Представляем точный текст композиции "Original Copies" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста C-Rayz Walz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Original Copies» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую C-Rayz Walz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
C-Rayz Walz - "Original Copies"
Lyrics to Original Copies : Here I come, you know where Im from do the math, son, I originate with the drums native tongues lounging, my third eyes beyond browsing swam nine thousand, woke up on the shores of project housing Genesis, wide wingspan like Pegasus my gym effortless for turntable terrorists 88 hip hop, certified for net murder snatch you out the chat room, smack your server Bug Out poster child, approach the wild calmly let em think Im Ghandi, then transform to Genghis Khan, see' Baby, I bop, so you love me like Barney kiss my honeymoon, then spaz out like Mark Carney energy solar, battle moe, froze polar balance the scales to be some shit, green told yall Big mics fo yall, my crew Stronghold, yall one two three four five, thats the roll call roll call, roll call, roll call..... I make em study, thirty-five to fifty years strained brains become bloody, eyes swiftly tear risky peers become queer, you cant diss me I know who I be like Bizzy chief rocking, keep watching, soon youll turn to stone I got Medusas head in an Iceberg bag at home Mama said lifes like a bag of chocolates (Why') itll make you sick if you dont watch it..... Youre styles toy, my homeboy is God Rally smack wack emcees like they stepped on my Ballies (New Balance) the roofs on fire' Let it burn, hot shit from the foundation, I learned yall cant rock shit I get busy on topics, you propless I get J.U. Ice when I drop it you aint def, step, you pet breathe Karma your upside down peace signs the V-Bomber.... On battle stage, I shapeshift my mouth to grenades my hands razor blades, invisible ink you will never page, Im splashing except when Im gone, you remember the pain of what happened super rapping, like collabos with Batman and Mack 10 skull cracking, back smacking, for track acting make you traffic, grey matter in gridlock Im a nutty professor, you a nigga with shitlocks hip hop, aint been to sleep in three days dreams of spray cans, B-girls and DJs gold chain, cocaine before a crack rock Coleco before a laptop, flicks in front the backdrop.... We off the muscle, keep the meat rack, speak fact anything less than truth; you keep that weak cats, pull your seat back and kick your feet up listen to the beat, black, now watch me heat up me and plain pat contact on the same track modern day slaves yelling: "give me my brain back!" raps contain facts like maps of pyramids but Ill cut your ears off, cuz you aint hearing it.... Vivid how I paint this, Rayz and green dealing high degrees of patience, stay casing Justice the Janitor, life is high maintenance foul flagrant, winer of the ancients, smell the fragrance titanium wristband, back stroke in quicksand iron fist, velvet glove slid on my brick hand my Nike swish land right over my Nick Vans excel, laid back in Hell with a kickstand study they movement, like blind ninjas, infrasensor niggas got on sandals, in the middle of the winter stuck on six, like chicks, bitch slow your dick tip flip sick scripts, cant even hold your shit liquids fresh enough to make a dope feind close the vien tear my shirt off, just to expose my chain you know my name, knowledge actions, now I wanna cry, but Im so happy I cant frown like I wanna throw God on the ground pick him back up and start laughin run through times square flashin blasting, just to see cyphers reactions then disappear, like flesh after years in the casket a-ha-ha....C Rayz Walz!!!!.....in the house.....recognize my crew Stronghold.... Yall niggas getting gloss in the Porshe and got robbed my style fucks your head up, like elevators blowjobs go to jail, while Im in the streets eatin hotel suite beatin, rhyme releasin your styles like Rome, I ancient ruin it you talk about gats on tracks, who doing that' Squirtin, dont be the next missing person first in, Howling like Thirstin while you rehearsing Maury Povich covering fag rap aerobics your sneakers wrinkle, my eyes twinkle on some glow shit blow with angels, conversate with culprits, blaze form analyze stars like Lloyd Strayhorn floss and get your papers lost like beef with the prison boss, on a crash collision course in a drunk driven Porsche picture me in a box bleeding, corrupt reasons crush emcess like fuck truck season what you believe in', thank god if you still breathin cuz I roll like [ ' ] What yall trying to do, we already did it your weekly sum equals new kicks and fitteds spit blizzard, for my brethren in prison that chick, you stick it', get your ass in the clinic I vision myself, taking no shorts like bar midgets speak physics, conjugate a picnic the gifted, politic and rhyme money shipment royalties, cop more war equipment roll with the ghetto fitness, knuckle swiftness, relentless quickness, blink and you missed it C-Rayz Walz in your district Stronghold!!! FUCK EMCEES WITH NO MIC CONTROL!!! [ Original Copies Lyrics ]
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