Представляем точный текст композиции "I Get Wrecked" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tim Dog . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «I Get Wrecked» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tim Dog передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tim Dog - "I Get Wrecked"
Lyrics to I Get Wrecked : (feat. Krs-One) [Intro:] [KRS One:] Pop pop pop pop! [KRS One:] Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown [in the background] [repeats while Tim Dog is speaking] [Tim Dog:] Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya [KRS One:] Thats right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down Hit em like this, hoooooooo [Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)] Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes) Can I get another one, yes (yes) Do I get wreck and get respect (yes) Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah Well can I get a ho (ho) Can I get another one, ho (ho) Do I get wreck at any show (ho) Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go [Verse One: KRS-One] What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme I dont sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon I cant hear nothin but wreck, do not force me I cant hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that What you see you see, what you hear you hear When you cheer and you cheer, Im every fresh MCs nightmare The instrumental is fundamentally essential When I practice I get sharp like a pencil But the pencils made of oak, so dont provoke Youll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke' Im radical, mathematical if I have static Ill Pick up the mic or automatic either way I wont have it I cover the whole gamit Mic Ill rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot This is a losing battle your like cattle The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle Better yet youre a snake so it rattles Ill dice you up like youre apple, smash you into Snapple Im not, the one you wanna battle that bad Or just give me your ass Ill make a shoulder bag I bring the blade all around By the time Im done youll be $2.99 a pound [Verse Two: Tim Dog] Coming from the butcher shop Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop Till they hit the tip-top now its time to get props Wack MCs I just tax Ill eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax Bitch ass niggaz step aside Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide Toyin non-believers, heres the menace side Shit aside, come inside, youre goin on a murder ride Im energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no Im not a fool Takin you to school, dont be late for school, fool Im suckin your girl while your ass in school Fool, why bother drool, cause Im too cool Im the man with lyrics that jam Kickin MCs in the face like Van Damme Shazam, hot damn, thank you maam Dont eat Spam or no types of ham You thought I fell off' Youre smokin somethin You thought I was soft' You on dope or somethin You must be on a can of dope and dog food You actin real rude, dontcha know Im Tim Dog dude' So go ahead and flex, if you got necks But when I get the mic I get wreck So come on, come on, come on, come on Ill eat that ass thats word is born Rarrrrrgh! [Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)] Can I get a yes (yes) Can I get another one, yes (yes) Do I get wreck and get respect (yes) Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes) Well can I get a ho (ho) Can I get another one, ho (ho) Do I get wreck at any show (ho) Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go [Verse Three: KRS-One] Now dont say nuttin while Im checkin ya Causin hysteria been in more battles than America Rap messanger, comin in quick I pick up the mizick and watch em stagger Rip another verse and watch his body splatter Whether you like me or not dont matter, Kris is not a actor Ill burn your favorite rapper and leave him in stitches Weak bitches, real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes Ferociously, which one of these pussy MCs can go at me So if you wish to play me like a farmer I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer My pyschopathic fantastic pathic puts you in a casket On top of that, you can get your ass kicked Quick, awww shit (undecipherable) And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick And Im the lyrical lunatic, that flips offness with the quickness Yo I get heated like cough menthalyptus now The micraphone I must feel it I must touch it up Kris One and Tim Dogs come to fuck it up Evidentally I bust shots till the glock is empty No safety, pull the trigger tip dont try to chase me Down, chase the sound you must be buggin This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down Boogie Down Boogie Down Produc-tions Jump around be the one is the function Tim Dog, why dont you show em a little somethin [Verse Four: Tim Dog] Baby baby um, maybe maybe um You better run, cause you know I have a gun Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie Take that bullshit rap down the street A skippedy be bop be bop, Scooby Doo That bullshits not me, that bullshit is you I come correct, get much respect Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck Cause Im the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear Im the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear MCs come close but never could get near Cause I just smash, throwin keys through glass Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash So take your ass home, write a poem And when you get nice, use the god damn phone Cause I get buckwild, do some ole freestyle And beat ya down with the turnstile Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie Me mi mo moggie, doggie Rappers goin platinum doin this bullshit I do the same shit, and make a big hit Cause if you dont like my lyrical flow I gotta make dough, dontcha know, ya little ho- Mo- sexual I bet you will Be on the dick if it turns into a hit But that type of shit is jumpin the fuck off So I do the same, now Im comin off So dont get upset if you cant get lyrical respect Dont get mad, get wreck [Closing: Tim Dog] Yeahhh, this track has been dedicated, to real hip-hop The lyrics, peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there Peace to the Zulu Nation Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse And peace to the South Bronx, peace! [echoes] [ I Get Wrecked Lyrics ]
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