»

Out rap anybody in the club, in the street

Any new school don that they say’s got heat

Take time take seat, take note while I beat this beat

Beep-Beep, flat line, I’ll eat

Your heart like English Frank, take no defeat

Any cipher without me not complete

Man ah try spit complex, they’re not on beat

I’m a beast on the mic; I battle 'em on street

Don’t flop or you might get drop on the concrete

DNB King Team Drumz like Drepzi

But you might hear me on some Eski

Beats, most versatile, do not test me

I’m a modern day Dizzy Gillespie

Scatting on the track, and I’m wacking 'em back — McEnroe

Making a racket, best keep on clapping yo

Clap back on a rap track slap a fassy ole

Cassidy style, catch bodies on Cassio

Classical kingpin, cooking like casseroles

Cats try cat my flow, complete batty oles

Don don dad the dadio like Bagio

Riding the groove like Rider or Fabio

Fantastic, on a macky I go wacko

Barack Obama, blacking out in a black hole

The capo when I snap, no pop crackle

Want more like Mackle

Kick back and cackle

Major like C when I battle, debacles

Won the true son of the sixth son, I tackle

Too many topics, rhyme vandal, Rambo

Lethal like Bizzle, in his Lambo, I’m Django

Come back with an artillery, can’t handle

Hand to hand, mic to mic get scramble

Can’t mess with my ability, can’t gamble

Ramble on diss me fam, that’s a scandal

Bring in the deep ting on a riddim like Randal

Couldn’t hold a candle to the way I come with a brand new angle

In a black Kangol, sipping on Tango, breh’s get strangle

With the mic lead, then head straight to Nando’s

Extra hot ting, never lime with the mango

Looking on a black card like my don Jamal

Keeping it funky, are you gonna bang though?

Bangs in the whip, real life no panto

Mime, I never mine like the chick from the land of

Fog in the Time, is all mine, all fine

When I define, flow perfection on b line’s

He ain’t got a clue how to market me

So he offered a contract, but I just declined

Jumped in the whip, my boy sparked the piff

But I still don’t smoke the reefa, I declined

Treat the game like it’s tea time

Eat everything that I can as quick as I can, quicker than

Running in Twickenham, licking shots, with a sicker plan

Sick of these sod’s I’m gonna kill 'em like a wicker man

Wickedest lyrical terrorist but never typical

These dickheads couldn’t flow as quick as this and keep it lyrical

Analysing the flow I be kicking, it’s very spiritual

The pinnacle of double time ripping up any visual

Visualise me spitting these lyrics I think it’s pitiful

Throwing darts at the Shotta on a subliminal

Sonically I’m on a different level no apology

You bredda’s ain’t feeling my flow that shits criminal

Proved it, so many times with so many rhymes

So many times I’ve shined, on so many shows

So many flows, my catalogue of these videos

Work rates (fucked) I’m stepping back into physio

Physically and mentally ready to get busy though

Rascal in the booth tryna get a little Dizzy though

2015, you can smell my hunger

Bust rhymes quick then I just asked what’s the dealy O

Do what I wanna and I will when I wanna

When I wanna Maradona on the mic, them cynical

Cats are too clinical, see wars I win 'em all

War mongers dead in the clash there all minimal

Minors, I’m king of all flows so flammable

Gang bang beats, I’m a true track cannibal

Hannibal Lecter, in the sector

Mechanical mind on the mic, I’m a bloodclart animal!