Текст песни The Godz Must Be Crazy (Demigodz) с переводом

Straight out the red depths of Hell bringin' the plagues and diseases

I walk on water with my own two feet nigga, FUCK JESUS!

Celph Titled’s a God with many followers

Who’s sick enough to choke a pitbull with his own dog collar

I rep the NYC, fuck bitches and sip Remy

Pack more toast than Denny’s and conduct symphonies

You fuckin' with me, you won’t live to see tomorrow, faggot!

I keep it gangsta, storin' bodies in a dusty attic

You can’t talk 'cause of the duct tape, you fuck face

The Demigodz from Chrome Depot blazin' with .38's

My clique is famous for the way we spit and rock flows

Leave the spot blown and send bitch-niggas to casa carajo

Beware! Emcees out there, drop ya mics

Your talkin' might result in the loss of life

And also might, known to crush blocks of ice

The spot it bright, 'til the point you lost ya sight

Cause I’m startin fights, like that bully in class

Sayin, «When the bell rings bitch, I’m kickin your ass!!»

I spit at stage shows where herbs and weirdos

Screamin «Oh No» like Nate, Mos Def, and Pharoahe

It’s a rare flow, put your cameras on zoom

Cause it’s tight like all the Klumps crammed in a small room

Fudge is the shit, been busy puttin' cups to my lips

Gettin' it outta me, gave the weed a couple of hits

Mary Jane lately, grew some succulent tits

But everybody’s hittin' it, ended up dumpin that bitch

Mastered the art of reverse physiology

Gimme a minute with a chick and she’ll exchange a suck for a lick

Broke nigga — give bartenders a buck for a tip

Take a sip and give it back say, «spruce it up a tidbit»

Who in the fuck?! Rappers hidin' under they trucks

Jumpin' through windows, actin like lightning just struck

Holdin' the do', cuttin' they 'fros, wearin disguises

Exercising, puttin' on weight, increasing sizes

Packin' they tools and rollin' in schools learnin' dialects

Ebonics, that ain’t workin' no more, we need some bias shit

Yaggfu, Demigodz alliance

We colossal like Paul Bunyan and Jolly Green Giant

Yo, I’m that fly gringo that chicks love to deep throat

With tracks so hot, you’ll pass out from heat strokes

I beat foes on both, west and east, coasts

The freak hoes are rhymin' on Luke’s Peep Show

I’ll crush ya ego, embarrass you in ya home town

So forget the fame, you won’t wanna be known now

I throw down with you half-ass rappers

And stuff your garbage rhymes inside trash compactors

I’m a Demigod, what’d you expect?

From a man

Who met Mother Nature, looked under her dress and wasn’t impressed

The same stupid son of a bitch who doesn’t respect

The Angel of Death’s request when he comes to collect

Run in and eject my cassette — it’s a slight chance

You might see, demons escaping from in the deck, and now they like…

«Sweet Jesus, please see us through this

I ain’t tryna die over a beef with Lewis!»

But when I increase the rudeness of my evil music

It leaves the stupid, people skewered and leaks ya fluids

Into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it

Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead me to it

My microphone of omens dismantles opponents components

In moments leaving you and your cipher with my condolence

When I’m heated to max, you’ll be sufferin' from repeated attacks

Defeated you cats with fatter tracks, faggots collapse

When they be hearin' collabs over the wax

Like subway rats we walk on underground tracks

I’ve come to an overstandin' that you lack in what I’m excellin' in

Professional at propellin' adrenaline

In fact, Open Mic attacks in stereo sound

Pull out my dick and I’ll piss all on your burial ground

You better not clown or ever try to fuck with my committee

Cause the Demigodz are comin' like a storm to your city

Yo we could go to war right now, go call ya brethren

Man the fight’s on, I’ll see you in Hell — from Heaven

Reppin everything I write tight, said it for a long time

I’m great in my eyes, I’m a legend in my own mind

Applause after your set? That wasn’t respect

The crowd ain’t happy you wreck, they happy you left

They mad upset, pissed that they came for you rhymin

They barely survived your set, families huggin and cryin

Don’t come back, the rap competition’s gettin hurt up

Beat within an inch of ya life, and then an inch further

Been heard of, this crew takin over this art

Ahead of you in skill, flow, and popularity charts

Mo'; known to flip plus the skill be sick

The type of cat that show his dick before he spit

I’ll rush ya crew, but nigga fuck the rules

With trust ya lose, anything I touch I bruise

Now with Demigodz, I battle with any squad

I spit plenty bars, plus ball like Penny Har'

So if you thinkin of stick this man for the dividends

Catch a quick two bullet blaze in ya abdomen

Yo, lemme show these cats what rockin a mic’s about

I’ll put ya life in doubt like the biker scout, wipin' out

You’re a bitch, the reason why your strikin out’s

Cause, girls who get with you think they’re dykin out

You backpackers home typin out, a verse for ya title bout

While I’m in a Lambroghini with James Gandolfini

Rappers try to be me but they can’t get my look down

My Bumpy Knuckles leave this industry shook down

When I rhyme, I’m so ahead of my time

That if we battled at 10, get there by 20 at 9

I’m as heavy as Spawn, Esoteric savage B

I’ll spit bars at rappers like a chocolate factory

Yo whatchu known for? Killin rappers off like a famine

The Last Standing, like Bruce Lee’s daughter Shannon

It took some time plannin but I’m finally here

Just droppin knowledge on ya brain, and puttin flavor in ya ear

At the start of my career, people said they wasn’t feelin me

But now everybody think’s I’m Keith Murray’s 'Mini-Me'

A critically acclaimed harsh heartbreaker

Got into a slug fest and broke out the salt shaker

Can’t you see my mental is creating verbal force fields?

Elevating spiritual, my physical is more real

Reality is 99% perception mostly

Mag-NIFICENT, my MISSILES SENT

Heat-seeking bombs DETONATING, I’m invading-VADING

Space-space station, face me, A-P A-T H-E-T-I-C (I-C)

Now that the light has come to meeee!

I’mmmmm, the tornado, natural disaster, lacerating rappers

Known as Apathetic magnetic power attracting masses

Masked with gastric acids, turning ya flesh to ashes

2002 Demigodz’ll crush you wack asses!