Текст песни Battle Hymn (Celph Titled) с переводом

I travel underground like the Goonies with a bag full of uzis

Emerging in a corner store where Arabs sell loosies

My banger’s on the waist, I never wave it around

But I always chamber a round when there’s strangers around

Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max

Never relax, study the facts and stockpile gats

Cause the sky’s about to bleed blood out from the clouds

This gas mask’s in my backpack when walking through crowds

The post-apocalyptic, optic fitted with bionic circuitry

Surgically planted perfectly, no way to word it verbally

But extrasensory perception got me detecting

Any cop or detective, intercept them, and stop 'em with weapons

King Syze, Vinnie Paz, we like Animal Hawk

Grammatical master for art, Heavy Metal we smashing your thoughts

We upper level, you rappers are technicians

Undergraduates I gotta doctorate when it comes to ripping

Scientific, I was spawned from a different species

And if you beat me, you gon' fight me every time you see me

It’s never over, fuck Syze it’s King Cobra

I’m brushing off my shoulders, spittin lethal plus we taking over

I’m getting older so I live by the new slogan

That Philly shit the barrel smoke will leave your head open

IIt’s open season on any rapper who want to beef with

The Army of the Pharaohs, yeah man we’ll bring the seasoning

Don’t hit me with the drama, don’t approach me 'bout no B. I

Cause I’m a Pharaoh king, and y’all ain’t worthy of a reply

Bodies I’ve caught decomposing on the seaside

Catch me river dancing through the bloody waters, knee-high

Mind state is cutthroat, can’t walk around deprived

My team shut it down, any access will be denied

Crown royal status Puerto-Ricans, that’s how we ride

Nocturnal souls mesmerized by the streetlights

One shot at glory, game will never give you three tries

For the haters I’ve murked, they would love to see me die

Acid tripping vision, everything look hi-defy

Drugs, money, liquor, only things that get me by

I got a lot of hate, I got to learn to love, stop the date

But some days I would rather murder than populate

Either way, I gotta open up the cosmic gates

Who knows what the future holds, gotta watch and wait

I can’t function clear, keep a ton of guns and beer

I never sweat it, I get arrested like once a year

My gun big as two guns, you should cover your ears

Believe half of what you see and nothing you hear

Nobody listens, I got a lot of ground to cover

Bullets go in one ear and out the other

Tucked the weapon in, kick his face

In the blood pool like give him a taste of his own medicine

Impeach the president, I’m pulling out my ray-gun

Chuck D’s greatest line and y’all ain’t even thank him

Y’all ain’t on my radar, horrible like Hagar

Mos Eisleys flow, beats banging on the space bar

Haters get mad, start banging on the spacebar

Flip over the desk, ought to take it up with HR

Your bitch give Bad Brains, like she work for H. R

I be where the rays are, you wonder where the weights are

I’m a cannibal, you cats wonder where the plates are

I know that I’m immortal why you wonder where the gates are

I Cold Crush your Brother like Grandmaster Caz

Paz work with the .45 like Lakim Shabazz

I’m from the East Coast nigga, but I’m still loc’ed out

I grew up inside the crack-house, my moms was smoked out

You know the kid with the bummy kicks, holes in his jeans

Same shirt, chilling on some bummy shit

Yeah, that was me though, attracted to the metal like Magneto

Sneakers started talking like ay bandito

Got my own never borrowed or begged for shit

Now it’s on cause I’m rolling with the Pharaohs legit

Tired of rappers always rhyming that bullshit

Catch at you at your CD signing, with a full clip

Now, how you feel about the Pharaohs and the Demigodz?

That’s what I thought nigga, because we large and in charge

Keep shooters on stash, move and they blast

Refugees that came on an inner tube with a gat

Rubix Cuban code name, but you will respect the handle

Spend checks on Windex so I shine the chrome enamel

I throw hands with the devil so ain’t much to fear after

Bitches cry over me, I’m a top tier rapper

American Idol with a wet wipe for you Desperate Housewives

Firecracker go off from my brick, the whole house white

And I will outright say that you soft

I write your favorite writer that you base your style off of

I’ll let the Tec blast in ya, if the check cash finish

Shells give you a turtle-face, make ya back splinter

With the semi-automatic, sipping henny in the attic

Spitting heavy with the god of the Serengeti blasted

Fasted, ‘till I downloaded the attachment

The hunger came back, and I’m eating like a savage

Walking through the labyrinth, imagining it’s Nazareth

Throwing more stones at the throne, lone catalyst

Puff puff pass it, that ain’t ever been me

Only had the urge to annihilate the emcee

Used to ride the ten-speed, and copped the top ten sneaks

Never thought I’d be in Budapest counting ten Gs

But it all makes sense to me

Pharaoh clique sick man we thick more than ten feet

If I ain’t heard of y’all rappers then you gotta be soft

That’s the reason why I talk about the bodies I caught

Bodies in north, New Haven down to New York

If it’s a fight they put in front of me, it’s gotta be fought

They got me in court for carrying the burner on the waist

My lawyer is an animal, he murdering the case

Boombox hardbody murdering the tape

I’ll take your fucking heart like a burglar on a date

I’m magic with the four-fifth, perfect with the eight

I lavish with the lyricals, superlatives is great

Mash a motherfucker out, tourniquet his face

Jheri-head rappers ain’t assertive as the great, yeah