Текст песни We're Famous (feat. El-P) (Aesop Rock) с переводом

I brought that genuine shit in '96

Before you knew the underground or independent existed

I watched the whole scene straight jump on the dick

After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit

No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging

Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering

A hardcore poetic informed without burglary

Potent and shook the shit out of rappers who just learned of me

Everytime I prescribe a new pill, revolution

Quickly defined the standard for indie rap distribution

Arrogant unafraid shit developed riding a train thinking of brain fucks

«Bad Touch Example» that soon became bucks

Had everybody sprung wondering where I came from

Screaming out «Independent as fuck» with an insane tongue

With an indelible squad of design monsters

Innovating the styles that made biters look like imposters

So we scripted an album and signed to Rawkus

Selling a hundred thousand without a radio chart hit

Preposterous sonics taking the world hostage

Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress

Now I’ve come from the '80s juvenile Brooklyn

Where cats was like: «Gimme that subway pass, kid. Good lookin.»

Now someone else is taking a ride with what’s mine

So I had to develop styles with a death device cooked in

So when I battled in basements I had eight sentences

Waiting way before the four you had laced in

And I was taught to wait patient (Why?)

Only faggots make shit up just to get famous

So when I finally blew up I remained sick

Earning respect in ghettos and 'burbs for word placement

Back when the independent scene remained faceless

We were the only crew who promised your ass we’d take it

Mold it, shape it, living outside the matrix

Hold it, make it, more than miniature major labels

Hold it sacred, living it for the culture

Told ya plainly, protected it from the vultures

That’s why I always get respect from true soldiers

While half of the critics claim it every year: «Hip hop’s over.»

FUCK YOU, hip hop just started

It’s funny how the most nostalgic cats are the ones who were never part of it

But true veterans’ll give dap to those who started it

Then humbly move the fuck on and come with that new retarded shit

New slang, new thought, new sound

Who’s heart you thought you had?

You clown, you don’t, you drown

I won’t dumb it down, I’m dumbing now for these rounds

I’m a live mothefucker plus I’m gunning for clowns

You’re a mime motherfucker, don’t be coming for pounds

So you can break out of that invisible box, you’re not down

My favorite ones are the ones who started that young rap about

Comic books, spaceships, and Obi-Quan one

And even though they were soft they had fun

But they couldn’t break out the frame of the town they came from

Some of these faggots used to send me their demos

I’m keeping their puppy styles in the Company Flow kennels

But since they had no identity from the start

They started to resent the scene when they couldn’t become a part

They’ve been failing for years and call themselves Vets, that’s bold

Motherfucker, you’re not a Vet you’re just old

I’ll slap the shit out of you to continue my nerd rap

Making this money fist over fist, fuck what you heard

Jukie cats talk about boom bap and golden ages

Patting themselves on the back for making that new outdated shit

I’ve been putting out vinyl since '93 and never looked back once

And ya’ll trying to chase me

You don’t innovate because you can’t innovate

It’s not a choice despite what you might tell your boys

Keep your identity crisis under the table

I always knew who I was and I’ll always be more famous

Check it

For the best in the vendor biz

1−800-Lazerface

Leave the last «C.E.» off for Craps and buy them Haterade

Dig it, daddy dug his own tunnel under the gutters where the numbers bleed

Hunters froze up and exposed Rapunzel weeds

Tugboat, tug up through that brutal dirt first

The fuedals fuming oodles, it was right under your poodle skirt

Welcome to Bazooka Works, halogen halo eyesore

The revolution will not be apologized for

Warbucks exlex megaphone on the fashion piggy pageant

While my dick’s raw-dogging a style magnet

Fraggle rock your four figure watch

I clock ninety-nine cent wristbands

And still know the time when you record flops

Now this is on a sick with it factor

Exhibit A. E. S., Genesis of the klepto reactor

Wanna burgle the buzz over definitive cash

After a life of labor camps starts paying innovaters back

Baby, you ain’t felt the collective? (Coooool)

Stop running bases with little bears under the wing of punchdrunk Buttermakers

That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit

Bantam weight puppies ain’t rabid enough to snatch him

Pockmark ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point

Come soak in it, résumé sturdy composer soldier bliss

Wrong name by a molar can often expose your phobias

Watch a cobra grow hands to hold his own tongue when he notices

All city legity critter, bark with me

All filthy documents, cats piss on their kittie litter moccasins

Welcome to mi casa, Monsters Inc, dropping bangers out the rocket ships

Your own private apocalypse

Honor it

For fuck’s sake

Original

Wild fly

You wanna read the nile?

I twitch easy reader

Father it

I will, dog

Original

Wide open with banged out cutlery from a slang mouth teacher

And money is an ugly god we all fall for

I got land mammal, cannibal, natural evolving squackbox

That means when I wake up and decide to comprise the new shit

It’s not some watered down version of what my favorite crews did

Puff the magic komodo bitch

Rappers stuffed kimonos and shark fame at a perfect working unit

Look, I’m done

B-boy, feed that to the needy

Shut your liquor hole, fuck you in 3D

Easy