Текст песни Eddie Ill & DL Freestyle (feat. Rise, Gaston, Wiseguy, Wordsworth & Punchline) (Apathy) с переводом

Yeah, yo, yeah, yo

Eddie Ill and DL

Yo, tell you what, man, yo check it out

This is Apathy the Alien Tongue of the Demigodz and the Tribal Eldest

Mr. I Don’t Give A Fluffalufagus

From Connecticut, know what I’m saying

I spit it like this, son

My damaging blows dismantling foes

Cause I be slamming new flows up in your arian domes

Do I be pampering hoes without a caring enclosed?

The answer is no

You’re played like a dancer at shows

With hammer pants and your bones

I’m like a cancer that grows even with chemo

To kill off your oversized ego

See, cats swear to god that they nice with raps

But when they write for the tracks it’s all about ice and gats

But when I attack, you would think Christ was back

Cause I’ll piss on your platinum flats and that’ll heal the whack

Then walk over watered-down raps

Make three classic albums, fall off, and still make an amazing comeback

My tour of duty’s never for a cutie or the booty

I’m just out for killing groupies like a verbal horror movie

I smack thugs like walking on your mom’s rugs with mud on the bottom of your

beat up lugs

You whack MCs can’t see the Alien Tongue

That’s impossible, like trying to bodyslam Big Pun

Y’all stole my style but my rap was packed with bojack

You got dragged and smacked when I finally took my flow back

I’m coming off the dome, like folicles on Cojack

I’m face to face with death like meet yo black

Abusing your mind for amusement

I’m bruising your brain like contusians

Y’all humans are losing

Sitting on top of Brandy

Trade deep thoughts with Jack Handy

To know me is to love me

But some people can’t stand me

Consede a creep I take a week to asnwer my beeps

I’m the King, I should be fed grapes and fanned with a leaf

Guys want me deceased

Girls give my name to they teddies

You’re whack, you don’t deserve like Kartin or Eddie

It starts in the belly so put some headphones in your stomach

Play my tape to your fetus

Watch him grow to be a genius

Cause even in a Walkman, where dying never readys

My raps sound fat like cats who breathe heavy

Blast music on a school day until the sky is moonlit

My downstairs neighbors bang the ceiling with a broomstick

If you don’t like my style, you ahve the wrong case

Rise, my mindstate is bigger than Spawn’s cape

Wasted, whack niggas swearing that they laced it

Face it, Rise on top, like a rapist

Kick rhymes is priceless, freestlyes across you

I’m an honor to rhyme with but a jerk to talk to

Mad quiet, you won’t even know that I’m there

My closets full of skeletons, I hang my coats on the chair

Legendary, people won’t believe I exist

One day I’ll be your favorite rapper and your reason to quit

In cyphers you get skipped while they passing to me

You write your illest rap shit when you imagine you’re me

But if I didn’t have rhymes, I’d probably lose my mind

And be up psycho late-night buying knives on channel 9

Even unsigned, all the rhymes I spit lethal

While your career’s lucky like people who need people

It’s the G-A-S to the T-O-N

I don’t need no friends, just a pad and pen

Got a master zen battling

Best rapper in the university, I earn my degree burning MCs

I’m qualified, I’m not surprised by your departure

You ain’t got the pride or the heart to survive

Try to convince me otherwise, but your rhymes are kinda iffy

To put it simply, not even Riplely’s could convince me

Turn rappers to mince meat

Ain’t met an MC better than me

They’s bodies cast off every penny they bet against me

Evidently, they never met me

And now they wish to god they hadn’t cause I’m too hard to manage

Start to panic try and assess the damage

Forget the bandage, get the ambulance

I leave bodies from East New York to West Los Angeles

But still there’s some nonbelievers

I guess I can’t convince them all

I’m standing six feet tall when on the ball

So let the chips fall where they may, I’m here to stay

But when the dust settles, where are they?

Scared them away

Write rhymes every day, rip mics every night

Make beats every week, I lead a rery for life

So Wiseguy

My brother my pal, won’t ya get on the mic right now and freestyle?

Wow

Now you done put me on the spot, I was gonna kick this written rhyme I got

Not. I always go off the top

I was born with the ability to kill MCs

I got Spiderman’s agility

Flip on the mic like a white kid on the bike

Wiseguy got the rhyme you like whether day or night

I open you up like a Sprite, shake you up, make you explode

I grab the mic, cock it back and then reload

And explode on impact whenever I rap

I can’t help it, I’m the illest rapper on the map

Ill wipe you off of it because you’re soft and you should quit

Because you’re really not equipped with this shit I come up with

And conducted, raps are whack, you’re self-destructed

Wiseguy, I’m simply too much to fuck with

Say it isn’t so, a artist that niggas know

I’m light-skinned, height 5'10, pidgeon-toed

God blessed me, I didn’t plan to rhyme

But he gave you the gift to be a fan of mine

You stand in line to buy tickets for our events

All night on the cement in sleeping bags and tents

At school, I used to freestyle for women in class

Talk about the gardy ward and then they would give me the ass

then they would pass the word on to they roommates

Get they numbers for the summer and hit it over school break

I lay this verse in less than two takes, I’m hard to impress

My ex think I want it cause she enlarged in the breasts

Them niggas ain’t your peeps, they lie about love

They only call you when they need a ride to the club

I know why you be home mad at your chick

Cause she be at our shows, front row, grabbing our dicks

My parents I used to hear fuck, Lexis didn’t hear much

Little nigga, sat on books to get his haircuts

A few feet inches later, a entertainer

Home of the Nixon rangers sleeping with fitness trainers

Two-timing, so when I die then my royalties' divided by more wives than Frankie

Liming

Fans believe I’m alive on some island I’m hiding in high climates cliffdiving

I ain’t even done the yet

Chicks send me naked videos like Alanis Morissette

On the net your spouce be moving the mouse

Emailing when she be coming to get the shoes from my house

I’m out

Niggas wanna sex my dimes, rock my lines

Pass me the lie but I don’t get high

I rap for the cahs

I kill to the mass

Hear a screaming I’m broke then I’m rocking the cast

That your girl autographed, can’t maintain

Rap 'til I’m a poor man needing Rogane

Show no shame, be quick to diss ya

Cum in your girls mouth, then laugh when you kiss her

Adress me as Mr. Punchline the nigga

Put you on spot just like a game of twista

You the type to rock silver, lie that it’s platinum

Do a joint with Punch and fuck up while you rapping

If I die, rely on Wordsworth to clap 'em

Whether dmied or dueced you know that I tapped 'em

So call me Punchline, one of a kind

Soon to be one of the greatest rap niggas to shine