Текст песни Raposo Manhoso (Linda Martini) с переводом

For real and I am not bullshittin

If it wasn’t for cats like me you wouldn’t be in the rec

In the door and I know that’s true now knowwhatmsayin?

Because now you’re really in some of it"

Where’s Len? I told Len that fuckin; I said

Quote, that I said, I love Company Flow

I don’t wanna be against you guys I-I-I quote

Quote, unquote I said, I wanna be down — you know;

Like I said I don’t want beef with you guys

You know I am like dude; like fuckin'…

This whole shit is bananas, y’know"

El-P: «Like you’re gonna make it by dissing me

You know the record that got CoFlow scared, knowwhatmsayin?

It’s like DO I SOUND SCARED??»

Sole: «No I don’t think you sound very scared»

Some cats know us but this one don’t

I oughta pierce this fuckin' phallus through your rookie ass throat

Yo Duke, don’t step to me until you’re ripened fruit

I’m loopy from the invitations from funeral glue

Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high speed

Still blitzed like relaxed I’ll call geisha fellatio deeds

Like fertilizer bombs packed in air tower compartment docks

Sticky fuck revolution shot — send all complaints to Rupert Murdoch

I’ll black out in the mug of suburbanites with little stinger’s crew

You volunteer for the draft stupid--thats on you!

On some upper middle class romantic notion

So the mortar scraps’ll fly cry gates section 8 escape like Klinger do

The demented happy face bruised back for pussycrew packin'

Rockin clam diggers with cut knees in Hepatitis puddles -- no vaccine

Plus 99% that are down with you still get respect from us

Silently questionin' your direction — like Amistad passenger section

Gilbert Grape against Magneto odds;

Ultimate Break 5 versus your needle pops;

Davey Jones versus Goliath;

I’m Ed Sullivan Beatles crowd response

I slowed it down — try to download this gig to formatted floppy disk

While heads bop like epileptics sucking my dick to some off-beat shit

Sole: «I l-l-l-l-l-l-love Company Flow»

:scratch: «y-y-you faggot»

This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes

(Sole: «I wanna be down»)

Make sure every one-sheet, snippet, tape, flyer, sticker and t-shirt

Got a representation of my name and face

I rock beats that Tina Yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly duckling

Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness

Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise

Mic, turntables, style, psychosis, pain and penis

Deranged cadence kills syllable meters UV needles

Makin gangsters in the crowd throw bottles at my people

We dip on life cycles few data crisp since

Custom Jeep Dapper Dan era in 3 fat goose

Swingin discs of Tron to disembowel your village elder

Fuckin' sick isn’t it? Bucket my piss while you’re at it kiss the dog dick

Try to act monstrous but just a Beanie Baby after my profit

That don’t do much for hip hop, that isn’t respect it’s cock-fondlin'

In eighty-nine we called it tip-doggin; but you wouldn’t know that, rookie

Don’t ever try to front like you know me or my people

By the way Vordul did I bite?

Vordul: «yea right!!--thats fantasy lie snake trife»

Sole: «like fuckin — this whole shit is bananas»

You little lying motherfucker, you know you kiss my ass

And then you try to: scratch: «change up the past»

Who fell into their own hari kiri kit when they lied to themselves

Self abuse by selling lies self destructive

I am Captain Kirk, Spock and Lieutenant Uhura on the away team

You’re Henson Lebowitz -- the sacrificial lamb for the episode

You beamed to the wrong planet this time

Wth a hot pink phaser and one line

Before getting morphed to faggot dust for not knowing our status

Automatic and absolutely the poisonous shit-licking one cyber reject

New England rich boy soon to catch a Bay Area eject

Marionette pussy, non-veteran

I got more friends than you where you live

Men all pause when I stop that flow of estrogen

You wanna be on the cutting edge--sliced up

Emotions knifed--life sucks

Feeling dejected when frustration is misdirected in official election

Conjections on top of blaming misinformation textures

So inane--I cause colon blow pain

You have an obsession respect it

From now on you’re immortalized playin' yourself on my record

Congratu-fuckin-lations; isn’t that what you wanted, idiot?!

There’s more than a little difference between yours and mines existence

This is my ride, and your not commandeering it

The only thing advanced about your music

Is that you need a computer to hear it

This year you’re independent

Last year you was on some keep it real shit, right?

The last year before that you discovered hip-hop

And you immediately became an internet genius

Fecetious pseudo-intellectualism can’t contest wisdom

I feel like Selena; the president of my fan club’s trying to kill me

And you’se a bad ass?

Let’s take a Linda Trip file since you wanted to play the game filthy

Bad enough that you lied about me; front like this isn’t your voice

I’ll be force to release the microcassette in it’s entirety

Sole: «I mean, fuckin Len knows, I mean. y’know I like your shit

You know it’s not really like that y’know»

El-P: «I don’t know that you like my shit

I haven’t even heard your record

I have no idea what you think about me»

Sole: «I-I-I-I-I love Company Flow--I love Company Flow

I don’t wanna be against you guys--I don’t wanna be against you guys

I wanna be down--I-I-I-I-I wanna be down--I-I-I-I-I wanna be down

: «I love Company Flow» -- Sole’s voice stretched and echoed

So it sounds like he’s sputtering and stuttering:

This is one of those precious moments of ferocious paybacks

Closest to the perfect scenario you made a move but it backfired

Magnified by the fact that you tried to project a persona

Of confrontation by subverting a crew who, in fact, you idolized

Next time your delusions of groupie lust and battle fame

Isolated website hip-hop coast Tiger Beat subscription addiction

Malignancy career impotency lies high school gossip power move

Will simply get you beat the fuck up. Liar!

Spell my God Damn name right next time pussy

Feel the beauty of futulity served with arsenic cookies

And old lace, you tried to save facial; yo fuck that I fold space

You musta thought you was Canibus trying to eat my ass

How does the hole taste, Timmy?

You don’t even deserve this moment--do you?

You haven’t paid enough dues to get a battle, pupil!

Run along and do your little interviews with your fantasy life distortion

Next time you reveal your true self make sure that no one records it

You Stupid!

Sole: «To be totally honest with you--I think your being cool, y’know

Like; I mean, taking in consideration everything--y'know»

El-P: «Yaknahmsayin my plan was especially to ignore you, but like

Now it’s gettin very difficult to do that because you’re makin too.

You’re makin too big a deal, out of what you perceive as a diss to you;

When in reality like, I don’t think you’re even completely

Positive that your totally correct on this one»

Sole: «Uh, I don’t feel very correct about it right now; at this point

That’s why I don’t really have anything to say because it’s like

Well fuck, you know I made I made my El-P diss record already y’know?»

:scratching:

Damn thats a sucka---faggot----

Get played, out of position

---true feelings---

M-m-murder a rookie----

Suck the dick kid and eat the dick cookie----

E-e-e-at the dick cookie