Текст песни I Got the Call (Smerk) с переводом

Yo I own shit

Flow sick but you know this

Bring it back like my old kicks

All my 5s from 99 to 06, oh shit

Get to know him when he goes in

Yeah, yeah

Dude, just stick to your K2

I’m a trained K9

With Coffee & Tar Canines

Don’t talk dues

When you know I’ve paid mine

Skip class, got class, get cash at the same time

Could cop a rollie but I save time

Changed man with the same plan

Get dough, stay low with my ray bans

Y’all getting spray tans

'm equipped with the spray can

'til my day ends

Amen

I don’t hate men

But I hate youth

Flow sweet, break records like I’m Babe Ruth

I need a break boo'

Babe, really, nah, it ain’t you…

Well it kinda' is

Kinda' did what I had to, to see the finer things

Got couple scars so I’m rhyme and shit 'yea'

Kids numb like handball calluses

Write classics that reach the palaces

Niggas past the pig forget they pacifists

Talk shit, that’s another couple candles lit

But I’m chill for now I just came to spit

Shit

Mom say my face changing not in a good way

I don’t really care is what I should say

Been a while since I seen a good day

I could blame the stress or the sass

Both had the same effect

These intellects intersect

To get the green with no vinaigrette

I need Washington like a play casting

Flow smooth Mac shorties in the same fashion

Face it, don’t pass it

Face it, you live to pay taxes

Shorties tryina' hang like my sack is

Too massive

Style’s catchy

Can’t catch me

One «10» is better than five — five’s car Massey

Great Gatsby

Don’t gas me

You won’t pass me

Don’t ask me

Her name was Ashley

I’m where the cash be

I actually gradually gather green and shatter dreams as man of your teams

I’m rapping on stream

Kush can I

Yo we workin' put the work in

With Smerk and we smirkin'

Dodging venom of the serpents

It’s urgent

I’m certain

My purpose is writing verses in cursive

Until the earth split

You weren’t really ready for disturbance

And the flyweight feeling all the turbulence

I got the call

I got the call

1−800 hot shit

Call me up and cop this, toxic, Blackin' out on every single topic

Drop it, if you got the keys like a locksmith, cops have you locked don’t past

the rock like the rockettes

Dreaming of a rocket, cleaning up this hot mess, memories blurry like a photo

of the Loch Ness

Talkin' to my conscious, I swear it’s speakin' nonsense, if I could jus be

honest I know I’d be beyond this…

Whatever that is, you can’t take the tactics, this rap shit

Verbal black magic, call it mathematics, for all you rap addicts,

and for those who can’t catch it still go for the pop fly

Don’t be greasy like Popeyes, I know that you’re not I

Forgot that line cause I got high

Apologies, still hotbox the Odyssey

I’m shaggy with alotta weed, blueprints for technology, trynna buy a couple

properties

I’m with my little cousin at the house playing monopoly

Tell a blind girl and she’ll say «I gotta see»

I got philosophies, break it down, geometry

Kush can I

Yo we workin' put the work in

With Smerk and we smirkin'

Dodging venom of the serpents

It’s urgent

I’m certain

My purpose is writing verses in cursive

Until the earth split

You weren’t really ready for disturbance

And the flyweight feeling all the turbulence

I got the call

I got the call

All you MC’s can’t mess with this

Even Teddy Pendergrass gon step to this

Treacherous

Tripwire sentences

Brainstorm, minefields to your residence

Huh?

How you gon' contest the kid?

While you struggle with yourself and I’m blessed to live

But I heard you need an L so I choose to give

Ruthless kid

Utilize the booth, (with squids?)

Got that Aquaman flow

Seaweed make me think slow

Got your girl going low

Like her ankle on her toe

Fuck a mistletoe

She like kissing slow

Cameltoe got a glow

Let that ammo go

(ringtone)

Yo, what’s good Smerk?

Yo, what’s good Jay?

Yo Smerk, where you at?

I’m on the corner of hillside, about to get on the F train

Nananana, don’t get on the F, I need you on this track, right now

Alright, let’s make it quick, what’s the deal, where it is? Where is that?

I’m on the corner here I’ll scoop you, a’ight? Just pull up, I’ll pull up

Oh hi, hi, how you doin'?

Me, me, me I’m doing great

I’m staring at this lake

Wonder if the blocks on my feet will escape on my ankles

Used to see straight, now I’m looking different angles

Call over my bird, trust me I’m disturbed

Sittin' on the curb no more happiness left inside of me

I called down an angel and I begged her to lie to me

I looked her in the eye and asked her «please let me die»

She smiled and she watched me crumble

I lost that shit, couldn’t pick up the fumble

Dangerous man, with money in his hands

Now you better stand down

Motherfucker stand down

Rest in peace to the rhyme that you know

The more you know the more that I-I am discriminated

Swear to God I felt my heart was disintegrating

My mind is now twisted, careless bout existence

Another day, another fucking mission

I swear to God, I remember when I used to kiss you

In my kitchen, I had a gun to my face

I kinda hoped you pulled it

So I could finally rest

I’m struggling as fuck but I’m doing my best

I swear I’m a random guy that you randomly test

I saw, I promised you would fail

I’ll send you to hell and barely on this earth

And you can probably tell, you can probably tell

I’m barely on this earth and you can probably tell

I’m barely on this earth and you can probably tell