Текст песни C Delores (Royce 5'9) с переводом

It is obscene, it is obscene, it is obscene

In 1992 the Canadian Supreme Court ruled that it was more important to ban

speech that is dehumanizing to women than to protect free speech.

Now we see the direct and indirect effects. We see the rise in murder,

in abuse, in battles, teen prostitution, and teen suicide. We hear the wailing

mothers, the grieving sisters, the tormented brothers and fathers,

and children planning their own funeral with pink dresses and pink caskets.

If the filth that is portrayed in these gangsta rap videos and art is not

obscene then I submit that nothing is obscene

We started off as targets

We had the Congress mad at the whole genre

Tryna get rid of us

Now it’s like we not even trying to be good

It’s like we just sitting ducks in the eyes of evil

I open windows with hopes that the wind blows blessings

Set my Timbo’s next to my dresser with the Nintendo, and yes

The extendo’s on the AK 47 and its are invoked

It’s time, it’s time to move something

I guess we missed our window to try to prove something

Spot a whack producer across the room

Walk up to him, smack his hookah across the moon

Break a platinum plaque over a rapper back

Go and toss that bitch into a dark lagoon

Go into the heart of the art form with a harpoon

They ain’t skilled enough to stand the field with us

You gon' have to retire me

It’s only like four or five of you rappers who can actually inspire me

I be out here telling the truth

I should sign my autograph with a polygraph

I move in silence

Tryna get to you 'fore you could brace yourself

Cause I’m tryna put yo' ass in a body cask'

Y’all niggas lollygag — not me

This evening I’m with the biggest spenders having the most prestigious dinner

You eating Church’s Chicken with suspicious fictitious sinners

I’m a living legend, you a fidget spinner

I’m getting cheddar, they tryna catch up to my past ends

And I’m getting better, tryna catch up and pass Em'

I be blacking out, you could ask them

Everything I spit be sick, gag phlegm

Everything I wear be tailor-made to fit, Giraffe trim

Huh, it seem like everybody out here right now wanna be 'Pac

While I’m zoning, stirring the pot

I’m 'bout to go so motherfucking Lamont Coleman

This 'bout to be disturbing to watch

While I’m out here swerving the drop

Your favorite rapper 'bout to get cleaned up, served in a box

Like laundry detergent, pushing 'round these birds with a mop

Tryna stay in a genius, creative state of mind

Tryna stay sharper than straight sharks in a 'gator pond

Grate her down, all for the greater good and the greater grind

While they denying now, all these heathens be crying 'bout

Taking care of two, three dudes but these people be lying

We keeping it G, we keeping the iron out

They feed negativity, we eating vagina while

Keeping it Zion, we turning the streets of Detroit to a D zoo

Eating while we feed people to lions

The dude did eyeball, with me psycho and schizo

He think that he Luke, he like to lift you and make you skywalk

You don’t wanna play with none of his make-believe truth

They’ll make the iron speak too

He’ll do the R2D2 to your art

Until it’s parts of a easel

Threw a piece of your heart in a jar for the people

To dissect at Juilliard

I’m the best at who we are, that’s fucking food for thought

Nobody else been thinking like me thus far though

Subpar cerebrals

For 400 years, profit came before principle. We marched for our right to at

Selma, I was there with Dr. King. Music that glorifies and promotes violence

with guns, knives, and drugs and that includes all this gangsta rap, that’s it.

We march again and we’re gonna keep on marching

I make your mouthpiece obese like Delores

While I’m flipping pies like Patti LaBelle, Sara Lee

Eating all the bark with Gargamel off of the cherry tree

King of the dark art, all is pale compared to me

Let the hail from the evil word flip hath fury

While hip-hop stay colorful fruity like RiFF RaFF jewelry

I enter into a different intuitiveness on instruments

I just whiplash new beats

You just the next wave to catch a catchy catchphrase

I’m just a neck brace to the next crazy contestant who should step to me,

net pay

Tell paparazzi I’m charging sales tax to media

In order to picture these digits, press will have to capture Loch Ness

On the back of a hellcat or capture a meteor

Me, I left from the frying pan like the Devil’s last ingredient

While Jesus wept I made boss music flunkies relate to

Better each time I came through like I held back the previous

Look, I’m the real thang

These niggas just here to provide dangerous detail

If any of y’all MCM’s is any flyer than me here

These niggas listen to sign language, probably speak Braille

Me, I’m just about to stick my dick in the dirt

Either that or a model, these Ether raps are the Bible

I’m gon' relapse for a bottle or being a

Relax for a throttle

One of the last living rap forefathers who wouldn’t ask for a dollar

My style lethal ferocious

Streaming out your club when your single drop

Like a single drop of blood off the beak of a vulture

Uh, I broke my key off in the car door

Just as I was on my way to score a quarter key off

I’m an angel at squalor

My threshold for pain goes farther than a marine who’s been ordered to war

So a 3: 45, which, by the way, is a quarter a to four

Somebody ask me for change for a dollar

While I spray your ass with four different fours

More layers than 44

Vocabulary lords sicker than Herbie’s recording thesaurus

The Virgin Mary took a morning-after pill the morning before fornicating the

Lord

They gave birth to me 44 days later drinking a 40 at the coroner’s door

Therefore, this is more than just my dormitory

This is the safe place I come to look Benjamin in the face

So when you gon' end up getting ate? Like four and four

Icicles is made of blood-boiling water alluring gore

I’m here to combine all three Bar Exams for a fourth

While I shoot the shit as deep as though, so it’s four to four

While driving a Ford wondering why guys look at me foreign for

We’re beaten with billy clubs and we’re bitten with dogs unleashed by.

We will not tolerate injustice and insults from our worst enemies then,

and we sure ain’t gonna accept insults from our youth