Текст песни Mode II (PRhyme) с переводом

Yeah, fall in line

To fall back, Big L’s technique, Pun’s grammar

Before the roof went in the trunk, the ragtops

Sat back behind the head, just like a gun hammer

My sickness, should remind you of Christmas, cause

I’m always coming down with something, like a young Santa

Understand, there will be no rematch

The kinda ass whooping, you’ll only have to open up one can of

(Nickel Nine the God) Huh?

You ain’t rolling forward, you’re rolling wrong

Reaching out to gangstas, to be gangsta, you holding on

I grab a hold of this .44 long, and let it go

More than a 4 year old, singing the Frozen song

I put this Tec to your eclectic temple

And wreck your wit, then carve in your tombstone:

«Heavenly Father, he wasn’t ready to collide with a force

To be reckoned with.» Do you boys know who you messing with?

I’m with messing-with-niggas-destiny shit, I’m from the Midwest,

I stopped drinking so I can start policing

The block, now I just cop smoke, like pig breath

Pac’s soul would come out, if I died a big death

Shoe connoisseur, who’s finer, your bitch?

Or my bitch? It don’t matter, cause you with my ex

The name of my ex inked on you, to me homie

Extinct, like a dinosaur, you can probably find me spooning

With a dime looking like Lucy Liu, or something to my broom

Looking like, a huge China drawer, I’m a motherfucking

Walking hazard, find me in the bodying department

When y’all rhyming, if y’all own release remind me

Of Prodigy partner, y’all can have it, I man up

Lifted the can up, killed the killer, who ran up scared

When I was eight, my daddy yelled down the basement steps:

«You only gotta listen to me, and the man upstairs!»

Cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode

Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode

(Know who I am) Beast mode

Yeah, yeah, fuck a black, brown, yellow or white it’s about unity

While the media tryna twist my words, for the opportunity to ruin me

Fuck ‘em all, bitch, I’m still doing me

It’s you and me on the record I’ll detect it like an infected nervous system

I never miss, I murder my mission as the rendition I listen while my chain

glisten

I’ma get it like the world is endin'

Dependent on if it’s impending

Defendin' my mind in the way I rhyme so I’m sendin' in

The best of the best, no never the less I never digress I just keep it moving

Finger fuck who ain’t on improving

We finally grooving, on the way, no way to remove them

We constantly improving, yeah, through rejuvenation

I said juveniles run the nation, come now, fuck your occupation

A revelation I’m facing, more secretive than a mason

It look like we neck and neck but I’m far from adjacent

I come so far from that basement

They look at me and know I’m in beast mode

I’m in beast mode

Then it’s game time, beast mode

I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode

Know who I am Beast mode

I’m, I’m in the zone for realer

You roll down on me they gonna call craps

We don’t call cops we just rolls so they call paps

Y’all in my office, similes all facts

Yes I fought wars, my enemies all wack

Check your chalkboard

Critics said things shit they ain’t even killing they arsenals

Me and the God flow

Guard the team like Damian Lillard the stiller

And poke your chest out like Cardinals

Y’all rhyme schemes are escargot, mine’s a Newport

Marlboro, Chicago next shops to Chiraq

Pirates turning niggas' skill into the dog bone

Y’all go fetch and this is all from me being barked on

And now your dog gone

And I’m a daw-gone vet

So you might wanna resort to more peaceful matters

My bitch flirt with an entertainer, he can have her

I was taught that when there’s beef to just keep quiet

And peep his pattern

If he strikes shepherd, the sheep will scatter

Extendos, hanging out the windows

Of them Benzos, assumptions you have them in your window

Hip-hop is just an outlet for y’all to follow

The fakes, not over the hill just know the high road to take

No cheeks to turn and all I know is I ain’t all out of hallows

The symbolism of me inside a diablo

Playing Mariah, burning this money fast

Until I’m all out of high notes

Nigga my weight up

So much that I no longer challenge haters

From no on I’m a call out a high-low

Nickel-Nine the God

Then it’s game time cause I’m in motherfucking beast mode

Beast mode, homie I’m in beast mode

Know who I am beast mode

Yeah, it’s the return of the mad rapper, dead president kidnapper

Motivated, underrated, most hated

Talk shit behind my back but in person congratulated

Damn this is my vision written without a revision

Like I am lost in a matrix I’m everything but complacent

Like my dream is adjacent but I can’t make a move

Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic

I’m still at it, every record I record leave the record shattered

Cause I be in the lab for a month

Searching for inner peace through meditation like a monk

I’m over their head and yet they still sleeping like a bottom bunk

Why these thirsty bitches throw me pussy like I got them drunk

I master the flow these up and comers have only spilt

I got back from Ireland so you know the show I kilt

I never truly admire the empire I built

Cause when you’re comfortable power shifts and positions tilt

At business meetings I go through lyrics within my mind

Cause the ultimate therapy is whenever I rhyme

First time shaking their hand for the fifth time

Being introduced to people that used to pay me no mind

Used to count my money now I weigh it by the crate

Far from an up-and-comer, my competition’s the greats and

I don’t give my wifey the rubber, like raw sex

I give her the plastic cause I’m the one that cut the checks now

Yeah, my flow expand like frozen water

I fathered these motherfuckers just like a daughter

And if they want beef then I gotta little slaughter

My bars are hotter than the steel cages after the solder

It’s nada, everything you plan on doing we already thought of

Talking years before you fuckers because we work harder

See I’ve been at it from the start

Married to the game 'till death do us part

I’m in beast mode

Then it’s game time, beast mode

I’m a beast I’m in beast mode

Know who I am, beast mode

I’m, I’m in the zone for realer

I’m the highest, exalted

Rappers are doing a lot of talking

You’re tired of me living then you’ll probably die of exhaustion

The fliest looking like I’ve got a living stylus

Later for sales, you know who got the illest album

Loaded a chopper with slugs, call that the K Michelle

Then I dump that bitch, now that’s the Idris Alba

Bitch niggas get with a nigga bitch

Just to call a nigga a bitch nigga to a nigga bitch

Ain’t gotta be in no cemetery to dig a ditch

Don’t need bananas and Ben and Jerry’s to get a split

Wig, you know I’m big slipping through new equip

Stop gassing you know we couldn’t care less if you a chick

The tech popping like a question get it right

Triggers mic, put a niggas wife in the air like Ludacris

(Nickel-Nine the God) I’m a beast

Fall in line or fall back

I’m plugged into the shooters

What I say isn’t forced with a connect

So this ain’t all rap

We coned the perimeter in all black

Like the back of Forest Whitaker’s neck

Niggas get all naps

You woulda, coulda, shoulda ass niggas

Couldn’t fuck a bitch with pills and jello pudding gas nigga

If you ever ever hear about me taking shit

Best believe there’s toilets in the safe

And I’m on it eating spaghetti bolognaise

And if you in my lane

I hope you know you rolling with grenades

I’m the coldest, you the hoest

I’ll let you switch places with me if Drea agrees

Then she gonna come through and delete my wholeness with a face

Then it’s game time, beast mode

I’m a beast, I’m in beast mode

Know who I am, beast mode

I’m, I’m in the zone for realer

Then it’s game time, beast mode

I’m a beast, beast mode

Know who I am, beast mode

5, 5'9, beast mode

PRhyme!