Представляем точный текст композиции "Blaze The Breaks" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cashless Society . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Blaze The Breaks» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cashless Society передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cashless Society - "Blaze The Breaks"
Lyrics to Blaze The Breaks : [Snazz-D] OK! OK! OK! This is Snazz-Dictator, Unreleased Records Yeah! (X-Amount) We bout to put Johannesburg on the map My man Draztik on the beats You wanna test me or you stupid' You must be out of your mind, Snazz-D is the Don Yo, If a picture is worth a thousand words My rhymes look like a photo album Public awareness like a farrakhan, Nelson and Malcom I stress MCees like midlife crisis With more killa lines than cocaine laced with arsenic on my mic devices I catch so many sleepin, I should be called sandman Got your nose runnin and feet smellin like you doing a handstand Im not for underground records like mines leaving in Im constantly higher than your average raver been I get respects like a newsreader If I had 24 hours to live,Id order a million margaritas Im a mordern day wonder, your style is rustic I slice your belly open and release the butterflies in your stomach Ridin beats like a testorossa Blowin his unexpectedly like landmines in Angola Rap are thought I was 12 months before performance I flip tomorrow, I might mess up your hearing organs You couldnt be complex if your ghost-writer was Issac Newton Im shootin for the stars causing confusion Get you wet like a flood victim from a hard night drinking You couldnt bite this with wooden teeth like Abraham Lincoln I move the crowd like a four-hour earthquake X-amount, crank the four track And make the world wake up Jump the boogie when I flex Im bringin the ruckus like 30 or more in a high school for the death [CHORUS x2] Underground Hits we gotta raise the stakes While you cats praise the papes We amaze the the greats,phase the fakes upstage the snakes,get paid get laid Unreleased records Hits we gotta raise the stakes while you cats praise the papes we amaze the greats, phase the fakes Upstage the snakes, get paid get laid [x-Amount] I stay euipped like military money green like night vision Unseen like coumaflage Vietanamese and Vietnam Veteran offspring, abadoned in the jungle Im like Uncle Tom droppin A-Bombs in the Ghetto for the white house like Jessee The next dimension Im on it though my campaign is black noise like Khalid Mohammed I want it, money and power like the world Bank MCees will have us paying tax forever like African debt [Its not faiiiir!!!] I know its interest is 100 percent,collecting every cent Its the capitalist, rocking ice and gold and platinum Yo! I steal,while I distract you with rice and mealie meal [Black Intellect] Niggaz dont understand the plan Open the gates, reload Let the GODZ proceed for mic skills Generation X, but what you sayin though' Listen! Making the money and gold Coz cash rules niggaz got eat divine skills Extort the masses was raised of GOD Degree Hold it down and represent Im not a racist. Why no' When they holding all the aces You and your mans is just a nuisance In my predicaments,Bullet holes lace the windows You waste on hoez You understand my frustration expands from jail-cells to cemetaries With the bag bodies, the good live lives that money hungry We use the mics to kill dummies [CHORUS x2] [Snazz-D] Black like Tom Jones, you wack like Sean Combs I got guns trying to blow my horn like trombones I move on black or white crowd Live shows mic loud The main reason wack MCees hate me so much right now [aaargh waaaw] Im too much like 101 dalmations Shittin in your crib and cleaning it up without an apron If I catch you slipping Ima pull the rudest prank like the unleashing swarm of Killa Bees inside the nudist camp My shit is so dope I get high, while Im taking dumps Come out the back room with a munchies and forget to flush My shits so dope I need to clean my urine samples Stick a bankie up my ass and sell it singing christmas caroles Before I held the mic I used spoons I practiced with your mommas crack pipe till she started howling at full moons Im hot like stolen cars,Bizzare like Golden Arms Snazz the chosen,the most potent Our rhymes are hard my tounges on a strike yall From Capetown to Cairo,my peeps cant await for the vinyl I gate-crash a party Get a 5-Star treatment MCees cant see me like Middle-East Peace agreement From J.H.B. to N.Y.C., heads Im touching Stealin shows like winnin the Sprite Rush Hour opening for Bongo Muffin In backstaged packed for security till 5 A.M. Frisked DJ. Fresh but coz couldnt recognize it [CHORUS x2] [Snazz-D] Big shoutouts to all the MCees out there Big shoutouts to all you DJs Big shoutouts to the B-Boys Big shoutouts to all the graff-Artists Big shoutout to my man Crooked The War Monger Captain my captain [check it out] Big shoutout to Africa, the dark continent,the next level [x-Amount] (yo check it out) yo! peace to Bobbito, Cucumber Slice and Fondle em records, Mr. Len Jean Gray, one Love (no doubt) Sam a/k/a Simpiwe (Sam Boogie out in Baltimore) no doubt (yo! J-Section, Gabz City you know how it is' representing world-wide, B.I., Snazz) [ Blaze The Breaks Lyrics ]
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