Текст песни The Centenary (Toumi) с переводом

Fire breathing hell raising heathen

The demon butcher’s cut from the belly of the behemoth

It’s all cold and fly until we’re in the Winter season, bitch, the fuck you

think’s an arctic falcon to a desert eagle?

It’s evil

The type of shit that ain’t allowed a sequel

If you see me spittin' fire then you know i brought the diesel

Think you’re something special but your matter’s only faecal fool

You’re leaning on a pad and sitting next to you’s an easel

You need more colour in your lines

Bro might start slipping if he thinks I’m scared of him

Man wanna battle me? I’mma take care of him

Crept on, Conan’d like the barbarian

I ain’t a prince man I made some mischief

With Will that got me in brown like Harry

I’ll light up your life like the match of the day 'fore I chip up to linacre

road and eat gary

What?

You think coz I nearly died like 5 times that I’d knock that shit on the head?

Bitch talk, that lad and I’m no wimp fam

I ain’t even going to quit AFTER I’m dead

Real big spliff when I blaze in my grave

Six deep, all pale and bony as fuck

Trippin balls with my Jaw half way across the cemetery goin hella white on the

pills I just took

That’s life. And I’m west. I bang loads of drugs but not ket

I know for a fact I rap well

But I won’t

Say I’m the best 'til I’m best

Too many rappers say too many rappers til Toumi comes through with a tune,

and gets hype

Imagine the shame of your fanbase sayin that you spit much worse than a guy

that’s not signed

My god (OH LAAAWWWDD)

What’s that (THOSE BARS)

Those lines (KILL BEATS)

That rap (GO HARD)

I’ll probably never play golf coz I go over the top with my pars

People believe you should keep it real but you don’t wanna know of my past

Guarentee that’d make you sick to your stomach and you’d take your headphones

off

So for now, I’mma stick to the easy listenin

Freestyle bars from the seat I’m sittin' in

Spend my time on a beat just killin' it

Smile wide bout the «peace» I’m livin' in

Because when I take my tongue from my cheek

The vibe of my life goes from peak to peak

And when I think of the guys that can’t Rap

Mumblin into a microphone to get cash

And I see the people ratin them man as a class act

Fam I ain’t gonna lie but I start to get mad

So I need to calm it all down, give me a second just to catch my breath

Perfect time to slip a pill in his drink

Take him outside and curb stomp his head

Toumi, you alright there man, you were in a world of your own?

Believe me, you don’t wanna know, that crazy world I call home

And the lord of the land still wanna make me homeless and stress me out half to

death

Once again I’m getting letters from his goons for nothing but daring to try and

draw breath

I feel my cool is slipping

Just tryna maintain my health

So fuck the easy listening

There’s shit to get off my chest

Whatcha know bout bein' the only coloured youth in all of your hood?

Watcha know about catchin beatings from people that don’t like the way you look?

Watcha know bout hittin the gym at 14 like «fuck this, enough’s enough»

Watcha know bout walking past, your old bullies quickly shut the fuck up

Whatchoo know bout mental health like

Anxiety and depression are cute but having to live as psychotic and

scizophrenic’s a tune you don’t want to vibe to

Or want to live your life to

A tune you can’t exactly rest your head and close your eyes to

A tune that the voices inside’ll battle for your mind and a tune that you won’t

want to go on-

Line to voice your pride to

Ridiculous the we way we sickness as something less than afflicting and

something cool to be bragged about to our friends

Don’t cite your mental health as an excuse like it’ll wash with me,

I’ll help you out but only if you help yourself as well

Well, well well, well I told you the bars got deeper, that was Monday,

grab some wellies 'fore you step into the well

You ain’t ready for the magma, massive Magmums. Straps and Johnny’s,

Lollies always got one on me

Case I need to buss or buss or get thirsty

Got me these worms by waking up early

Still here? Ain’t bored to death yet? Halfway through and you ain’t bored to

death yet. I wonder how many more bars I’ll have to pen before peers and

friends consider me a vet' yeah

I’ll do that

Shatter the fourth wall

Poke my head through and

Bang out my tunes

Like a 2 way mirror, I’m letting you all in

So It’s only polite to smile and then wink

Back to Rap, you ain’t ALL the spirit of Pac so how about getting a personality

of your own

5 MCs at the top of my head who think they’re king

But if my time in this city’s tought me one thing, it’s that we DON’T snitch,

I throw shade, and wait for the bait to be taken, no need to drop names I only

spit flames so stay in your lane or fall straight from grace

I’ll switch place with a «Top Tier» MC quicker than the MC could attempt to

save face

So keep to creepin, preein, keeping tabs and waiting for the day that I slip up

It ain’t gonna come, run

Fuck out my sight

How you scared of hell when it’s earth that’s alight?

Burned and it’s like

Cursed after night

Learned how to spite

Murder and vice

I promise for every single second I’m in the game that you could never ever say

I’m the worst on the mic/

Why chat shit? You know, I’m far from it

By chance if you start to go plotting

My man’s whip might bypass pigs

Might find out why you hit the car bonnet (4:07)

Back to life/

Motherfucking ressurection and there’s plenty of vitality in this vessel of mine

I’ve been writing this for nearly a year and times change so it’s time to make

ammendments to a few earlier lines like

What?

I’ve got a kid on the way so since I’ve gone and made someone preg

Everything considered I don’t plan on getting withered but I’ve gone and

knocked all that on the head

Fuck that shit, can’t blaze every day

Shit’s weak, won’t fail my daughter or son

Can’t stumble any more, stepping up and I’m forever ready even when I had to

face the kid’s mum I

Got a full time job, was ready to get together for the sake of the baby,

I helped when she stressed

Trying my best to keep our heads level, be present but appaz I’m «only in it for the sex»

Enough’s enough now I’mma have to bite my tongue for her or end up mental again

or even a black widower

Back to back on every one of these tracks

I’ve spat flames and facts, still I’m accused of being fake but

If I rapped in me accent twenty four seven, not a fucker would understand a

single word that I say

I got lyrics for days, weeks, months, years, enough to last me til the day I

die and and after that

I call this rap The Centenary coz there’s a hundred bars worth of verse packed

into the one track

No hook, no chorus, interlude, filler, skit or anything that could make this

less than what it is;

A testament to dedication, blood sweat tears and all the evidence you need that

I’m never scared to commit

A letter to you from Toumi, I’ve found my passion, it’s rapping,

still got news for anyone who’s convinced they could hack a send…

That’s all my shit out the way, still here but here’s where this ends,

I’ll catch you all later, peace out, I’m off to buy a new pen