Текст песни Southpaw Cypher (Shabaam Sahdeeq) с переводом

My rhymes like a key yours are half a gram

Scram — fuck face go rap for your mans

You ain’t no real MC, your verses is empty

Your style is played out like lottos and stripe lees

And the lines that you spit don’t pertain to me

They plain to me you ain’t who you claim to be

You lame to me — you can’t even aim to pee

Namin' all kind of guns you ain’t hardly see

You from a block that ain’t poppin' and ya name don’t ring

Seen you with the fags in the village callin' you sweet thing

I’m a menace fool — trash that you talk be miniscule

Small like a pebble in a 10-foot deep pool

Skip the talk — chi chi mon switch when you walk

You a thug in drag, light up ya helmet like lazer tag

You niggas can’t hang wit S I’m too wicked

Bang wit two llamas leave ya whole shit twisted

You be thinkin' this a game til they carry you out

Son you rhyme like a chick wit a dick in the mouth

Ain’t gotta tell you you a fag, fam you know yourself

Stick ya head between yo legs dog and blow yourself

Stick the dildo in yo ass and fuck yourself

Put the gun to ya head dog and shoot yourself

El Gant y’all

That’s OK ya gat don’t spray

I get away with verbal murder I’m the rap OJ

You actin' like ya hat won’t fray

When you get capped with mad claps

Like you act in a Broadway play

The doorway to crooked hookers and crooks that suck dick

They just around the corner the second you cop a hit

Or the second you cop a clip hip-hop this shit’s a bitch

Til you rich bendin', twistin' and fistin' a Dixie Chick

Pop in a disc and we spittin', sittin' reminiscin'

Listen to me dissin' ya missin' the message that I stress

I’m a pistol pissin' on people

Lethal off tha meter

Comin' off tryin’a lock this game down like North Korea

So hot when I spark get caught with gonorrhea

I don’t wanna be you I just wanna see you die in fear this year

I’m tryin’a make it clear grow a little rich

And if you try to stop me I’ll expose you for it bitch

Yo, the way I wreck mics might be hard for you to swallow

Truth is Famo a hard act to follow

Still mates who tailgate get filled with hollows

I’ll leave you on the strip slumped over in a pothole

Wilder than a gang of vatos gettin' boracho

Middle finger up at police to free Macho

Bottle of hen roc fumandome un tabaco

Niggas couldn’t live for a day in my zapatos

Duck the laws long brasos, d’s Donnie Brasco

For movin' sticky chocolate and homie it’s not Bosco

Pounds of pasto titerre desde chamaquo

Ringin' timbres and your bloque I’m la quianto

FaMo$o qui tiando and won’t stop pigando

Hot like quevando y yo soy el que mando

Attaquando mah fire no one apagando

Explotando y lo tuyo ya se esta acabando

Yo cut ya body up put it in Hefty bags leave 'em

By the Harlem River next to some homeless niggas that’s sleepin'

Nutso be creepin', Queens mah heathen

Rep it and breathe it I cut you you bleedin'

That’s word all my pop’s semen I mean it

Dominican demon robbin' couples at beaches

Bonin' bitches on the bleachers got 'em drinkin' easy Jesus

Holdin' heaters like it’s back in the days

Yeah, speak on it nigga

These are the words of a veteran

Marijuana’s my medicine

It’s a honor to be alive I don’t care who I’m betta than

I don’t care if you betta than me I’m still relevant

Even though it’s competitive up is something I’ll never give

In the lab developin' flows that’s elegant

Eatin' like a polar bear, shittin' like an elephant

Now I get to smoke my bud instead of sellin' it

Out in Australia at the beach pettin' pelicans

Y’all so delicate, go hard you betta get

Out my way, I eat with the predicates

Speak to the deadliest, sleep with the sexiest

Chicks you ever seen in ya life

Don’t bet against a brotha like me

Because I might be

The next Malcolm X or another Spike Lee

Came a long way from Timbs and white tees

To drivin' all day in a Benz with 20 g’s on me

I rip for now, I rip for past dates

Rip it for elementary high school and all my other classmates

I rip it for this, yeah I rip it for that

I spit on yo bitch and take a shit on yo track

I rip it from dusk til dawn

What the fuck you want

I rip it till the lust is gone

And half these sluts is on my nuts

I rip it for the barber givin' fly cuts

Try us, wind up in your own private pine bus

Get it? I rip it long as my tongue can spit

I rip it like a chick wit braces who be suckin' dick

I rip it till all the lyrics’ll sync up

I rip shit like bein' on the toilet but yo ass just clenched up

I rip mics what you kids like?

Rip it for white, black and Puerto Rican kids on Nostrand in a fistfight

A little bro rip it, you pricks got no soul

Introducing the future of hip-hop it’s Dov

I been waitin' too long to move on

You fools wrong

And I don’t even spit on tracks, I fuckin' chew songs

Hip-hop's newborn

Forced to do my chores

You want me to stop & ignore that this game’s been stop short

Or, you can get on your knees like a whore

Use common thoughts and fuckin' thank God I was born

Cause I resurrect to life what you think ain’t likely

And my rap tests have more checks than a store full of Nikes

Started off a mystery

Turns out my mouth is dirtier

Than a pedophile’s internet history

Pissed to see that shit’ll be just gettin' worse

If I don’t get to work and transform what I live to be

Cookin' up what I see fit to feed

Who knew that a kid could lead

This new generation — 'bout to make history

A rapper, you not one — I’m headed to the top, son

You more off target than Dick Cheney wit a shotgun

It’s from the valley of people that’s bein' managers

Cause you got betta stamina, time to feed 'em to wolves

You think you betta? Go 'head put up the cheddah

We rock parties hardbody when we’re better for fold

DB let’s get it started and let it bang harder

Teen shorties playboy brothers like Club Shuttah

My name’s Flo — I spit a though that’ll travel through you

And make your body wiggle and jiggle like fake boobs

Never fake moves — we make music, we make tunes

Hey DJ, shut up or I’ll make 'em pull off they shoes

I’m a bad man wit bad plans -you understand?

Feel me when I tilt my hat and shake hands

I’m a preacha — Mr. Hypeman nice to meet ya, greet ya

Wit heat that be beatin' from speakas

You’ll be rumblin' rumblin' tumblin' tumblin' stumblin' stumblin'

Til the light’s black go on now

I got a bitch named Belinda

Born in December

On vacation, she’ll be gone til' November

Met her on the first Monday of September

Labor Day — long hair with a short temper

She left that Friday but we hung out Tuesday

And I fucked her on Thursday

I’m just that smooth — ay!

Wednesday I was wit this bitch named Kim Blake

My slim thing checked my phone a lot but she spend change

This little fine bitch got vexed and broke my jack

Because me and Belinda be textin'

Before that she took my number down and called her

Like we ever meet prepare yourself to sleep wit orca

Young beef popped up Halloween

And caused a scene

Like the one in back of the Bada Bing

Anyway they fought cause I got caught but bet me

If either of them dumb whores left me

That’s pimpin'

I am everything these rappers ain’t

I spit in ways that these rappers can’t

Flow hit 'em harder than a can of paint

I get money like I’m in a bank

But I don’t work behind the counter

I’m robbin' that shit wit a shank

Marine Park — 304 Chain Gang

We got yo bitch takin a fist, hard day

Yeah, that’s how these mothafuckas roll now

25 years old now out they fuckin' skulls now

I guess the liquor and the drugs really got to 'em

Cause the way they put it down they are not human

We ride around with our music really loud

Doin' 90 down a 25 floatin' off the ground

Cause I’m higher than I ever been

I’m in the basement mixin' up the medicine — cocaine and heroin

That is the dope rush — would you like a teaspoon?

Have you walkin' on the sun starin' at a green moon

It’s fuckin' scary ain’t it — a picture I could paint it

Tryin' to get up off the curb like I’m Larry David

Drinkin' that Henny Black, drivin' in the Cadillac

TC droppin' me off to see some chick I mack

Adored by the mother, the daughter think I love her

I fuck her and sell weed to the little brother

Shout out to Pretty Fred

The next motherfucker sayin' my name won’t get a verse he’ll be fuckin' dead