Представляем точный текст композиции "Slow Blues" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Timbo King . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Slow Blues» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Timbo King передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Timbo King - "Slow Blues"
Lyrics to Slow Blues : (feat. Byata) [Intro: Timbo King (Prodigal Sunn) {Byata}] Yeah, get my voice, get the clarity (Sunzini the flame) {Let me drop a little something hot, what'} Yeah (Yo turn my vocals up son) {Yeah, turn my voice up} Brooklyn, Bo King... yeah... {All my Russians come on} I gotta pull out the guitar on this one. [Vast Aire] Im Vast Aire... Im like Ali, better yet Joe Louis I will push my hands through you, I dont need bullets Show me the signal, lets flow I be outside with 30 niggaz ready to go We shine when we rhyme, so Im, ready to glow I liked to helm shows, Im ready to sow Pass me the needle, you get the cloth Kuntall get the thread, and well all break bread This is the true birth of a prince When I die, this song will be a footprint I be back with the essence in an instant I heard about Ason, and burnt an incense Lifes ill, dont get it pretzled I cant show you, but Ill leave a stencil Im talking about what matters, not figures Im pointing at the moon, and you looking at my finger [Byata] Come correct me, and I really give a fuck Who wont accept me, you see' I gotta do this for the underground, broke it down Coney Isle, BK to Uptown, yeah, they gonna know me now Im up in the kitchen cooking up some hot shit Ask your boy Raekwon, he gonna tell you how I spit Yeah, Byata live it, its a hustle every day Im on the grind, trynna see this, milion kay-vay But I stay shining, catch me when Im up in the scene Rocking the cell plus roots, now your delf, ya silk screens Yeah, gorilla style, dont make me have to wild out With the, surrealer, for realer, clap you, and come tell bout Making moves, paying dues on the evening news The Russian lifestyle, bitches, we let them lose Now give me another blast of that green Til I get open and Im nasty with the sixteen They dont even know whats coming Til them got them rubbing off the rooster Chick from C.I., to Brighten Beach, yea, we Russian sick What' Yeah, we Russian sick, uh, yeah, the chick is sick [Timbo King] Im Young Abraham, in front of the projects puffing If I, honor myself, then my honor is nothing Even a spirit of evil, in the veins of a junkie Pay peanuts and you get monkeys Honkey see, honkey do, yeah, Yacub the foul serpent Amongst crack dealers, street merchants, Bo King Yeah, flows from out of my mouth Up North, Down South, yeah, Im never without Extra heat, on some black burner, semi assault Buccaneer, yeah Im bucking near holes in your port Cuz, you aint bustin nothing, thats studio edits Who doing the shooting, your engineer, get all the credit So while you busting shots in a four hour session Ill be aiming at cops in the name of oppression Mack one to the second power, clap off end I can hit anything up close or far away Spray lead at the governors head, cuz he dont wanna Break bread with the slaves that never been fed [Prodigal Sunn] One for my sons money, two for the show Three, I gets busy, four; Im out the door, bro Five, the click get live, the Sunn dont die Blaze that haze in the East, that purple gush on the Westside Tech vests with the metal slides, from rebel Bedstuy I do or die, high and on the ride This revolution will be televised, through mics, Im mesmerized Sight spies, small fries, living lies Destined to flame, will get you blowned out the fucking frame I dont bang, but I will let that evil reign Never catch me tucking the chain, Im gutter grain Thats word to mutha, main, sustained in this fucking game Yeah, he shines like aluminum foil, make the mic boil Ladies and gentleman, introducing, Im loyal Blood lines royal, hood raised never spoiled Im quick to bury a snake, Jake, breathe the soil Twist that backwood berry croyal Taste the green as it broil, and watch it burn like oil That independent who stays major, rule one, about my paper It all started on the block with small cash capers A force of nature, my moms and pops aint no glass makers And if I see you on some shit; Im a fair shaker I let it out like Sharon Vegas, serving traitors Yall niggaz now I shine across the equator [ Slow Blues Lyrics ]
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