Представляем точный текст композиции "Malcolm X (D12 Diss)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Royce Da 59 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Malcolm X (D12 Diss)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Royce Da 59 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Royce Da 59 - "Malcolm X (D12 Diss)"
Lyrics to Malcolm X (D12 Diss) : [Royce talking] Yo, yo, this is a J-dogg exclusive D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready') Royce Da 59" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz For lettin that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened D-12 though, yall better quit actin like that wadnt my man too Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin, I was tryna disrespect yall Cause thats what Im doin (gun-loading sound) from here on n My new name from now on, dont even call me Royce Da 59" no mo Call me Malcolm X, cause erybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*) Im Malcolm X now haha, we gon see who goin, I aint goin nowhere motherfucker We gon see, erybody who against me, nigga Im mad (BITCH) Haha, yeah, theres only one problem Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic Its a motherfuckin lie nigga, nobody believes you (*echoes*) [Chours x2] We gon beat yo ass DOWN Yall niggaz sound like yall write yall rhymes with motherfuckin crayons, BITCHES [Royce Da 59"] Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch) Who must I smack for sayin my name' Somebody gon die, its probably YOU You couldnt fit Bizarres body in my shoes Niggaz quick to talk all hood til I pop up Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up I am above yall, when you droppin your raps to diss me I only recognize the top of your hats And I dont like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck! I ever catch you by yourself, Ima fuck you up Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up Since Slim signed 50, I dont see your teeth as much Thats good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck! DAMN HOMIE, its history, over, hang it up Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK You speak you late, yall prolly gon go up to them awards And get yo ass whooped by B2K I just wish Eminem would stop tellin everybody he aint speakin to me Like Im one of his hoes or somethin How bout this, I aint speakin to you, chump And Ima keep pickin on your weak ass crew You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up Ive been ridin by your house, you dont come out too much You hidin, when I find you Ima snatch you out of that front And tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust Nigga you can run or hide; Ill be on your porch With a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside! Cause hes in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit I bet you throw some extra "gs" in it Just like a stutterin fool cant reach intelligence He sweats when he raps, cause he got a speach impediment You, BITCH, Porkys pig and Porkys tomb About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please Give it a year, both a yall be rakin 50s leaves What do I know, that other nigga yall got in your group I dont even know his name, but he can shovel my snow You, BITCH, lets face it I gave it to yall My lil sister got six puppies thats braver than yall (barking sounds) Niggaz is startin the beef Im bout to end with the quickness Im bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit Quicker than quick shit, yall aint felt the half Quicker than Eminem can pinch Eltons ass Dont call me, I aint ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS I dont wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer Yall throw up your dukes and dont swing like Fred G.' Sanford I be makin motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Yall lil niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme, go play; You lil punk ass niggaz, yall can scream and yell all you want I feel like Im battlin Keenan & Kel You, BITCH, none o yall can put in the card to kenell Paul better call me, like he called Benzino Matter o fact, I might even do a song with Ray Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again [Chorus x4] [Royce talking] I dont even want you lil punks to think Im mad Yall lil niggaz are Ninja Turtles, youre nothing Nothin, you not on my level, I will beat yo bosss ass nigga Tre Little, bring it on [Tre Little] Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, Im just that guy Im 56", got stacked lines, shit that high, Im ridin FUCK you and your commercial appeal I turn yo head into blue n yellow +Purple Hills+ I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family Eminem, Nelly said that hell eat you like candy What did you do, got on the phone and called him up You dont wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to Puff You, BITCH, yo crew some local hoes I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose You and Royce can squash this with one talk Step around from your security and talk to that man I understand you backin yo crew, but this my brother Anythin that happen to him, somethin gonna happen to you And I dont give a fuck for that, nigga, Ill do life I advise you to stop; yo money dont buy you stripes Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob em But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun Ima stab you So many times, Ima feel bad when you collapse! You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin somethin Timbaland lookin ass, nigga, my style is realer What producer you ever know only good for album filler [Chorus x2] [Royce talking] You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga Big Homies out nigga, what up [Tre Little talking] Yea you add water and stir ass motherfuckers, what yall thought My brother here aint have no backbone' Nigga, its on when I see yall Proof what the fuck you thinkin of nigga, this cash boy Need the white boy to get yall started ass niggaz Fuck yall hoes, I told Royce I aint like that motherfucka Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o yall niggaz Sell my bill one nigga What the fuck yall thought nigga yallll get bought bitch Street orientated; yall motherfuckers hate it Learn how to flow stop bein mad yall bitches Trick, trick, when I catch yo bitch ass, yea dude Asked about cash nigga, you comin to yo doom Youll end up like click boom, bitch Rock City motherfucker, regardless Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker Its Cash Flow Bitch Big Homie [Royce Talkin] Keep it locked to KingRoyce.com where Josh and Ira keep bring you all the exclusives. Holla. [ Malcolm X (D12 Diss) Lyrics ]
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