Текст песни Swanny's Guitar (I.K.P.) с переводом

Witness the mental fitness I’m giving em ad infinitum

E Pluribus Unum, I stole the patent on Latin

It’s all about you doubt-ing me, the style in me

I’m broadcasting loud like Martin on the balcony

Blood of a martyr, and props to Sadat X and Common

One-Nine-Nine-Nine, a time when MCs was rhyming

Unlike now, sounding like wet noodles, they Ramen

Just as bland; don’t you know you kinda soundin monotonous?

I had to stop boning these flakes I don’t relate to

Rather just slay these ungrateful straight dudes

At Planet Fitness, wishing they quit groaning

You might be horse hung, but you’re still a one-trick pony

No time to shoot the shit haters

Go shave your clit, traitor

How you a dick taker at the mercy of dictators?

Looking like a victim of mesothelioma

My bad, don’t mean to give you contusions causing confusion

I’m starting to see the red in your retina

AND I’m smelling the smegma dick cheese expelling from under your leather

Fuck your species and your genus

You should just gimme brain and call my penis the big angry genius

Limbs, I amputate em

Really you can’t debate em

If you tried to bring my White House Down, I’ll get Channing Tatum

My handsome favorite, pulling big guns for a Black Prez

Obama has nothing on some of my planned changes

Hook:

Hoe, please don’t violate, eh!

Cuz I might just annihilate, eh!

So let’s get it understood

I set straight if you coming sideways, eh!

So let’s get it

Let’s, let’s get it

Let’s get it understood

I gotta stay on, I gotta stay on

I set straight if ya coming sideways, eh!

Drop the beat it’s a done deal

All I need is one kill, like speed demons losing the front wheel

If looks could kill, I’d wear the best hair

A Thomas Pink tailored suit and show up with a death stare

Hand you wings from Red Bull and Jeremy Scott

If them demons from Ghost don’t snatch you out your burial plot

I send soulless hopefuls to Chernobyl

Throw ice brick at the devil’s oven till Hell’s kitchen froze over

Put me up in a sound booth

I’m ready to chew heads like I’m in a scarf covered in hound’s-tooth

You amped you just got branded with a tramp stamp

But somehow you always end up returned to sender

Why these white boys that find some jiggle to inject

In they ass, don’t find the rhythm that connects

Why these black faggoty-fags unhappy

Tactfully trashy, spazzing, invariably crashing

I’m a Moreno, but never really white or black enough

If I’m racist against both, I ain’t backing up, I’ve had enough

Huey quiere hablar lengua para cojer chula

Solo sabe la mierda de las malas palabras

Ojala, que the sequestren con tus estupideces

Y menten machete dentro de su pene…

Fuck with me, or maybe not

But here’s why

Hook:

Hoe, please don’t violate, eh!

Cuz I might just annihilate, eh!

So let’s get it understood

I set straight if you coming sideways, eh!

So let’s get it

Let’s, let’s get it

Let’s get it understood

I gotta stay on, I gotta stay on

I set straight if ya coming sideways, eh!

Womp Womp? Nigga, lyrics they been legitimate

Been penning it since you still in ya mom’s kitten kickin it

3 minutes, no music? Oh shit, my time is dwindling

Kinda ridiculous, but I’ll swing it like I’m at Wimbledon

Hide the kids from it when I’m live in the premises

Might televise private Skype fetishes they tried to hide

My grind is infinite; you should just rise like ascendants

Your Honor’s here, venom spit at your whole line of defendants

Walk in the place, my third eye gets offended

Already knew the vibe isn’t live until my lyrics finish

At open-fucking-mic, you got fucking timer that’s ticking?

Where the prizes? Paid ten bucks, why am I getting shitted?

Fucked up leg that tires after five freaking minutes

First come, first served; signed up, no kinds of incentive

Stand up for three goddamn hours, the life that I’m living

No time for this business; you don’t know my plight to give limits

I got this undying pride but this fake shit reeks

All this wasted piece of paper to slay this beast

Where’s the positivity, you’re fucking lateness creeps-

Me out, you can take this statement to your estate and dream

Your little act could never escalate, thick as you are

You still featherweight, you’ll never spit shit sick as these bars

Yeah I fucked up my performance, crowd looking like hounds

Sniffin for confidence, and I lacked it

On camera, no static

Do what you want with that shit

Still battle whenever you want the verbal battery leaving you battered

You a 90s baby? Here’s a Richard Simmons tape and Thighmaster

Looking like Sonic’s cousin Knuckles, with the height of a linebacker

Hook Outro:

Hoe, please don’t violate, eh!

Cuz I might just annihilate, eh!

So let’s get it understood

I set straight if you coming sideways, eh!

Sound out!

Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood)

No we don’t play, no no

Cause I’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh

I’m making it sound out

Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood)

No we don’t play, no no

Cause I’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh

Yeh people get down down (So let’s get it understood)

No we don’t play, no no

Cause I’m around now, you hear the pow pows, yeh

I’m making it sound out!