Текст песни Duck Seazon (Wu-Tang Clan) с переводом

Scrape y’all motherfuckers, it’s my word

When you see us, when you see us flashin' and shinin' and buildin'

And addin' on, y’all niggas just watch, hear me?

Only niggas we got respect for is the niggas we say peace to

Hear me? Pay attention, put your shoes on

My team be bellyaching hungry niggas on the swarm again

Piranha nigga bite dick, yo son, it’s on again

What up? He made a move, try to assist it

Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I’m a bishop

Back to the novel, yo Son, it’s logical

How you figure God? What? Flow on the track, flip the obstacle

Now my proposal rips the global

From California to courts, it’s over God told taste the soul food

Remember baggy jeans, Timberlands in November

Shorty called me Santa in December

But guess what? My Wally’s got messed up

Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your rest up

We scrape that, Land O' Lake that, Mazola rap

Will get you sent back, represent the gentlemens who bent that

Flash medallions like Italians, la costra nostra

We moving through your hood like we supposed to

Flexing, Lexi Diamonds hold the settlement

Tekitha, bust your gun boo like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents

Ad on the billboard store, check it now, you get the gold dick award

It’s like jail and it’s the sixth floor

Test me, floating in the S.E., now let’s see

Half of y’all niggas built your vine from my stress tree

Faggots, homos, yo my flavor liver than adobo

Stay militant kid, twist ya like Bolo

You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it

Fake one, I’m guaranteed to make you take one

Please, y’all niggas money’s getting low

But could you come back though, set up shop and get the fat glow?

Tired of y’all, mostly inspired by y’all

So what the deal now, link up with us or put your shield down, faggot

Faggot, you fuck around punk (seven fifteen)

We battle for cream nigga

You want a pound crab? Nah let his hand swing

I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings

No more said, knew your chump ass was dead

When I saw the .44 reflecting off your shiny forehead

It’s Wu-Tang nigga, ain’t nothing changed nigga

Still Shame on a Nigga who tried to run game

Your version of perversion, fucking bitches on Persian rugs

Washing niggas like detergent, it’s the surgeon

Slugs propels from Bobby Steele’s 12 gauge front page Daily Chronicle reads:

«Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds»

You fall like autumn leaves

You lack tranquillity in your rap utilities to fuck with the abilities

Race like a sperm cell to the ovary

Microphone post tone like a rotary phone, ancient poems of poetry

Old scrolls, explosive head bullets, black hooded, Timberland footed ninjas

With 'Full Metal Jacket' clips and know how to put it in you

Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price

I’m certainly a heist for your ice and curtains and vice

Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society

Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety

And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?

I need 18 points on my next joint

This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint

Steve Rifkind must have been sniffing

To catch something so dope it left Monica Lynch pussy dripping

I fuck hundreds of bitches and split millions of dollars

And built with thousands of scholars

My life saga from the hill to the harbor, legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua

I gave birth to MCs, thieves and bank robbers

We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips

And my dick’s been sucked by the finest lips

Fancy delicatessens and the world’s best refreshment

But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons

Or my queen and my seed and the home that I rest in

Enter my zone get blown in 99 sections

This rhyme has no limitation, this time there’s no hesitation

Collecting minds at the door

You want it niggas it’s yours, the flavors raw

What the fuck you think I’m flowing for? It’s rhyme and reason

Bite the bullet niggas is fowl and it’s duck season

We at odds till we even motherfucker

Bad asses, high times, lower classes

Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses

Bring it to him, room service, under pressure

And mad nervy, waving guns at the clergy

Ticallion, we ain’t worried, keep them sick niggas 7−30

Picture this, watch the birdy

These bastards is old and dirty with sharp hymns

That be stabbing you, pins and needles, needles and pins

'Nough said, dick in your mouth like Tempest Bled'

As I race track with thoroughbreds, ducking the Feds

Yo, my ice look fly upon the keyboard son

Niggas ran up on me lord, praising what we do by the laws

That’s right, exile the fake, hit them niggas like weight

Feed 'em food, let the fake evaporate

Reconstruction, that’s the whole science on my production

Y’all niggas guess who stuck son, left his nuts hung

Switch, finger itch, staring at you like a bitch

Maybe y’all niggas snitch

You’s a loner, Adidas shell top while I sip a Corona

Read the Robb Report, then bone her

Buy you some jewels, here’s some food

Not necessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo

We in the mushrooms, chased the Heineken, the custom

Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs

Chill, y’all niggas know what time it is

James Bond beamers behind me on Bacardi Limon

Check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan, he caught a slug for lying

Yeah you was lying, where’s the cash, crying

Militia, rolling in position, Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian

Lex retali' back whistling, fake fucks

How dare you rebel the Wu-Tang Clan against me. For that you’re gonna die

I may not be the one to stop you but somebody will very soon

Also, the Wu-Tang Clan will rise again

There are many of us, all working for the good of the Wu-Tang

Die