Представляем точный текст композиции "Verses" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста La The Darkman . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Verses» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую La The Darkman передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
La The Darkman - "Verses"
Lyrics to Verses : [Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah (yeah) yeah (Shams nine times ultra) Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill) Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large) GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (whats up, Wu-Universal) Legendary... [Scaramanga Shallah] Now its the real beginning of the pages of Shams Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams Shams is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten We can hit the alley with iron and thumper Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard Niggaz goin no mas, when the bullets go in him You dealing with a night stick toker The ice pick poker, trust, you aint like this joker And the set, devoted to opening your neck With the tech, as you sit in a Lex Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting As your body gets soft, the shotty went off Little soldiers, youre out of position Guns go off, Shams is a greatest fan A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost White five, black five, with dollars to toss Twisted by the dark side of the force Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche Youre off sides in the fort We are survivors of the war of good and evil Im in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it.. [La the Darkman] Darkman, my personas like Tony Montana How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana Try, play me today, Imma kill you manana From, far with the K, or up close with the llama Im like an African king in a castle in Guana Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer Study lessons in Athena, building with an old timer So I, always been wise ever since a young minor Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme So Im often posted, in a rumor with that thing Got a limited support from the Sing Sing regime Im Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general [Ras Kass] Who say Ras Kass dont spit fire, he a liar Thats like your favorite rap star claiming he gon retire When you mention me, not about penitentiary Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu Cuz Im original, like rap feeling the jewel Galosh us by boom fool, buyers, fuck you Try us, fuck you, you die, yall got gats, but him buck too, nigga Sip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the room service In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton For troops support efforts in Iraq Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that The rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a case of soda Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters But wont pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers make Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen gs a year Please who 25 extra, taking fire in combat Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where Im at 18 years old, talking Kill, where Saddam at' But cant have a gat, to protect where my moms at I love to crunk, so what, plus Im gangsta enough To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and pump it up How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt [GZA] Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks Too many die in vein, and its a crying shame The murders and the hustles, wont stop as they shoot for the top Acquiring apparel, through growth and development On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant The brutality of war, never changes And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than What they ever had, experienced yet Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field The great boundaries of both man and machine Can have one at the point, to murder all in between Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhoods title, whats up' [ Verses Lyrics ]
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