Текст песни World War IV (Chi) с переводом

Boy just arrived, open up the curtains

Bout to spit fire, gonna leave this place burnin'

Better watch out, spit poison like a serpent

Better back up, before I make you my servent

You never expected me to rap, yeah I know it’s scary

Cause I’m a dark horse, call me Katy Perry

Put the rap game to rest in the cemetary

Flow so smooth you would think it’s hereditary

Trynna stay focused on the vision

While I’m here, let me give you some free tuition

Keep your mind on the motherfucking mission, that’s just a given

Blow your head off, like a terrible circumcision

I know, that was a dope rhyme

You felt this shit up and down yo' spine

Left ya' speechless boy, just like a mime

But that was it, it’s the end of my time

Oh no, there they go

Cryin' on the bleachers, now everybody know

Daddy said «Son why you feelin' so low?»

I said «Yo, them boys started World War IV», whoa

World War IV, whoa

World War IV, whoa

What happened to the one before tho?

Fuck it, we don’t know

Ah ah

Walk through the valley, to the devils throne

Seein' my ex bitch callin' up my phone

Got no dogs, bitch, I am alone

Me and my bands like a dog and his bone

Got your girl on her knees, and she bout to blow

Don’t go too fast baby, take it slow

If your man call you home, say «No, no, n- no»

Archit in the cut, so let’s go

I’m off with this shit, and got with a bitch

These hoes around ain’t bring me down

Stay minimal, biblical, loyal, lyrical

This shit is classified, way too organized

Come at me, and get electrified

Leave a bitch petrified, hypnotized and paralyzed

People sayin' I’ve changed, but it’s the lifestyle

This some cheap packagin', they some fake rappers

Coppin' these clips (Yeah)

Poppin' these mags (Yeah)

Droppin' these fags

In nothin' but body bag (Yeah) (Uh)

I’m still goin' off on the beat (Fuck, yeah)

Like I run the streets (Aye)

Somebody take over this shit

Big Shaq gettin' hot, there be too much heat

(Aye) (Aye) (Aye) (Ya) (Aye) (Uh) (Yea)

Money P please

And thank you

Imma hafta Anne Frank you for actin' up

The shank too, redemption ain’t enough

That’s red dead, I spread lead

Even the feds fled

Yuh, huh, even the fed exit

Shippin' packs cross the country I just FedEx it

Sweatin' buckets until that bitch delivered

Push that around the map

And these rappers is my children

Seen these stacks?

Come to work wit' a few million

They like how you rap I say everything my style

Thinkin' that’s vague bitch I say that’s versatile

World War IV haven’t dropped some bombs in a while

My flow vile, and the verse hostile

(Straight up)

Trench warfare, why they all gassed up

Hollow shells, and cost wrapped up

Get your skull bashed up for thinkin that you passed us

Aright fuck it that’s enough

Oh no, there they go

Cryin' on the bleachers, now everybody know

Daddy said «Son why you feelin' so low?»

I said «Yo, them boys started World War IV», whoa

World War IV, whoa

World War IV, whoa

What happened to the one before tho?

Fuck it, we don’t know

Fifteen I️ ain’t give a fuck about a movement (I didn’t)

Almost eighteen I’m about to put that in music (I am)

Bout to buy a crib, ain’t catch a dub since I️ moved in

When I️ let my hair down, that’s when I️ cut off all the loose ends (Cut, cut,

cut)

Like a barber, I️ have these rappers lined up

You on something if you think your corny raps define us (Man)

Plus you’re whack minus, the mindless shit you put out

Hunnid rack for a new chain, homie you could’ve bought a new house (That's true)

Figured it was something obvious that you knew bout (Whoa)

Lookin at Rollie’s, homie, but you ain’t watch your time go (Real)

Even if my shit flop tomorrow, I️ ain’t mind though (I don’t)

Got so many investments, bruh, just watching mine grow (Getting bigger)

Days ahead of y’all like I’m fuckin' switching time zones

Sometimes I️ put this shit in my car and let it ride slow (Slow)

And Money P made the beat too sick (Madd)

Ain’t no cure for the illness, homie we move quick

I️ only see the real, that’s why you a see through bitch (Where you at?)

We do shit y’all could never do

Y’all stay fake (That's sure)

We forever true

And just how it do (Woo)

Yeah

You thought it was over? Ha

Only talk to bosses, not the second in command

Niggas talkin' shit like they don’t know that I’m the man

First class, private jet, see you in Milan

Sophisticated ignorance, you know what I’m sayin'

Innocence and ignorance, Nothing Was The Same

I just want the money, y’all can have the fuckin' fame

Even in the house, I’m wearin' all my chains

Watch the Throne, the king is here, my mind ain’t nothin' change

I’m the business man, yeah I’m the fuckin' the profit

God told me calm down told me gotta stop it

But I ain’t listen and bought a new chopper

My dogs on the loose, too late to fuckin' stop em'

Or can you record it your phone?

Yo, will- will a verse from him on his phone recording work?

Wait, yo, how are you guys in sync?

What

(Y'all got my interview is that not-)

Wait

What are you ta-

What?

It’s the mic

Oh, its the mic, its the mic

So I can-

What?

Oh shit

Nah we jus-

So that’s how the rappers do it

Yeah

Yea

You want me to turn it off or

WORD

Wor-

Aright, here we go

Ight, ah

You thought it was over? Ha

Cat in the hat

Mat in the fat

Nigga what?!

K, yo yo, g- get the fuck outta here bro, get the fu- go leave