Представляем точный текст композиции "Trapped" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Buckshot . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Trapped» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Buckshot передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Buckshot - "Trapped"
Lyrics to Trapped : [Buckshot] It was a puff of black smoke, in the air I choke, then I witness two beady eyes there Glare, wit no fear, pitch black Waitin for the brother to attack, I tried to speak I tried to talk, but my voice is gone I feel like Im on the other side, word is bond But he ease up and tell me to stand still I cant move at my own will, chill, I dont feel That the situation cause for panickin, Im stiff like a mannequin But then again, when I felt the cold breeze Ease across my back, lay back, in the wind, watch a brother cease in Out the window, smooth like a puff of smoke, when I take a toke I feel the body aint no joke So follow me, as I follow him Into the night, and you can see the light [Chorus x4] I feel like Im trapped in the world of rap I feel like Im trapped [Buckshot] Wake up, you can kill the steady talk We gon steady walk, where' First look in the eye of a needle and stare Dreads in my hair, oh yeah, the BDI glare, yeah Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, you can come near me, dont fear me But spare me, the bullshit you talk to everybody else Cuz its irrelevant to those who got knowledge to self Why equals self, so why ask why, I try Not to ask why, while my shotty lie beside my bed Thoughts in my head make my dreads grow, so you bled slow But you wouldnt let go, the best is yet to come Lay back as I kick some lyrics from my dia- Phragm, God damn, somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss' Verbal floss (floss) if you know whats best for you When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group Aint nothin personal, but at rehearsal Im serve justice for a click, and we roll thick [Chorus x4] [Buckshot] One man steps up to the mic, right, by a little man, right Short height, smooth throat, thats made to float And came to drop the bomb, everybody is listenin, so I remain calm And drop it on the topic of the dress code Timberland strapped type, and stomp a nigga head mode We reside on the bowls of peace in the belly of the beast But how cant here be peace when the Devil never cease To cause mischief, this shit is makin me griff Outta control, Im fed up wit it, Im dead up wit it See Im ready for head up wit it Shit it on who' Back in 82, it was you Yup, you started it, now everybody wants a little part of it What, the rap music, I know you cant refuse it But Im here to tell you that you must lose it Strictly convo, rhythm and poetry, shit, it got to go [Chorus to fade] [ Trapped Lyrics ]
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