Текст песни Kill at Will: The Final Chapter (Big Daddy Kane) с переводом

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Token

Chris Rivers

Kane

Hand me a cane, I’m back like Bruce Wayne up to bat

Verse Bane, lay you flat like Kane, half steppin'

Due to my box, who do I not make look doodoo?

Soon as I hop on the music it usually stop (um…)

Y’all gon do something to me or not?

Been here forever, poppin' shit like my booty’s a Glock

Feel like I’m better than whoever you could ever put together

Leather sweater, Cali weather, yeah, I’m brutally hot

Like clippers on a garbage barber, Gaza Strip bomber

Screaming «Allahu Akbar,» armageddon

War weapons are strong armour

Warm lava fallin' on ya till your forearm’s a goner

I thought I forewarned ya I’m a monster

Partner, been on this mic longer than Bob Barkers

I go bonkers with the metaphor

Simile, double and triple entendres, it’s been an honour

Wait, I ain’t done yet

I done left put your boy lights out, call it a sunset

Ain’t even get to my guns yet

I gotta young Tech that still sound like a Smith & Wesson drum set

Brrrt, blat—bla—back, no more lung breath

Coughin', coffin on top of coffins — bunkbeds

Take a nap while they play it back, the only way to rap

And get dap from Big Daddy Kane at

'Cause I ill and kill at will

Teach 'em a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill

So just stand still and chill as I build

Science I drill until my rhymes fill

Your head up, don’t even get up

The teacher is teaching, so just shut up

Oh, oh, oh shit!

My price went up

By the time I end this shit it’s going twice as up

I ain’t stoppin' till I’m on a pedestal Big Daddy Kane is on

And ragin' on anyone who ain’t as high as us

I guess I changed us, these are smart raps

But the labels see it well

I only take the meaningful one

Really basic reason

To shake hands with presidents

Take their money out their pocket with my left 'cause I’m ambidextrous

Token is a man, remember it

Mark my words like a spanish emphasis

(Damn, who let him in?) Man is very sick

Ambulance is with cans of medicine

Can’t be helpin' him, chance is lesser than

Anorexic with random presents

Big as Pamela Anderson’s, then you get to

Enhance your penmanship and the question is

Can you mess with his plan just when it is

Manifested with fans who represent

Of course not

You’re not really up to a whole lot

Oh God, actin' like a slow-mo robot

Tell me what control y’all

Is it money? You tryna get revenue?

Five words I never said: I’m in debt to you

You roll with contracts, I’m ownin' your ass

That’s what the fineprint telling you

You don’t wanna be my rival

Nobody give me a reason to be killin' every one of my idols

I’ma do anything if it’s gonna be gettin' me any title

I bet they sick of me, I can tell they’re sick of me when the sickness is going

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'Cause I ill and kill at will

Teach 'em a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill

So just stand still and chill as I build

Science I drill until my rhymes fill

Your head up

Pass me the mic

I cane able like Kane came able to kill Abel

So biblical, chemical flow hittin' you

Syllables blow left in you niggas that smoke

But this isn’t your typical fictional

Releast shit that ever came out of you was your umbilical

Tried to battle the mythical pinnacle of rap

Pitiful, you’re assed out like physicals

And even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-shit on you

See, I can do that

Living proof that rap never died and I can prove that

Ooh, risen from the grave with the lyric in the page

Got the Chi whole city screaming, «who that, who that?»

Young, dirty nigga, but a nerd word flipper

From my first word figured that I’d burn herb niggas

Gotta learn curb flipper what you heard first stripper

Selling Plan B pills verses pervert pictures, I’m the man

Figured that quitter is filled up with liquor

My liver richer than vigor, I threw the manilla bigger 'cause I can

I’m spending Mr. Dinners I shiver shaking the winner

While my sister’s out flyin' to tropics gettin' tans

Son of a stone nigga like Bam Bam

Everybody gettin' the back, nigga, like TransAm

Born psychotic, the Godmom of mob fights

Hard life, step to the plate, it’s a grand slam (Rivers!)

'Cause I ill and kill at will

Teach 'em a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill, so ju…*Record Scratch*

The God in person, leave the bitch hurtin'

Can’t commence workin', prayin' for insurgence

Lyrical venom that I put in 'em

Will sentence >❓❓❓❓< to prevent when I pen 'em you can never defend 'em

Fully gated, start to go in 'em

It’s in the genes, you can call the flow denim

I breathe on tracks, lethal attack

Got it covered, ain’t no need to react

When I come through I kick in the doors

The cash behind me liftin' the fours

Red fluid done tripped in the floors

So when you stop bleedin' that’s when my men’ll pause

Just 'stand you just can’t withstand

The hit span comin' from this man listen

Y’all cats dream to expand

I’m laminated, baby, you waitin' for wristbands

'Cause I ill and kill at will

Teach 'em a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill

So just stand still and chill as I bill

Science I drill until my rhymes fill

Your head up

Oh, you want me back on that lyrical miracle type shit

You want me back where I started out with the flow

You want me back to killin' these bitches quick

As they tellin' a bitch to kick it, I’m tellin' a bitch to go

I give 'em a chance to rip it, these bitches just stand and fold

I’m takin' the seven digits they figure is decimals

I’m focused on bigger pictures, they’re tripping on pixels

But ain’t no one colder than Ms Snow

Man suprise me 'cause I see you comin' with no visine

I’m risin', I’m makin' it hard to eye-to-eye me

But I be predicting the move that you quite be

So why do these bitches use me, I might be

Fly as fuck or high as fuck or both

Hittin' 'em ridin' cut and jab and hook and go

You can try your luck, but I am comfortable

Because your timing’s off, I’m rhymin' fast or slow

It’s not impossible is it that I’m just hotter when I’m spittin'?

Fuckin' hostile when bitches don’t measure up half height

Man, you gotta be kiddin' even if it was a given

That you could pivot and spend it on a shot that you could take flight

I’m a student, I learned from Pun and Em

And I’m a got damn chopper and I earned the creds

So word to Tech, I’m takin' this to earn the check

Joell, tell 'em that I’m coming 'cause your girl is next

'Cause I ill and kill at will

Teach 'em a skill that’s real, you’re no thrill

So just stand still and chill as I build

Science I drill until my rhymes fill

Your head up, don’t even get up

The teacher is teaching, so just shut up