Представляем точный текст композиции "The Last Lyricists" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста DJ Kayslay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Last Lyricists» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую DJ Kayslay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
DJ Kayslay - "The Last Lyricists"
Lyrics to The Last Lyricists : (feat. Big Lou, Papoose & Busta Rhymes) [Intro: DJ Kay Slay] Its a time for martyrs now, as the rap game thats in a crisis Record sales continue to decline, record labels are mergin And cats got confused on whats real hip hop [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you n****s is wack! Where my lyricists at' ! Where my lyricists at' ! Where the f*** you n****s at' ! Where the lyricists at' ! [Verse 1: Big Lou] I could carry the weight of Pun, ressurect Big Ls lungs And jack every single beat that Jam-Master Jay spun Im the lyrical son of Rakim, the jab of Bernard Hopkins The voice of B.I.G. and Pac overlooked by Johnnie Coch-aran The KRS-One doctrine, the monster in these n****s That be posterin Im robbin em in a whip they girlfriend drivin em Im butter without the margarine, the crack without the sizzle The rain without the drizzle, the hammer without the chizle The baller without the dribble, the scribble Scrabble, the Writers Block I bibble babble have the spit and flip the rip the chain that shackles Had to fight and grapple and tackle the Rotten Apple I traveled from Camden and met the Drama King at the tabernacle Gave me the juice like a Snapple, ran with it like the Olympics Encrypted my signature on templets for the cake like Krimpets Move Atlantis, I Am Legend, knock a Troy to Armageddon Lyrical prophet the hip hop heavens, raised by Latin Florida Evans [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you n****s is wack! Where my lyricists at' ! Where my lyricists at' ! Where the f*** you n****s at' ! Where the lyricists at' ! [Verse 2: Papoose] No lyrical content just typical nonsense My mental too complexed to listen to garbage Every lyric I palm breast he grippin a large tek And killin you God bless that s*** is too far fetched Givin you are a threat then live it dont talk mess N****s in projects aint feelin you more or less This hittin your heart yes you miserable or stressed Get rid of you yall sets, finish your squad next Pitiful process with spirits thats part flesh We rip through your small chest with critical objects N**** you waan test the general confess Ill injure you frauds best in criminal contest No killa you harmless my birth involves death Umbilical cords wrecked my little unborn neck Before I get all dressed in greens and oppress And walk through the yards vexed I rather graveyard rest [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you n****s is wack! Where my lyricists at' ! Where my lyricists at' ! Where the f*** you n****s at' ! Where the lyricists at' ! RAH! [Verse 3: Papoose] Totalos tiempo [' ] Contiene mal aliento Ill kill you tomorrow Playin with Papoose like I ain; t the rap truth Ill kill em in that booth you doubt it go ask booth Slay gave me the dice, I hit em with the deuce They started laughin but man this the deuce that killed Bruce [Verse 4: Big Lou] The most original, lyrical criminal, leave you in critical Torture and ridicule these pitiful rappers, Im cynical With the flow thats enormous, my swagger and stage performance The corners I sold to foreigners, they zoners tryin to extort us The coca I dropped in waters, supporters Im crossin borders Papa blessin me with orders, I never move like the tortoise I rather move like the Testarossa, eat like Im in Ponderosa 2008 Keyser Sosa, Im s***tin on all these chokers [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! All you dudes say you nice, but you n****s is wack! Where my lyricists at' ! Where my lyricists at' ! Where the f*** you n****s at' ! Where the lyricists at' ! [ The Last Lyricists Lyrics ]
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