Представляем точный текст композиции "Im Not You" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Clipse . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Im Not You» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Clipse передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Clipse - "Im Not You"
Lyrics to Im Not You : f/ Jadakiss, Styles P, Roscoe P. Coldchain (Pusha T Talking) No no no..... I told you.... I live this shit (echoing) I aint just up here, rappin and tappin, spittin and skittin and shit Naw, uh uhh, not me Im not you, Im not you rapper, Im not you.... Pusha [Pusha T] I keep that ziploc bustin at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious, to break the fiends fixes One give you the sniffles, the other, leave you with the itches Transport airport with the vaseline, so I can, Fulfill my dreams of passion and green, more cash then ya seen Within Ashton its green, me drivin up fast with the lean Zonin family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I aint full of shit Wreckless ass, God forbid they dont crash, From the panel to the dash, its four pounds of slab Nah bitch we dont believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling brother skits Whether bitch hop out, or the glock pop out, ya know what Im about, Blow to ya sinus til the snot drop out (Jadakiss overlapping Pusha Ts last line) Whoever said birds fly south for the winters a damn lie Got em right here, and if I dont like you the grams high Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I wont murder you the way I smile But Ima take alotta shots, A.I style Jada, the name is filthy, but so what, the motherfuckin game is filthy You know what, my mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega, and the Cane the built me so I, Could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin you love, ya own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I dont discriminate Waves, cornrows, or dreads, I will eliminate [Roscoe P. Coldchain] Im far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sex Nigga thats funny you say you a killa how' What is it the return of the killer clown' You dont put no fear in my heart I make ya people say wow that didnt look like my man They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit wit ten rounds, at pointblank, and pointblank Coldchian left that nigga stankin Half static and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and, I didnt give em a chance to blink when, I dodged up on em, pressed the forty up on him shocked em Made his head stand on end and like a baby I rocked em The Coffin the cradle, you cant bite the hand that made you, Thats the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men And squeeze triggers wit bullets that go through men [Styles P] Fuck wit S.P thats ya date with death Got bullets thatll grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest Im in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down, any place I step And I love gettin slept on Cuz Im rawer than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on Dog, Ima clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday the ghost the main reason why ya set gone Why I love riffin the war you wouldnt understand Cuz my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle I wanted men to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for, creepin through the hood and, Shit aint really good, but Im deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller Want ya insides out so I mean it when ('') [Malice] Rappers is talking to me as if (come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick no I move Coke! (uh uhh) And you and I dont share no common bond, So forgive me if I dont recieve you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end, To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (uh huh) But where theres demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs at the same time cry Yes it pains me to see them needness All of them lost souls and Im their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the street I see no pity for they fix when they kids couldnt eat (so sorry) And with this in mind, I still didnt quit And thats how I know, that I aint shit (I aint shit) My heart bleed but thats aside from the fact, I live from my kids and theirs and them youngins after that [ Im Not You Lyrics ]
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