Текст песни Hallelujah (Dilated Peoples) с переводом

Ayo, hoes holler hallelujah, how I maneuver

Passenger’s side with Ruger, kinda sewer

My mind is a sewer, infested with garbage

Crime, rhyming and music, disrespecting the market

Like a Mexican martyr, boy, I do it to death

Nothing left with the carcass, squeeze a Tec on the target

Aim the wreck at your artist, flames, a mess on the carpet

Then hit everything except for the daughter

Cat burglar to a merciful murderer

Certainly not with the circus, they trying serve

I’m either too hood for my own good

Or I’m too good for my own hood

Cold is the climate in the hearse

Where they found me in the dirt, too demonic for the church

I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth

This is ghetto gossip while I work

Live from Venice, the something menace

Put me in the Guinness for raising hell up for all the sinners

High as tinters, violinists, I string them all along

Tied to the flow like water skis in the red ocean

Hang like an apostrophe, any MC no Qu’ran

I prayed to the God, then prayed on their bodies all at once

Sun setting, never regretting the day’s events are gone

Forgive me for my sins, with everything that I

Sweaty, sick as spaghetti, my noodle machete sharp

To niggas that wanna spark, I pray for you, hallelujah

Quick as a cougar when I maneuver

You spit maneuver, eating Peruvian in my rishwa pen

Pretty Julia Robinson, I’m a woman robbing you

Of your coolness, part of the reach like the stewardess

Underground like the sewage is, who fucking with the kid?

Did this show evidence?

International, such an animal, yeah I really been

Killing on the daily, you niggas crazy and asterisk

Star, follow me you could probably find the main jar

I been major, it’s Rapsody, boy

I don’t trust the score, I’ve been baffled by judges' cards before

Never leave it in their hands, that’s the art of war

I learned the proper punching power started from the floor

Ground up, renovate, a wall is just another door

Resurrected like the phoenix, blazing every stage

Spread my wings and fly, but gravity’s a heavy cage

Hellfire and heaven’s rage on every page

Revelation propaganda, maybe it’s the seven plagues

Aiming at the tower, same commercial, different station

They stuck on training wheels and tracing paper, vapor chasing

I’m half amazing, a quarter sinner, a quarter savior

Fascinated, Rakaa seen the wretched paint the righteous painting

My travel agent’s favorite, preacher’s son, no sign of fading

The lights weaponized, fireworks at night displaying

The blazing arrows fly, a thousand points of light just raining

Careful when you’re in the quarters, chariots are hydroplaning

Fucker, we from the hundreds now

Kill a fuck assumption, we bucking off or we ducking down

Couple blocks away from the form, check how we run this town

You fuckers get this work in this bun, check my circumference now

Circle wasn’t set stretching, yoga flame

Hottest rapper in the streets and they don’t even know his name

Kept the dope, boy, and I ain’t even need a golden chain

I’m focused, man, you shooting like a rookie that don’t know his range

Smoking, watch me go insane, opus and the novacaine

Shit was once an open game, we got it by a rope and chain

Losing all control of wild paintings in my broken brain

I don’t think you get it, scrap me down for anything you niggas sending at me

Young niggas flexing, mean mugs but trigger happy

I’m getting high, I don’t ever let a minute pass me

I’m feeling famished, bitch, I’m sick of fasting

About that action, we can get it cracking

Never find shit to match

I caught a body, they called it a verse

Called the cops, I caught the life, they calling a hearse

Pain is easy in reverse, I think pleasure hurts

The first rule is win, the second’s don’t forget the first

I think the worst now behind us

Hello first-timers, it’s welcome to one-liners

Question anything against the center of alignment

This rock ain’t a diamond until it’s polished up and shining

Decide to ride the retro minutes to the summit’s peak

Others fall trying to climb it because their stomach weak

When we climbing in the summer heat

They throwing shade against the team when the others meet

Despite the

After this drops, nothing’s best kept but nothing’s secret

If nothing’s nothing, then what the fuck is getting even?

Just an odd man out, another duck in season

What’s yours is yours, what’s mines is mines

It seems as simple as it simply rhymes

I keep the simpleton spit in all the sympathy lines

I mean it’s Craig G rap came on symphony shines

Slay the Nazarene, you just fire water, I’m gasoline

It ain’t A day in Philly if I don’t pass a fiend

It’s blood everywhere, similar assassins seem

Purify the water, correlate the tour to a maccabee

You think that you could box a Vinnie? Dummy, that’s obscene

The nine milli, silly, dummy, but the mac is mean

The downstairs wild pretty, but the attic clean

You have unbearable lightness and just a lack of being

You ain’t built to shoot the fire with me, that’s the thing

I’m only after one thing, money, that’s the rings

I’m only after one head, money, that’s the king’s

A rack on a bigger rack and so he have to sing

I got an Ingraham Mac Eleven and it has a beam

And that’s a beautiful love there, it has a gleam

You wasn’t in a platoon, cousin, cause that was Shane

Old school, still loaded the guns with Vaseline

Selling the J dirty boogie, gray hoodie, hit the dougie

Pinky rings on racks of chicken nuggets

Shit’s like shooting fish in a bucket, damn the hummus

I’m in Japan for the summer, land the plane

Or Jamaica, black rain in the forecast

Four-four class, open a stolen Accord door and haul ass

Body disposed by Albanian doorman for four grand, aw man

I throw the lamb in the ground and leave it overnight

You ain’t ever seen this in your life

You ain’t used to being where I been to, Curly and my men do

You ain’t been through shit I been through

This is limited edition, 666 driven

Tryna keep from out of prison

So I lay low, throwing dice, tomato sauce for the boss

Place the crib over the cross, it’s us