Текст песни Posse Gang Eight Million (Jam Baxter) с переводом

I was meant for something brighter

Somewhere in my light I’m flashing like the Paparazzi

Instead I’m in the cemetery full of souls gathered from these crashing Kamikazes

Break it down for any man who want it, any category, shit is catastrophic

Try’na be a man of honour but this savage army got me cleaning out our morals

Brother you can get ya balance borrowed for a second

You can fall asleep for 40 fucking seconds

You can all repeat what everyone has said but I don’t give a fuck’s the answer

to your question

This is tales of a weapon unknown

Which way will the flux capacitor take us?

Far away from the present, I hope

I gotta save my little girl these manors are dangerous

I just don’t give a fuck what a rappers gotta say

(Don't Care)

Mate, Reem’s the future

Put it to your task force, evolution

Meet’s a vortex from the dark deep Bermuda

I’m a real threat to this harsh piece of music, don’t test me

I just wanna slap MC’s, don’t tempt me

I been around shitty man seen in documentaries

Task force 'til the sharp clothes come get me (HUH!)

I hate starting a rap

So many man wanna start when I rap

Grass in a bag, that’s gardener swag

Get sparked in the 'nads if you ask for a drag

Look

A brudda gave me a call tonight

He said he’s got food so he’s ballin' right?

I thought of something funny on his wall to write

I said «calm down blud you ain’t Walter White»

I mean round here fam, it’s all wall to wall

So tuck it in your jeans, bring a tool to school

If you do it fast enough then your balls’ll fall

That’s actually one of the main rules to ball

Man wanna act fully gassed when he meets me

Then ring back like it’s all cool to call

Nah, your place ain’t even a port I call

If I was locked outta mine with a stool to fall

(Nah)

Sooner catch Wizzy shittin' in the street

Bit of veggie, little bit of meat

Little bit of sweetcorn, little bit of weed

Little bit of bars and a bigger bit of greed

Oi but the Asians like raisins

The Blacks clap crap

The Whites spike Sprite

Just cah it rhymes don’t make it right

Just cah it’s rap don’t make it a fact

Return of the Twat, and he came with a pack

Still gonna rap, still gonna trap

Still gonna back what I said when I spat

Still bad to the bone, still agg in my flat

Still sits blacked out in a room blacked out try’na nap

But I don’t give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks

best mates with a gat

Coz I’m still gonna come to house with a bag full of shit

And a match, that’s doorstep swaggin'

I don’t give a shit I’m on your porch just braggin'

Bout how your house gonna get torched and shite

Look I’m still gonna act all rash

Still gonna scratch my 'nads

Still gonna blag my swag

Still gonna stash my cash

Still gonna chat my fraff like normal

When I lived in the background space

Sat down spack with a sad clown face

And my mates all trapped in a bagged out state (Sniff)

Mouth taste like a sack full of hate

Brains all mashed like a bag of potates

Sound clash?

Maybe I slapped sounds face

And escape crash land on a maxed out base

I’m a wasteman, fact

Well, that’s what they say

But I smash more tunes than you

Stuck to the game like super glue

Fuck rearranging a Rubik’s cube

I stay true

Pick a place and the music proves that I’m

Hardworking, grafting, dedicated

Make beats and I never take shit

Make peace with the enemy, I’ll fuck them in the arse

When they least expect me to struggle with the past

Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam

Had fans pushing up, bum rush the Jam

Crash land cushion enough fun to have

So I couldn’t give a fuck about a sad old slag

(Hahaha)

I just wanna sit here chilling

Couldn’t give a piss about your kids or women

This is jigsaw Britain we live in and I don’t fit in like

How they gonna kill him when he sit upon the riddim?

(Hahahaha)

Mate I’m just taking the piss

Break In the crib and I’m taking the kids

I don’t give a shit if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best

mates with the pigs

I’m still gonna smash shit right up (ooff)

Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel

Still gonna build my cash on the pool

And watch porn films on pills like normal (Normal!)

How you ever gonna test me fool?

Ring up the pigs and arrest me? Cool (Cool)

Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small

(Ha!)

Pissing in the wind like soaking

Shut up bitch I’m joking

When I’m on a track I just say what I want

Cause I ain’t all prang, I’m open

I let it all from my being

Ain’t nothing real in the room you’re seeing

I punctured an eyelid and out flew a city full of vagrants and half of my brain

cells fleeing

And Death’s passed out in a hallway

So he ain’t gonna trouble us yet

For now I’m un-killable, linger at the bar

3 shots in my left hand running up debts

I was raised on skunk and cider on tap

And debit cards deep in triangular wraps

And girls clinging tight to their best friends hair while they puke in the

corner of the warehouse mashed

Creeping around in industrial estates

Out west all following that rumbling bass

Some girdle gurned up munching her face

Hands glued to the rig brain mushed to a paste

At midnight the walls all parted

Unveiling a vista of carnage

Kids getting drunk as a live in the house

And a child sells guts in small wicker baskets

A burnt corpse, with two tenners rammed in it’s nostrils and carnival stalls on

his tongue

As a fountain of honey bees pour from it’s lungs

Must be Friday, born to succumb

I felt the boredom back then through skin

Stepped out, carved him out a new grin

Bright face smudging along these streets

And these bug like glassy eyes are glued in

Looks like the spiders grew wings

Take to the sky, bathe in extravagance

He got the beak out, ten pound a point

So I stepped out the joint with a newfound arrogance

I was adamant that nothing ever does it like a bucket of a luminescent liquor

to the gullet

Desert dog bursts from the veins of the city, there’s an Angel in a silver suit

shimmering above it

Two tabs for the deep vibration

Draw from the Martel, sweet hydration

Pitched up shreaks of a streamlined Satan

Screaming out fuck the police, I hate them

Churpsing a chick with the neon pink eyes

Skin so pale you can see her insides

The inner workings, the little heart burning

The fumes in her lungs I can see them entwined

Snake on the spine

Hosing the floor spew fresh blood, magma and golden liqueur

And the waves never crash, ride that mash while crowd of lightweights convulse

on the shore

If your bird asks, I’m in first class

If not, fuck her, bare back

Have her foaming at the mouth like nerve gas

Cause I’m ice cold when I burn cash

If you’re not me shut the fuck up like Donny

Birds say I’m pretty fly for a white Pommie

I’m your new idol Lee

I can do whatever you do idly

Been around the world and aye, aye

Ionly took two steps

Come through fresh like a young Hugh Heff

What in the F-UCK will he get up to next?

Call me your highness

Don’t mistake my ignorance for shyness

My clique are in the club, pillaging like pirates

You go home alone, we go home with bitches

Who ride the dick for so long, they get motion sickness

How you gonna tell me that that’s not Dedication?

If the drugs don’t work you’re on the wrong medication

Catch me walking by

Get your hands up, like you’re try’na catch the falling sky

Gimme the cash, fast, I don’t Like fussin'

Thug tears splash into an almond milk white Russian

For all the evil that we done done

I keep on praying 'til it’s undone

With an ice old Innis & Gunn Rum

And a case of numb gum

Dumb Son

Yeah…

Seasoned vet

Wouldn’t start counting your P’s just yet

My back catalogue, got a lot of gold In

Guaranteed, leave a lot of these upset

MC’s chat a lot of P’s in the Set

Structure is poor and that’s why they get the (Clock Clock Clock)

McFly to the head them bussed through the floor

'til you fucks couldn’t even figure out whidda woulda what whidda what’s what

anymore

Exactly the point I’m making

Right words, within the wrong spacing

While you standing there contemplating

This game’s yours for the taking

I don’t want a part in it if it’s not straight from the heart

No faking

Don’t start flaking

(Bitch) go get naked

Your first time wet

The future is set

This is something that you will respect

If not right now then sooner or later

But keep this tune on the deck

They put it back so many times them’ll never get bored of the shit

Recorded a solid gold audio clip for the fuck of It

Now I got 'em all on my dick (Ahhhhh)

And I’m more than awake

The sound is the bassist, fall and shake

Ever since I learned to talk on the tape

I been caught in a landscape sporting a cape and a sword for the deathmatch

Coming to you live from the wet patch

Then you get stripped like a leg wax (no shit)

When I’m sticking my dick in your girls neck back

None of you been giving a reason to take easy so I’m squeezing what I got on

your face and then bussin' out

See the way they scour the place then cuss 'em out

Leaving nothing but a soury taste in your butters mouth

It’s the guy disgraced if he stuck it out

How I got 'em on the regular beggin' to cut it out

Level up, brother you know I don’t fuck about

When you see him, remember to tell him you shut it down