Текст песни Destruction of the Eiffel Tower (Ghetts) с переводом

Oi P I’m disapointed in you ya know, you ain’t no where near ready for me,

I’m on a next ting

All you do is remix my songs I can’t even do that to you they don’t know the

tune they might think I wrote it!

Haha DEAD

I ain’t taking the subtle approach

I beat P like there’s a belt buckle involved

MC’s like me: running the road

MC’s like P: come and they go

MC’s like me: style upon style

MC’s like P: couple of flows

MC’s like me: performing on tours

MC’s like P: couple of shows

Let me get straight to the point

I ain’t got no time to play with this boy

When I’m done with him

Everyone will think they just watched another remaking of Troy

P’s reply was blatantly moist, he said a few funny things

P’s funny, keep the jokes coming in

Should I be worried? I’ve already duppied him

All Black Winter, black clouds above him

End of discussion

Oi, who left blacks in the oven?

If you think P Money is ready for the war

Then I’m sure I can see blacks blushing

His fan think I’m down

Two guns up, come back bussing

Surprise, surprise, none of you saw that coming

If my name was Paris

I would’ve spent half of my life embarrassed

I would’ve wished my parents never met

Let alone slept together and then got married, oh

Again he’s asking where the artillery is

This silly prick won’t know till I kill him with it

Where was I when the beef kicked off?

Right there in the middle of it

I don’t wanna hear man talk like a shooter

Unless his name is Billy the Kid

Tell Paris, I’m Baghdad

Suicidal, two bombs in the backpack

Tickity-tick tick boom

I deliver the hits, big tunes

Like sing badabada

I made more money of a song that flopped than P Money has in his whole career,

so sing badabada

Hahaha on the way to the closest bank in the manor

Sing badabada

I’m looking at P from the top and the lift don’t work

And I’ve kicked the ladder

And It ain’t over yet, he don’t pose a threat

Every blow he’s thrown been below the neck

Body blow, not one blow to my head

I body foes, with one blow man are dead

It’s Muhammad vs Joe in effect

And I run it, you know I ain’t Joe in the end

Rope-a-dope

That one hits like an overdose

Overclose to your death

Run up and OGz one up

Money don’t run if your laces ain’t done up

Cause if you trip over, I’ll stamp you out till it’s over

Bones broke, face all buss up

How can you say that I ain’t stabbed nobody?

I can name more than 5 man I’ve cut up

Nobody in my clique is a snitch

They talk, get necked and

Name, address, even the car he drives

You’re a snake you’ll get your mate stuck up

Killed him already but his fans went to the cemetery

With shovels and dug that mug up

Now he’s back for more

I swear down he was better off dead

Got the champion’s belt on, P can’t get it off

Never I be letting off, lead forever

Enough about me let’s talk about you

What you ain’t done, what you have done

Okay, you’ve got 3 CDs

One’s okay, two are really weak

Let’s have a look at P’s CV

How can a yout with 685,000 MySpace views

Talk to a nigga with 2,103,000 MySpace views?

You stand still, I make moves

I came in the game a year before you

Yeah, Risky Roadz 2 I saw you

And that was '05, now it’s '010

And you’re still in the newcomer category

Swear P Money wouldn’t win this clash

If he made every MC in Blueborough battle me

Kill off your cavalry, casually

Me run tings in the MC academy

Pain, agony, that’s what you feel when I aim

Rapidly, hit anybody in the way

Tragedy, any MC in the game

Casualty, don’t bite the hand that feeds you

I’ve got P Money on begs, happily

If my name was Paris

I would’ve spent half of my life embarrassed

I would’ve wished my parents never met

Let alone slept together and then got married, oh

P ain’t got no dough in the bank

That’s why he looks like a tramp

I’d rather wear no bling, than gold rings

Sovereigns on every finger, I told him

You can head to cash converters hoping

It’s a dough ting

Nah fam its a blue note at the most

But you probably won’t believe me until the day you’ve sold them

Dead already, lemme dead him again

And if I get him I’m getting his friends

I know what Dee thinks

Deep down, P pound should never of sent

I watch the shot rebound

I pick the ball up, now he better defend

His last reply couldn’t harm a fly

I’m the best anybody that can’t decide

Don’t know about bars or the art of rhymes

One line of fat hands

So P Money’s a one lying man

Said there’s only one sight to stand

Still this is one way traffic

Come touch this one way damage

I ain’t being direct enough

Back to back with Littles and Blacks

You will never get that, and come do a live set with us

Which reminds me

I watched Fuck Radio 5 the other day

And I clocked you behind me watching me slyly

P Money’s a batty boy

I bet he was in school sucking cock in the library

No wonder he’s talking that gay shit

Face it, he ain’t gotta squeeze his shit out his anus

Nah, it just drops out

How can he say that I owe man head

When he’s the one with a cock mouth?

I could imagine P Money on lock down

Yeah, everyday getting had up

Till he starts riding voluntary bang up

Dad comes to visit looks at his son

Shakes his head and tell him to man up

Me? I’m suicidal on the riddim

While P would be suicidal on a prison

Come to his door, open his flap up

Body hanging from the ceiling

He, only had a week left, this don’t add up

Why would someone do such a thing?

Every night he let his cellmate tuck him in

He can’t leave his cell door open

Without 25 man running in

But again shipped out to a whole other wing

If my name was Paris

I would’ve spent half of my life embarrassed

I would’ve wished my parents never met

Let alone slept together and then got married, oh

He’s not swag, yeah (He's not, he’s alright, he’s alright)

But he’s nowhere near Ghetts (Nowhere near me)

I’m on a next level to my man

He’s on radio, talking about «it's like Jay-Z and Nas»

Huh? In your world

If my name was Paris

I would’ve spent half of my life embarrassed

I would’ve wished my parents never met

Let alone slept together and then got married, oh