Представляем точный текст композиции "Escape To 88" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cage . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Escape To 88» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cage передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cage - "Escape To 88"
Lyrics to Escape To 88 : [Scratches] [Verse 1] Welcome to a piece of brain tissue, my brains lungs Filled with octane like liquid it came from Some silly, said her tits sellin illy Really' By the jar' Pump the car full of grey jelly Called her Ronda, after I shit on the dash Cause I cant stand hooked up on dust The three manuveur so swiftly in and out of looters Through checkpoints with juice in stashed coolers 2002, my albums played through ID on the window like its fucking Beirut Too bad no planes flew into MTV Ill never get a platinum plaque for MP3 Being blackballed by a white MC - Pause I guess that faggot found the right MD And Im twisted but not like faggots that suck fame This clown is saying Im sicker with metal than mudvayne I train my following like a bitch modelin H is like a God and it wont stop hollerin Fuck needing a TV to be a rockstar Punch a hole through Mark Wahlbergs chest and dent a copcar Put my brain in it, I wouldnt last a minute Scribble some shit in 30, Im love like gimmicks Sluts, cynics, ducks with dipped spinnage Fuckin you up in the front rows good for image [Scratches] [Verse 2] I gotta walk on, half feet in Harlem for a gorilla That lost his family and want revenge on his killer Clapped the poacher, fled the stomach of rap through and ulcer Covered in blood, eating with vultures Off the chain and got a hook in his backskull to my feet Breastfeeding, moms was cooking up crack Drop me in a pot, cop in the spot, pistols gleaming in the sun Look son - Im fistal fiendin Nine to script with leading any malicious beatings Specially if feeled if the couples bitch is breedin Six is reading, bitterly gritty Caught a GTA charge before Liberty City Too bad no brains blew out no heads plenty Ill prolly die after I Blow like Ted Demme Theres no conspiracy, your bitch is a forced fit In the telly yelling "Behold the pale horse dick" Fuck the Taliban, Im back to Ballys, and Keep your little faggot brother off her Sally, man I can explain this "do not cross this line" in my brain Feds in the crib, but theyre not finding the cane Cause time in the game, New York is trife My boy T on the lamb like a fork and knife The corporate life, too fond of the blonde talker So I grew a beard and switched sides like John Walker [ Escape To 88 Lyrics ]
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