Текст песни Seven (Celph Titled) с переводом

Yeah! Yo, uh

A lot of rappers try approaching the omen

My poems will punish your people while I’m up at the podium

Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again

I’m a vulture when the flow go choke your kin

Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'

Eye on the prize

I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry

Making a secret society expose their purpose

Making 'em unleash info and explode in my surface

I’m taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless

It’s show time, there’s no time, be ready when the curtain split

I’m hurtin' shit, too powerful for painkillers

On the concrete jungle we walk like trained guerillas

Untamed, and my niggas is Kane, Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame

We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers

Vinnie Paz, call the goons, now we back with the clappers

Yo, remain silent, kill him with what I mentally says

Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian rez

Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk

Welcome, this where the murderers lurk

It’s my mind, that make sure that the Sun can work

Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt

Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam

And my hand is where the tears of the pope ran

They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam

I’m in Heaven with the angels that smoke grams

You need God, that’s why the earth so damned

International, trying to get my flow banned

That’s cool, if I don’t kick these prayers

A lot of floods and fam' is gonna hit these years

Kamachi back on the chapel stairs

Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears

You wanna put your money up? Then muthafucker then put it

For your family’s sanity man, I wish that you wouldn’t

Niggas got nice flows, just dont know where to put it

And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage

And y’all mixtape niggas couldn’t see my plateaus

All up in my presence, while y’all actin' bashful

King Syze casting an ecliptic rap flow

Y’all little light niggas couldn’t feed my shadows

From, city to city, intersection to section

But you reflexin', with or without a weapon

I’m always steppin', never scared

But always and forever prepared

Yeah the ones who drink gas man is revvin' their gears

You now rocking' with the foulest clique in the continent

Total dominance, rise to prominence

In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment

At this conglomerate, an axis of evil

I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David

Down and dirty like a damp basement

The champ must demand greatness

From himself, or be another contender

There’s hundreds of niggas

Dead left under the river

From the days of slaves

To hurricanes in Orleans

See my people’s graves floatin' amongst the waves

There’s hell to pay, but

The devil don’t take checks

I tried to send a message to God

His phone don’t take texts

I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge

Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars

Man, my momma got a mortgage

And my little baby sister need books for college

I rob all of y’all

Hey, yo, they want the hood in here so they called me first

I give 'em rappers gatorade cause they ball with thirst, UH!

This is more than music

But these niggas is mad trash

That’s why the stores refuse 'em

Yo, I’m out in Georgia, went straight to the block

I’m seein' cats motorcyclin' dawg, I’m doin the walk

I’m an O.G., call my Italian niggas a wop

Though their papers ain’t right, but they got weight on the block

I love 'em uh

Hand to hand, see your hands ache

I drunk so much syrup dawg I stopped eatin' pancakes

Ya niggas cool dawg mine’s absurd hot

Stop frontin' like you’s a killer money, your nerves shot

Yo you’s a Paxil nigga, dumpin' Zoloft in coffee

AOTP what exhaust be

Can’t keep it gear, cause I’m blinging with F’s

But I got my mind right so swing your shit to the left

Nigga if I had 24 hours to live

Fuck 24 hours, gimme 24 seconds

Vin I’m drivin' off a bridge

Broken rib, no windshield, covered in kerosene

Gasoline tank filled to the top

Magazines of these phony rappers ripped in pieces

No priest is, strong enough to take me out of my zone

I broke Jesus, choke niggas who squeal

Rob niggas who steal, kill niggas who kill

I’m too sick for a pill

Man these niggas ain’t real, they real fake

They say they a man but they fuckin' reveal snakes

That’s when you put 'em in the trunk with their grill taped

Rip in reverse then run into a steel gate

I’m a suicide driver, never been a liar

If I don’t kill you later, I’mma kill you mañana

You don’t want no problems

You don’t want no drama

Nigga I’mma take a trip with your baby momma, suicide driver

Ya better cross your T’s

Cause we’ll dot your eyes

You can say that you specialize but pharaohs will optimize

Backstage will get a bitch back smacked there

The mac glare like dirty south pimp slap clap snares, YEAH!

Holy paragraphs, what kind of shit is that?

I’m Jesus in the flesh so this is motherfuckin' Christian rap

Y’all just Christmas wrap, must be the secret Santa

My reindeer aim near, pierce you with the antlers

I made 'em go easy, and called off the wolves on my AOTP radio CB

Cause y’all ain’t worthy of grenades and RPGs

Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed

Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony

Listen to the hell we make

And a year before your kids tenth birthday came

You didn’t have to wait for candles on the cake to see the nine flame

Respect a G, my clique clap at you incessantly

I lay back and drink alcohol excessively

It ain’t a rapper that’s alive today that’s testing me

I got degrees in being ignorant and weaponry

A 40 oz and Dutch Master is the recipe

That’s my shit there, that’ll be the death of me

Give me a death mask, better yet an effigy

I understand the math of death and it’s complexity

I understand how you was violently murked

I understand how you was raised under the lies of the church

But understand and recognize that I’m cursed

With the ability to end your fucking lives with a verse