Текст песни Terrorstorm (Celph Titled) с переводом

Listen I could never take an L

Same energy that created Heaven created Hell

Keep your motherfuckin' mouth shut and just wait for bail

That’s the first law of the street, you never snake and tell

Big guns, big beards, bunch of Chewbaccas

Walk up in the Tourneau and cop a few watches

So much dro in high school I needed two lockers

My Enemy Mine, my enemy Lou Gossett’s

I ain’t tryin' to listen to y’all, 'cause you garbage

Viktor Vasnetsov, higher when he flew carpets

Everybody make money, only few profit

Still the same Vinnie, I just got a new logic

I ain’t here to cut the cake (stupid), the fuck you think the knife is for?

Criminal psychologists ain’t never seen my type before

Celph Titled, motherfuckin' manager of manslaughter

I’m a mobster, shoot you if you move your hands awkward

If I’m runnin' it’s from the po-lice, If I’m gunnin'

It’s at your dome piece, extended barrel that’s fo' feet (pow)

The steel mag’ll fold ya (for sho)

I think of Steel Magnolias when I see your soldiers (that's them?)

So come to the fork in the road and get a fork in your throat (aw)

No father to my style, I am the orphan of flows

Yes bitch, you can get on my guest list (uh huh)

Just know I keep a biscuit in a bag like a MAC-Donald's breakfast

You ain’t truly hard, I pulled your car on the boulevard

Rob you for your jewelry in front of your groupie squad

'Cause I’m a full retard, I slap you silly

Tappin' jelly out your capillary, might merc you like Makaveli

Your armor’s torn, at your worst you’re an accomplice

A sidekick, You ride dicks, you’re like an armrest

You’ll get elbowed, kick your shit in with my Shell Toes

Shut the fuck up, yeah I’m stuck up like Velcro

You want a free hook? Hell no! You’re a pussy cat

I got a douche for that, peel your wig off and push it back

Your god flesh will hang off your skeleton when the missiles rang

Let’s make it official gang, let the pistols bang

If anybody got a problem with me we just (fight)

Step up to the Gods and you’ll see we just (fight)

I suggest you best to take it easy

This is A.O.T.P. and I’ll make you believe we just (fight)

If anybody got a problem with me we just (fight)

Step up to the God degree and we will (fight)

I suggest you check my reputation

This is dedication or the devils may come and we will (fight)

«Never take your eyes off your opponent.»

'Cause if you do you are obsolete

The .9 you see will make niggas jump like Dominique

You need to stop rappin' when I’m tryna sleep

Never trust a fat dude who say he just tryna eat

And that kind is me, I smoke that with kind of weed

You see it say Sensi Star under the ganja leaf

The flow sweeter than grape jam

But still I smack you in your motherfuckin’s head like Captain Caveman

And the church say «Amen»

I don’t know you niggas, your name to me is «Hey, man…»

The righteous at war with Shaitan

So in one hand is my son the other 28 grams

E.S. the high priest comin' takin' them heads

Rappers poppin' shit on Twitter without takin' their meds

I see 'em layin' in bed, I can picture it now

They thumbin' through their phone lookin' for original style

Get off your ass, Rap Cialis, I spaz and cats get devoured

So call the doctor if it’s lastin' more than four hours

Open the cell, y’all focused as hell

I spit acid like the flower on the Joker’s lapel

I Stand Alone, Complex like the Ghost in the Shell

You suffer from a concussion like players post-NFL

So guard your grill, no trigger tracks, take bigger steps

I straight body tracks like a stick figure sketch

Fuck you similes and metaphors, I’m just tryna settle war

I can only self destruct, I am like the Predator

Personal vendettas now, I am out to settle scores

You don’t wanna get involved, you can’t walk, run, or crawl

It don’t rain it heavy pour, soon as the Henny pour

I don’t need grimy bitches, hoodrats or Fendi whores

Nope, I had to step back but I remain sharp though

How you gonna build walls around Cain Marko

Love this rap shit fully but it pays partial

Got tunnel vision for the money so it strains carpals

Andre Dawson with the hawk, let the spray spark you

When these sharks taste blood we never lay off you

One inch punch, hits hard as shotgun pumps

Knock kids out they Reebok Pumps, fuckin' punks

Walk the plank--- kerplunk, suckers sunk, get slumped

Like drunk drivin' and crashin' in tree trunks

Backstage, rap groupie sluts schemin' on blunts

Bunch of bum ass bitches in some beat up Dunks

Roll that weed up cunt, tell her we’ll meet up front

She kinda frumpy but she still could get her D-cups humped

Every beat that we bump, means somebody got jumped

Beaten up, tied his hands to his feet to bleed in the trunk

I don’t understand the reason kids are feelin' these chumps

I’m kinda stumped… uh duuhhhh, I can’t even front

I lose a brain cell every time the 808 thump

That shit stunk, shrunk heads like a voodoo monk

A wild monkey in a cage throwin' doodoo chunks

I lunge straight for the throat, blood and guts for lunch

If anybody got a problem with me we just (fight)

Step up to the Gods and you’ll see we just (fight)

I suggest you best to take it easy

This is A.O.T.P. and I’ll make you believe we just (fight)

If anybody got a problem with me we just (fight)

Step up to the God degree and we will (fight)

I suggest you check my reputation

This is dedication or the devils may come and we will (fight)