Текст песни Wordz Of Wizdom (3rd Bass) с переводом

«And so, my fellow Americans

Ask not. what your country can do for you

Ask what you can do for your country»

President John F. Kennedy

«And now, back to New York»

Heart as, hard as, Chinese arithmetic

Avante garder, not a heretic

Figure out a right rhyme, stick it in my cranium

Pete Nice, elemental like uranium

Throwin joints, blowin like a cool breeze

Swimmin in, I lift on juice, I wax MC’s

These hoes go frontin on my Jimmy

I smack em on the back, sit em down, say

«Gimme some rhythm» (Rhythm!) Baby loosen up my collar

I’ll lay you out, like a funeral parlor

Ready willin, fillin, killin for a Billin, Top

I never stop, with Serch and Sam drillin it

Soul in the Hole, MC’s workin

Kickin it, vickin, the suckers who be jerkin

Me and my posse are hardcore, you want some more

Reason that I’m squeezin your girl (You never please her!)

So I pleased, then I threw her in the gutter

Cut her off, my wisdom wiser so I muster

Rows of all opposed, lows conquer all

Those who pose as dope I say nope, I wear def clothes

Dapper like Dan from, three the hard one

Never stigmatize as a rapper or I’ll slap ya

You’re stung from my tongue as you run from the drum

(Diggy drum) Three the hard way, wordz of wizdom

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome

You’re toe ingrown low showin you ain’t got nobody home

Prone to the microphone, light up, and take out

Make out your will Bill, three is gonna break out

The stylee, me and P-E-T-E

Embark on a mission that’s deadly, break out the ammo

Ay, yo, Sammo, hook up the beat

And I’ll lay the plan OH man

You just got taken, I took a head out

Attack on the back of the six of the Guinness Stout

Usin abusin, those of the past tense

Funning gunning, but I’m summing up the nonsense

Three, the hard way, cards laid are OK

Gettin up and settin up, just for a payday

The minister, sinister (I ain’t no devil!)

Not a snake slithering scoundrel Sam level

This track to SMACK, the smile off a doubter

The brother’s, another MC who’s about

Frontin like he’s buntin, deceivin the delinquent

Rappers on track, bustin out a medium

For those opposed, who manifest a diss

Pete tell em: «Manifest THIS!»

Not righteous, but might just, make you wanna listen

Yo I’m Elvis with the wordz of wizdom

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

A ludicrous buddhist, Brutus when I do this

So true to this, perpetrators view this

Style, empirical, lyrical, it’s critical

Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention

I’m like a surgeon in my left hand

Hold a microphone like a scalpel so you understand

Wordz of wisdom, woven like a spider

Bitch on my tip, I get busy and I ride her

Uptown, then I drown her like a psycho-pathic

Cause I’m graphic on the mic I never let go

Light skinner eat dinner like a soul man

Prove with the rhyme I’m down, Sam’s hands

Transform strong (too strong) as a good pitch

Switch up the wizdom, it’s a word which

Kicks out the Benzi in a frenzy it sends me

Up the Bronx River back to Brooklyn apprehends me

Like a d-tech bustin my man in the projects

I’ll send you up North, I ain’t gettin' respect

Prejudicial, your style artificial

As live as limb that’s attached to a cripple

It’s simple (so simple) eliminate you like Gotti

I chill in Bed-Stuy and drive a Mazzeratti

With the body of a freak on my side, how am I livin?

(How ya livin?) Larger than large, with the wordz of wizdom

Hyper-selective, Serch is attracting

Females who focus on the future, not slacking

Rhythmic it’s too quick, feel it, I let it flow

Sam Sever seas’ll submerge, so let it go

Throughout, or put out, lyrics like a d-valve

Speak up, a deeper meaning as I leak out

And seek out, a three the hard way endeavor

Pete Nice, Serch, produced by Sam Sever

Livin in my shoes boy, this is not Shoe Town

A showdown for Motown, it’s a new sound

Lyrics that lick, the tick off a timepiece

Foamin at the mouth punk, you need a leash

What are you sick? I’m a slick stupid scientist

Rhymin that you can’t comprehend (but you’re buyin this)

Record I’m wreckin, my homeboys are breakin

Hopin that you’re copin, no slopin, I’m not takin no shorts

Cause I’m playin the high post

Ask any girl in the place, who’s the fly most

Brother with a cover, shootin to my cribbo

The tease wants a please, girl screamin ditto

So I did this, I needed the bed rest

Hangin with the bangin on the strength, there’s no contest

Physically or lyrically, it’s my kingdom

Stingin em and bringin em the wordz of wizdom

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

«This time there was three»

«One two.» «Three the hard way!»

Shammo. hook up the def mix!

Hahahahahahaha…

Ahh, ahhahaha hahahahah tch tch tch

Hahahaha

Ahh ahahahhaha hah

«All but three of the defendants were found guilty»

«All but three of the defendants were found guilty»

Hahahahh ahahhahhah

See-ya! *echoes*

Yo yo… that’s ridiculous. *echoes*