Текст песни Crudd Central (Roachie) с переводом

Like that, yeah?

Ayy, this next one, 'Crudd Central'

The central of crudd

You already know who it is

It’s myself, Unique, the one and only

Oh, you think darkness is your ally. But you merely adopted the dark;

I was born in it, moulded by it. I didn’t see the light until I was already a

man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!

Back on the violence

The Homicide Writer, rhymes that I’m reviving

Mask on my face like I’m Bane in The Dark Knight Rises

Insane on a dark night, rising

Something that’ll damage you

Don’t go down that avenue

This route will show bullets, I could have in you

See, I could switch to an attitude

Go wild with a mask I’m Crash Bandicoot

Or Jim Carey

Kick back’s mad, haffi lift something heavy

One touch like the iPhone

I’ll have your eyes closed, thinking you’re bold like a ‘berry?

I’ll open your dome on your belly

I’ll have you resting, put you in a casket resting

Under the soil you’ll rest in

I’ll put you in a deep sleep, inception

No offence, but I don’t play well with others

Yeah, yeah, now I don’t care-a

One bang, knock off your breh’s New Era

Who better? You never, too clever

Hugh Heffer, Playboy, true fella

Yeah, I’m like who are you, bredda?

Sixteen show you who can do better

Right now, I don’t care no more

Bullshit, I don’t wanna hear no more

I swear these niggas so fucking shit

I can’t swear no more (oi Ghetts)

I’m in a back alley with a black yatty

Fat batty, I’mma tear those off (bam)

Then order some gun holsters

Put a pair of those on (yeah, yeah)

Fam, spray a sixteen

Kill two MCs that year, then I’m gone

Bring me everyone. EVERYONE!

Bullets fly from 0 to 100 in London

Last year 2000 lungs were punctured

So many gunmen surrounding the circumference

These bruddas are stumbling

If the .45 weren’t about, I would’ve stuck it in (no homo)

And left him suffering

Until a passer-by discovered him, covered in blood

Cousin, I will tuck you in, brudda it’s love

Take a look at what the government’s done

So stressed out, I was plucking him up

Six months later, I was in cuffs

Put me on G-wing, punched up a gov

Man better leave it before he gets slumped

Roachee was moving like he was on drugs

Oh my goodness, has he got a gun?

Them times I was in the ghetto having fun like

Tek the wah and left the wah?

You sound like a pussyhole

Day job, slang ounce

Can’t put my daughter in hand-me-downs

Had a likkle work, I slapped and banged him out

Owe me couple bags? Pussyhole rang me out

Ready when I hear my enemies dem about

TI ting, bring 'em out, bring 'em out

Lick down a witness, hanging out

Born and bred East boy but I’m not a chav

That’s a contender then

Big SO Large will launch an attack

Rise my ting, dem nuh wan' me do that

When your life’s gone and-a you can’t get it back

Check one of my dons, I’ll get dark in a flash

Grime tempo, stop talking jazz

Unplug my headphone, me nuh wan' hear that

Top shottas are back

They think I par with Max

Wonder how my pocket dem so fat

What? You wan' know the answer to that?

No artist ah put plants in a flat

Extractor fan mek the smell hard fi come out

Been jail before, must think I wan' fi go back

Put in so much work, cut me some slack

Cut so many bruddas, they wanna cut me back

So I stay sober, who’s gonna watch me back?

Aww you motherfuckers, okay…

Yeah, it’s effortless, still

I’m a hot boy, stop telling me chill

Think that we ain’t got toys like Smyths

Don’t think that I won’t, rudeboy, cos I will

I’m a Fresh Prince, ask Uncle Phil

Back in the jungle where it gets real

Them YGs ain’t adults, your laptop’s Apple

It might get peeled

Rah, that’s what it’s like in the field

We’ll get the bikes out and ride for the thrill

Too much pride, we ain’t letting shit slide

I bet you’ll recognise when the knife’s in your grill

Yeah, better start writing your will

Me, I don’t write, I describe I feel

It’s dear life, we due to start riots

I’m a hot nigga, stop telling me chill

And we’ll murder every last pussyclart one of dem

When the pump-act kick your frame back with the impact

No part of your torso will be intact

Head, legs, ARMS all over the place

Lungs, liver, GUTS all over your face

I’m a dangerous goon

Man know me, I’m a dangerous loon

You wanna run up your mouth with a man like me?

I’ll cock back and make it boom

What d’you know about shanking a man?

When he hit the floor, quickly stamp on a man

You see me, fam? I don’t ramp with a man

I will bounce on his head like I’m skanking on man

Blow your whole head back

With a .45, AK or a MAC

You don’t wanna see the Hitman in attack

I will keep squeezing till the lights turn black

That little bitch need to die

That little bitch need to go on and die

You want irony son? It’s what I see when I’ve set fire to a fireman’s truck,

what the fuck am I relying on? None

I am what you see, I’m still not sure what I’m trying to become

Quiet when I speak

I’ve got a buzz bigger than a hive full of bees

OK, here I come

Think on your feet, time that I feed

I’ma climb from your screen like the girl from The Grudge

Wanna ask me why I’m going on fucked?

I’ve gotta be prick, I’m in a world full of cunts

Oi, where’s Devz? The world’s on my nuts

That’s why I’m bringing hell when I buss

Devil in the kid with the venom in his tongue

Vent flame from my lungs, been sent from the slums to become

More messed in the brain than Bane on cocaine

I came to leave Bruce Wayne slumped

I’m as mad as as hell and I’m not going to take this any more!

I like fire, I’m a live wire

I’m silent but man have got knives like Mike Myers

Open a man’s headtop wide open

Cause I wanna see how his mind’s wired

Can’t get rich off a nigga like I

You can bet your last 50 pence you’ll die trying

Tony Stark, my only darg

Dem cyan’t see me without this iron

He said I ain’t real, he’s lying

In fact, let me run this by him

If I shoot you, I’m brainless

If you shoot me, you’re famous

Cause you’re the man behind Justin dying

Word to Tigger

10 stacks on the head of a worthless nigga

Young boy, certi killer

Might buy a Rolex from the work you put in yesterday

My man couldn’t purchase it and all the gyal dem saying that he’s worth a look

in

I tell em pull something out on the burbs and push it

And now it’s curtains (PUSSY!)

But it ain’t none of my business, I’m Kermit (PUSSY!)

Now look at you, was it worth it? (PUSSY!)

I don’t know what to say, the only word is (PUSSY!)

Oh shit

You know I ain’t gotta do too much speaking

You must set the levels

Levels are high, motherfuckers better know