Текст песни Dope vs. Gold (Dope D.O.D.) с переводом

I’m bout ta really go in on this shit

Can’t fuck with it man

Ah ah ey yo ey yo

Do it to do it do it to it do it to it rude

Sound nice ta positioning

Put the razor to your back like a cigarillo

Ya inside slide out like jello

I ride out on my yellow

GXX-R, Black gloves a-star

Next star, hot bars, Keep burning like Tar

I’ve gone far before they know who you are

Remove the teeth from the charred skull Awful

I’m at my lab with a cigar full

I Read about you in the article The Oracle, Centurion

You sweet like Omarion

Shove a nigga in the octagon

With a rap juggernaut gone n never heard from

Simonroofless.com, See how I did it? log on

You’re no threat

Chop you up like Thor in Gauntlet

Handle beef like a matador I’m not countin these bars

I’m coming off like bras in the strip club Dib Dub

Alchemist with the big nugget of gold

Made from nothin

I had a group called No Frontin

My freezer stocked from huntin season

Survival is the reason

Weapon of choice is the crossbow

Can’t eat bullet riddled meat

Re-useable ammo keep the cost low

Rambo it’s the honkeys and the Sambos

We bleedin hip hop

Do the dammo Dope D.O.D. Goldminerz

I’m really just a shadow full moon when I wrote this

Magical raps hocus pocus, Spirit, on my offspring I focus

Shaman, draw power from the Earth

Goin 'gainst me is hopeless

I be the soul docta

The antidote for the cold rockers

Niggas got a hole in the soul I filled it for ya proper

My smoke shock ya It’s like coke for the dope hoppas

Anyone comin after me is a just a flowmopper

Cuz you’ll be pickin up the lil bits n pieces

Nigga speachless trying to reach my level of telekenesis

Jesus

The reason is I’m hedonist and stick like fleas n ticks

Believin it

I turn into a best when the seaons switch

Leaves fallin' from trees

We blowin' up like Lebanese

Peeps in facilities with suicidal tendencies

Ya'' niggas killin me cuz I never seen a whack display like that

Like Damon, Matt

I’m Breaking Bad and I’ve got rhymes for days like that

Lay em Flat with ancient techniques like a ragin' asian cat

Just face the facts I ate the track like it was laced with bacon fat

I’m the one who disagree I’ll break that back

Take that spinal chord of yours

And feel ya brain crack

I never take that crap

Yeah I’m pissed

But I could bust some laid back raps

But there ain’t no fuckin hate in that

I wanna bust shit make you break ya face and rape that slag

My pure moment of satisfaction

Callin up my nigga Roofless say it’s time for some action

Packin ACR’s with clips more than a hundred

Yeah I got dreams of owning a motherufcking gunship

And all my dreams they will come true

I’m fucking up your crew with Sun Tzu like Kung Fu

So what you gon' do

So what you gon' do Nigga

So what you gon' do

Like Redman I’m a hero for the weirdos

You talking that rough shit you know we’re right here though

It’s crystal clear since a long time ago

Ya not pulling strings now it’s lookin like a puppet show

It’s time to let go you’re just a John Doe

Get hit by the arrows from my bow

You will know it’s the Dope and the Gold

You get put on hold as the story unfolds

No it never gets old how we kill them for they grow

Now watch and behold as they all die slow

Time to go to bed get smothered with a pillow

Ya fam be weepin like the willows

And future plans out the window

Yeah you all fuckin zeros see me in Cairo

Yes I’ll leave ya mind blown

Top of the pyramid ya dethroned

The Prototype will never be cloned

I’l just stay in my comfort zone

It’s the gold bearer, Mr. Go Getter, Mr jump on the horse out to get ya

But ya suicide rappers let me slit ya

Listen Up, I bang betta when niggas click up

Wake up, hung at the docket

Needle in ya socket, Rukus flow toxic

My optics, eat niggas up wit chopsticks

I’m cold like the arctic you fuck wit these gnostics

I’m brolic fuck with the Rukus

We on some King Tut shit

Bet they won’t touch this

You fuck shits I get deeper by the daily

Fuck what’s on ya tele

Propaganda from the belly

Beast, fuck bitches and they yeast

I skeet Rukus roam the East

Then Migrate to the south to the brotha house

I send em off, Popo wanna know where they whereabouts

I’m comin out, I need a major label

See I’m tired of fucking with these bitty rappers in the sinkhole

Ya bury these fuckers in the trenches, you no longer make sense

Battle in the pretense fireshot ha, yo, call em calico, battle flow

Fraud ass MCs expose ya gotta go

You wretched souls left in the flesh

N now I’m back to put these bitch ass niggas to they rest

My whole life long I’ve been writing

Fight songs I’ma prove the Mayan’s wrong

N that you lie in ya songs

This the titan called Spon

Bring the lightning n the Storm

Acid rain splash ya face Tidal waves hit ya shore

Led prehistoric wars before the age of iron

& dead opposition composition something violent

Goldminerz keep MCs silent

Blow cyphers open smokin get a fire hydrant

When these b-boys rhym’n En-Joy the ride

I build n destroy noise Yo

The voids timeless

See death come to life when the boy writes it

Like Edgar Allen I sever patterns

Control the weather with madness

N as you can see it’s getting a bit drastic

Basking in the Gun Shine State duckin' caskets

Metal packin' those bulletproof classics to keep from catchin a slug

Wires n-Bugs

Wires n-Bugs hired ta bust back at gods

But the price of Gold’s only goin up

Souls so corrupt governments goin for blood

We Ghost Town visitors makin shows erupt

Fuck holdin a grudge I’m blowin shit up

«Booooom» Hiroshima on tracks keep heater in grasp

See people won’t last cuz we evil n brash

Teach’n believers with speakers on blast

Deceiving world leaders misleading the mass

Say my name 9 times in the mirror

And I’ll crawl through the ceiling, pierce ya skull with a scorpion stinger

I kill a drifter and drink the alcohol from his liver

I’m a sinner like Wiley, watch me insert the I. V

Whoopin ass like a Pikey

Most of them rappers is bitches, they attracted to things that is shiny

It goes eeny, meeny, miny, moe

I catch em by the toe tag em and wrap em in aluminum foil

Watch me, burn the throne, as I turn to stone

Ninja Scroll, I make em curl into a ball

All in All, I’m just another brick in the wall

Seed of Chucky with my soul forever stuck in a doll

Watch us roll… we slippin' past Border Control

In a bucket of bolts with a trunk full of gold

Got the Minerz beside us Clash of the Titans

Dare ta test and you’ll feel the wrath of my trident

Jack in the shining, axe thru ya front door

Peace to the real, tell the rest I want war

Dr. Lecter quick to feed you ta the wild boars

Ghost Town outlaw bloods what I’m out for