Текст песни Live From The D.J. Stretch Armstrong Show (Common) с переводом

Yes I, check it out

It’s like, you listen to the musician

Umbilical mic, my syllable strikes ya vision

I take you through a tunnel of thought, wit no support

Now you got caught off guard by the number one scar

From the Illa-Fifth, lyrically fulfillin' this

Black Thought, yo, the skill assisted

By the Mal-ik B, the symbol you remember me to be type valid

Disastrous, the master just bust this for the listener

Black Thought, yo, while I exhibit the

Styles from the artist, boast strokes of lyrical darkness

Enter the style, severin' rooms just like apartments, ill flavor

I’m a skyscraper by nature

Down wit my number one neighbor, Common

From the city of Illinois, you destroy when we bombin, what?

Off the top-a, the dome lyric-al don-datta Mr. Trotter

Aiyyo we gotta lotta MC’s, on the line of this ready to rhyme

So, I’m just gon' settle down wit mine, rewind, check it out

I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down’s hair

Other niggas rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs

On Knotts I Landed, players get played like Hamlet

Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life

I write twice and drop singles in record pools

Niggas I’m dunkin' like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles

Rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit

The click that you came in wit, the accent you flavor whipped

I got my nigga Tariq, I freak it in the middle of the week

Niggas is weak an' and I start to speakin'

Niggas start to leakin', my nigga Derek D an'

I’m foreseein' the future, funky for human beings

Like I was the Biz Mark, I bring the noise iller

Com Sense’ll be the rhyme killer, I spill a

Little bit of juice to an MC who need a new producer

Got my nigga Y-Not in the spot and I rock like crack

I’m ready to attack, Thoughts is Black

Niggas understand the intelligence and relevance to this rhyme

I Stretch a nigga all across the line like I was Bobbito or Armstrong

Com’s song’ll keep goin', I start the holdin'

My flowin' is turnin' to the earth

The birth is comin' through, listenin' to cut, old school *laughin'*

?Tremblin when it came down the shoot?

(Pharoahe) Yeah, yeah (Pharoahe) yeah, yeah

(Pharoahe) Yeah, yeah yo

Always beginnin' 'em, forever blendin' 'em

Bendin' 'em again and again

Sendin' 'em back, lettin' 'em know that minimum wages

Subliminally befriendin' 'em for criminal ac-tivity

Mics I chop like Florida State Seminoles wit criminal facts

And milly ac-tually I piss on your promotional wax

It’ll be tight but only this

What nigga swears he’s the nicest?

Just because he got rhyme of the month twice

Four mic devices, the gem star blade the shit slices

Rip-trip-chop-chop-chop and dices, Absolute

Absolute, uh, Absolute, uh, Absolute, uh (kill it)

Yes, rippin' the microphone

My words will enlight your dome

When I’m quick to strike your home just like Capone

N-Noreaga, wit The War Report, my orator will slaughter yours

Still waitin' for the beat to come in, I’m dangerous like Satan

Eatin' bacon in front of a Muslim, I’ll battle you and your cousin

It’s the beef for black attack

When I, yes, quick to subtract the wack

When I go from track to track, bouncin' in the mounds and countin'

Flowin' like water from a fountain when I deliver

Like water from a river makin' you shiver

That’s for sore, the connoisseur rippin' ill-literature

Yes, but I’m about to get deeper

You’ll catch a ill reflection from listenin' too close to the speaker

When I reach ya, it’s gettin' more clearer, outta the era

It’s like this, we keep you open like a parachute

Took a shot of hip hop, it’s Absolute

For my man from the House of Representatives

And turn it out, aiyyo, I always do, that’s what I’mma bout ta

Do I show you a style and throw you?

For all competitors, Black Thought comin' through, so seckle, cuz

I’m the superior style and you inferior

Let me adjust my voice so you can hear me ta--

Bust through the, microphone

Pure skills, nuttin' but it, all of a sudden

MC’s just start to stuttered from the rap style

Hey, yo, let me rewind, check it out, check it out

Well, it’s the deranged style that change formats and forms

I swarm like killa bees, fulfillin' these fantasies

MC’s throw a tantrum, I sing the Fifth Anthem

Aiyyo, it’s like this, my song thump your preference

You can never attempt to reach that where my level is

Black Thought severin' competitives, off the dome top

Yo, my microphone stop, my man Com just drop

And don’t halt, I guess it was my fault

I came through thick like a malt, niggas tried to pour salt

But never knew the flavor, my shit is accented from Chicago

Niggas follow, hold the water bottle

My shit’ll keep flowin'

Now I’m showin' this poetry in motion like a picture

Read the scripture, understood the first New Testament

Start to blessin' it

The shit is like this, where the beat went?

I give MC’s the silent treatment

They tried to come against me, I told em they wasn’t fresh

Rappers I Crush, Kill and Destroy like Stress

Extinction Agenda, Com Sense’ll just send a-nother

Mothafucker to the bathroom

He didn’t have room to shit on the mic

That I had, it’s like the nigga Com Sense, I don’t need a pad

Off the dome, my shit’ll roam/Rome like a Greek

I start to speak, and niggas sound extra weak/week

Like seven days, I take ya seven whole days like Tony

Never been a phony, Express styles like a Pony

Hold ya horses, Com Sense read The Sources

Toss this type of shit that go straight through, I lost this

One time, it came back, the rap sunshine

Niggas follow me like one time

Check it out nig-- my man Absolute is unsigned, ready to get it on

It’s like this upon the mic, yo, I sit upon

Yo, yo, check it out now, one time now, Pharoahe Monch, yo

It’s not breaks at the bar, even if you a star

Wit me and my crew, baby doll, you won’t go far

I seek the love of Allah, the laws I lay

Peepin' the upper echelon of light display

Funk distributed rap pro, attributed to facts so

Cleverly put, more revolutions than an axle

The sax flow, nigga, much smoother than Coltrane

Who can cop beats that I chop like cocaine?

The effortless action wit moves like subtraction

Lip, stick and admit wit mo' satisfaction

And all the while my beats can pile up

More data than X-File shows all added up

The educated nigga from Queens, by any means

Serve any fiends, similar to Supreme Team

But like steam I will rise to the top to redeem the cream

For niggas who fiend for hip hop

I pop Glock and bla-block shot and chop spots

From top notch cops to bust from a crotch

Positionin', what, Absolute, what, c’mon, c’mon, kick the dome

The last word was precision, so I get a vision

And makin' sentences on top of your cranium

Underground, subterranean

Crossin' the Mediterranean, water to slaughter MC’s

Who I can’t catch across the border

Lookin' across the window, not a nympho

Lookin' at my man, the Jedi duck when the lead fly

My man just took a picture, so I just snapped it

Lookin' at the man who got the joint in his back, shit, the back shit

I pack shit but it’s never like an automatic

I’m causin' static just like the opposite of Bounce

I get, throwin' mad amounts

Look at my man Bobbito and Stretch

I gotta catch the beat

I’m never come off weak cuz weak is the opposite of strong

I used to smoke the bong but now I got the Heineken

It’s my turn to rhyme again

Don’t need to be greedy, I give my old gear to the needy

Used to write graffiti cuz I got the burner

You might not get that

But, yo, I pass it back to my man wit the head wrap, yo