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Текст песни «Boxcutta Bladerunna» от Canibus

Представляем точный текст композиции "Boxcutta Bladerunna" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Canibus . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Boxcutta Bladerunna» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Canibus передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Canibus - "Boxcutta Bladerunna"

Lyrics to Boxcutta Bladerunna : [18 second car chase intro to start] [Canibus] Record industrys most wanted, Rip the Jacker Wanted for the 98 slayings of several rappers One of which went on to be a successful actor Heres the reenactment, he called me at my mansion But the phone probably rang two times, then I answered He sounded really amped up, he tried to scare me He told me that Def Jam wanted to ban me And told me Tracy Wabels{'} wanted to bang me Damn I wanted to get in her panties, she was scared of me Canibus hates the media and the magazines They add so much credibility to elaborate schemes Internet chatrooms with live feeds of a rapper Bein eaten alive by live bees Sound barriers like the Lockheed, even with knock knees I run across rough terrain at mach speed Thats a rhyme from like 9-3, its vivid in the mind as pictures with six hundred DPIs to a sheet If Im high when I speak, the knowledge is deep, solid as concrete This is real hip-hop for the streets I never leave any witnesses, its ridiculous They serve me court papers at the studio I did this in Missin from society, because they lied to me They didnt want to accept my doctrine of society Ive studied with hundreds of scientists and science teams In various Ivy Leagues, they respect my esteem Whattayou want me to rap about' Go head, try a theme Give me a person place or thing, Ill create the time and scene Somewhere in Afghanistan, U.S.A. survival teams Keep an eye on their surroundings in the jihad regime A total riot scene, back and forth they encrypt fiber optic beams on my album out next spring You motherfuckin right nigga, Im about that cream I promised myself I wouldnt shoot it without that scene It doesnt look right like Cash Money without that bling Siblings, I mean we all got the same last name Jermaine, Williams, thats my name Say it again, Jermaine Williams, dang! I think he goes by the name of the Canibus man And occasionally Rip the Jacker, but never Stan Get it through your head and dont ask me again Box cutta, bladerunna, nigga rap til you sweat Have you ever read a book called "The Catcher in the Rye" It so happens Im lookin for a copy I can buy Canibus is comin for yall round the outside Round the outside, round the outside A lot of yall shine, but yall cant rhyme And its about time that I put yall in line Twist your mind, with twisted rhymes As weird as Michael Jacksons nose from the side Flows that abide are quite bold for the times No need to hide, your friends are associates of mine Dont be a stranger, come over some time I got coke if you do lines, you get a robe at the drive If you hear the engine knockin just pull over to the side I guess it hasnt been serviced in all this time Halloween, "True Hollywood Stories" release date We should have a "Who Wants to Battle Canibus" sweepstakes And limit it to three states, New York City, home of the greats Philly and out West, piece of cake Old school rappers I wouldnt be around without aint got shit to say but keep puttin albums out Dont let what I said, get you upset Box cutta, bladerunna, nigga rap til you sweat [ Boxcutta Bladerunna Lyrics ]

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