Текст песни Earth for Myself (Pt. 3) (Yung Statz) с переводом

I’ll get on the beat with rifles to take your life slow; I got the nitro,

you can see that I’m hype bro

I got a tight flow can’t you sense my time yo, the Earth is mine and I’m

destroying it so blow

You really can’t fuck with some shit like this shit, you wanna hit the sickness

then imma show you some sick shit

This that 666 shit, you wanna meet the last demon, come see Twisted will give

you all the business

Since 10th grade I always did that shit that paid, shoutout to Brainsick for

fucking with me I get paid, i got it made

So they will have maids, everybody gotta have ways when you’re doing the shit

because you really can’t even be new in this shit

The rap games is flooded with all these newbies and shit, they blow dubious and

quit, they make movies about the shit

So what the fuck is wrong with that image plot, after to it take nowadays

because if you

I gotta stop and stare, look at the plotting snare but it got me here,

I’m just doing my best so bout to call me here

Wait till we overseas till you see where we at in the next 10 years,

you won’t be here you probably won’t even be near

What’s gotten to me, I’m running this shit and it’s crystal clear,

so pack a pistol for issues I hope to come get you cause I’m bout to split you

I never feel you, I do not know the real you, shit’s getting real dude,

the homie D-Spillz will come with everyone to spill you

And you know I will too, we will all kill you, in this Earth for Myself for my

Fampires that gon give it to em

I got the whole wide world in the palm of my motherfuckin' hand

The way it stands, they don’t have to understand

It’s the way that i am, don’t give a damn what you think

You should of seen this shit coming like you were planned to get hit

Mark it off of the calender, happy holidays!

Sit in amazement, with the picture we paintin'

All together on the canvas, we all over America

With the number of characters, bitch starin'

We airing ya' and wearin' ya'

And we’re in ya' area

Catch a plane if we (?) ya'

In ya face with the (?)

Matter of fact, (?) You aren’t prepared for this

(?) Scared to death, i’ma bury ya'

Like you die from malaria, dude (?)

You ain’t matching my stamina

Someone (?) and i’m slamming 'em

Like they (?) I banish 'em!

Don’t worry (?)

And i’m 'bout to get it poppin', you can catch it on camera

This world is mine for the taking

Fucking with the Ark I’ll leave you vacant, you ain’t matter

Me and you will never be adjacent

And you finna get offended by the way I leave your brain matter stained on the

pavement

You fake and the veins scatter, roll over the place now your fragrance is hate

that’ll

Put you in a grave when I pull and rush a sword, decapitate you all when you

screamin out, hey batter

Never wanna get up in the way when I slay faggots

Drag em down to hell when I leave in oblivion

I control the round that you’re facing and gain status, of a living legend

who’s fucking with me- really none

Flames i’ve already brung, aim at your petty lungs

Brace for your fate, you be vaping cause anyone

Tryna make a statement, we’ll pay with your life cuz a fully loaded chamber

raised, why does everyone

Say that I’ve been illuminated from the dark sky

I am just a messenger and pain is what I’ve archived

I’ve seen it all, my place of worship in my heart lies

I will never bow before an idol that’s when art dies

When I’m bustin motherfuckers they refer to I

As a different kind of caliber that’s cursin, why?

You don’t really want it when I merge your spine

With a semi-automatic you can squirm and die

You can burn in fire when i purge cause I’m

Feeling motivated when it’s murder time

Killing every individual that surges high, to divert to Christ and the world is

mine

They say «Eradicate's that demon when you look into the mirror,» can’t remember

that you’re fucking with a demon, talking

Imma get a motherfucker like he’s rock soft, pop tops off, anybody come around

you get sprayed like you’re Lysol

I be licking on that pussy like it’s motherfucking licorice, sticking my dick

up in that bitch till I ain’t fucking living, shit

Cause I promise y’all don’t really fucking want it when i bust up on the corner

with the chopper cause they ain’t no stopping shit

Earth for myself, did it right by myself, since a little fucking kid I ain’t

never got no help

But I’m coming up in that bitch I’m bout to give y’all a chalk line,

fuck the TSA I bring my gun on the airline

Hijack the plane I’m bringing it right to your house boy, park it up in the

grave yard, burn em with aluminum alloy

I’m talking about the Devil, bringing em to the bottom level when I get up on

the pedal boy there ain’t no stopping me

Shooting blood vessel when I whip em with the pistol boy, ask your fucking

bitch if my dick is still a issue. When I’m popping up on the pussy she ain’t

never gon miss you

I’m bout to call Brainsick, bitch And make it official

Swear ain’t nobody really fucking with that Beast Mode Division,

any motherfucker banging better sit down and listen

Pussy faggot bitch, you can get dumped on like a dump truck, in the Southside,

boy you can run up any day and see how we ride

I’m Eradicate, that motherfucking pit master, molded in the dark with no heart

with no answer

Throw em in the bushes ain’t nobody fucking looking, thinking about my life and

a wife, I’m so stupid

How in the fuck is this bitch still moving, shit I might as well eat her pussy,

start chewing

About to head to my old school start shooting, DIY, till I die, bitch I stay

booming

The earth is mine, put it in the palm of my hand, then walk up to a muthafucka

talkin' ‘bout a bitch I had blended, I could be fucked and covered in duck skin

and get stranded, if you really wanna go to war, get the millimeter and hit 'em

like a rabbit, goddamnit! Ain’t nobody on my level when I be shootin' ‘em like

a devil, I’m too sick for my own good, nigga, that’s real talk, bang bang bang,

hit 'em in their brains, shoot 'em near the sidewalk, I shoot niggas in the

face and look at brains on the dry wall. Murder, how can they be on my earth

when I bust through this verse? Holla! Things I bust through a nigga’s brain is

work, niggas don’t wanna meet me 'cause I’ll put their bodies in the desert,

then run up in a bitch’s pussy, shoot a bullet in it, and see how much that

shit’s worth. Puma, tip homie: don’t trip out, I’m so brained out,

I might come in your room while you’re sleepin' and blow your brains out,

don’t ever take my route, I be on the highway triple 6 holdin' my dick with my

bitch and my thang out. It coulda been nice to meet you, but goddamn,

I’m out though, you ain’t gotta say a word especially with your mouth open,

I’m up in hell, so I might as well send a bitch up for the torture ‘til I come

back with the shit that I’m in doubt for. I put their body in the trunk,

there’s no other way, then have 'em go ahead and give it to me,

speakin' of a nigga, I start to spit at the minute, cut the bitches up and see

how they think of it. This is my earth, fuck the whole world, I just had to

squirt it in your own girl, you been drinkin' too much fool, get offa the brew,

and hit the toilet, bitch go oral. I’m brainsick and I’m lovin' it,

got the planet in my hand, damn, I’m the man, shit, said you was gon' takeover,

though you was gon' do it, but when it came to it, you can’t flick it like,

damn

These motherfuckers would’ve never thought I’d be charging that much foolish a

cost, and if you feel I shouldn’t be charging for verses then you can fuck off

You mad because your bitch been sucking me off and I’m bout to chop it on your

ass so you ain’t proving me wrong, shit

The homies all stay with me, the whole top of Brain will mill who the fuck came

to deal with who the fuck came with me

See this shit isn’t plain to see, I got this Earth for Myself, mind’s coming

down and you will never try to go with it, tame the East, a timber wolf beast

I shapeshift into a vampire, bite you in the neck with my fucking teeth,

don’t ever fuck with the Braniacs, especially the ones on the East like Yung

Statz of BMD

Shoutout to ISO for making me such a dope ass beat, and everyone who was part

on this shit on part 1, 2 and 3, you all killed the shit

Show em how we came to eat, we came to feast who came for peace,

gave em warning they deceased, the murder rate was increased

All because they never sweet, all of us killing no matter how hard you could go

on your beat, if you let us, I got this Earth for Myself as we speak

You owe me credit worse too don’t try to come around acting like you brand new

or something, because the shit ain’t even new

You try fucking with a few, keeping it 100 is what I do, when you see us,

you’re a fool and I’m a genius, I’m apocalypse

You can not defeat me, because my world ain’t easy, my planet Earth needs me

and you can’t beat me