Текст песни Devilish (Klashnekoff) с переводом

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish…

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis

Man couldn’t show me nothing but a cold glare

With his pussy’ole friends on the road, there

Oh he a road yout, I wouldn’t go there

He got a gold Tee, cut your joke hair

Man are chatting like they’re living in their own here

Man MC areas, and they wanna go there

Swear it’s hilarious how they wanna hold stare

Same breath preaching 'bout scriptures and old prayers

Blud, you ain’t a preacher, you a hypocrite

And holy matrimony wouldn’t make you fix up

You don’t just get it if you vision it

Dickhead with his eyes closed, wishing for a quick buck

I’ve compromised a lot for my success

Success be a lot like

Push hard, hope not to get shat on

Swear this world’s like an unwashed bucket

Those man stick her in the power shower

Douse her down and grab a towel and wrap it round her

Plow her softly

That’s the mentality I’m attacking, my life

It’s like I’m tired of Skyping

I’m finna be smashing it’s properly

Certain man are working 9−5's talking 'bout

«Check my philosophy, check my take on astrology»

«Check my offerings of hot pockets of knowledge»

«Check how obvious I’ve made it that I’m killing it modestly»

'Cus certain man around me trying to spin it with a don

You could have Chicken Pox and be itching a lot

Still couldn’t scratch the surface of the shit that I’m on

Speaking of scratching, I got B-Side spinning my songs

And even Roc-A-Fella clocked a man was proper stellar

And even Universal turned up at a few rehearsals

Niggas talking like they’re viable as Wizzy, never

The squad is tight 'cause that’s the way

That Wizzy drew the circle

And callisthenics lovers couldn’t get a pull-up for a bar, like me

You can’t bar like me, you fucking sheep

You can’t bar like me, I’m like «rah my G»

How many side niggas trying to par my team

Better know your place in the world

Know your role, and know you’re a wasteman as well

These man are bracing themselves

Bracing themselves 'cus the way that I tell a man

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis

Yo, fuck a nemesis

Your tings can get Arsen venomous

Masked up, run up in his raasclart residence

Spark up the premises

Your tings can get dark and devilish

Ask Genesis, like church

The maddest of the Methodists

The people need reminding what the essence is

It’s deep, like the mind hear the messages

So peak but I’m reciting in the sentences

This is where the levels is

And for Everest peak, man’ll pepper this

Beat Like Gordon Ramsay’s 'Hell's Kitchen'

But I’m Raekwon cheffin' it

So effortless, way that I’m effin' this beat up

Can get a man beat up for definite

For acting definite

But nothing’s certain in life, but death, innit?

So I gotta go hard, no half-steppin' it

No joke, no laugh, know man reppin' it

Screw-face flows are, but I’m so blessed with it

Feel like a doctor, my patients they’re testing it

Talk a bag of chatter, bagging butcher in the bag

Trap until the van pull up and they can

Put up in the back of that

I got these little pussies poopin' in their anorak

Acting like a badman, putting on a heavy act

A homie’s in his element, listening to Annie Mac

Twerking in front of the mirror, wearing a fanny pack

Back in the inner-city, there’s bitties and alley rats

Tings are getting gully, I’m thinking of bringing the bally back

But, I’m not trying to get pally-pally

Unless I’m with in Bristol city

I’m asking 'em where their gally at?

All type of flavours, dark skin, Asian, Persians

Jamaicans, Beiges, Italian

For really my nilly, no dilly no dally

No millie-vanilli, no Harry met Sally

They couldn’t handle the old

Or the eighths of the weight that I carry

I don’t get carried away, I wait to get carried

Got introduced to the music, got seduced quick

Fell in love with the game, couldn’t wait to get married

Now it’s death do us part

'Til there’s no breath left in my heart

Try rep for what’s left of this art

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis

Try take something that’s mine

Man might move devilish

He’s got double-glazing in his yard

So I might climb Everest

Might slide down chimney like Saint Nick

That’ll get me in the premises

Man’s all sneaky and subtle when

I’m dealing with a nemesis