Представляем точный текст композиции "Broken Anglish" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crunch Ex . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Broken Anglish» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crunch Ex передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crunch Ex - "Broken Anglish"
Lyrics to Broken Anglish : (feat. Talib Kweli) [Kweli] Alright, we on What time is it' Cuz I dont have my watch set 'bout midnight We about to get into this broken anglish Yo know what Im saying' Empty pages This language is mad limited Jahson is in the house Crunch Extraordinaire, Talib Kweli, Wanna Battle Put your lighters in the air If you listening to this in your ride right now Honk your horn really fuckin loud This is how we do [Crunch] Yo, nickels, dimes heavy turnouts Get sweated like I did a hundred burnouts Your blowing my high, but I still got enough stamina To lyrically smack, whack niggas on camera I get a rush when 20, 30 thou on they feet I get em open like umbrellas in exotic drinks Just think, right now if I was to go seven thirty In an 88 Oldsmobile, ridin dirty Flag down a bootleg let me out on the next street So I can get one of them blazing joints from filthy street cleats Hold me down hun Cuz after work Im turnin it out These fools like dirty days in the workhouse Landspeed is the label like drinks and coffee tables Flip it back and moving em like 6-inch cables Spike punch, trench coats are dorin gable My voice box on the percussion, stable Sharing my pen is like sharing a needle It aint ghetto no more cuz they tearing down the Regal All you need is a drop of this you can feed the whole metropolis With a rotwilder pitbull lock on this I get the water out Know doubt time to pull out Time vacate the dime think Ill take the border route Meet me at the duplexes I got certain issues, niggas spend 8, 20s on a pair of gym shoes I got change back from paying all these dues I got rhymes that are just chillin in my fatty tissues [Kweli] Crunch I know the 'natti with you Brooklyn hold it down Peep how we terrorize these niggas through the sound Wanna Battle compound Its how we do Nobody out there can fuck with my crew Jahson, you know what Im talking about Dante, you know what Im talking about Main Flow, you know what Im talking about Hi-Tek, you know what Im talking about Lets put it down, yo yo yo Wanna Battle Ways of the gun, will bust with you Play it to the bone like grisle Im straight official Federal like long-prison time Ohio give you Hop on the Jahson track rip it to thisles Like my nigga E-Dub We love the street buzz Cats in the game acting soft like peach fuzz Delete dubs Carry my voice through Queen City With stories that make the horrible seem pretty Niggas is Proctor and Gambling with their life I take my anger, handle it and channel it through the mic Spray the area complex, like the inferior one You get when you standing to close to the sun Its like Ra pum pa pum pum beat the drum like a man You get burned really quick trying to enter my atmosphere This aint practice here, just the money-shot for the game I know I rocked your brain when your honey dropped the name, Kweli Thats what you get for asking stupid questions Like whos the best youve ever had Dont be mad, these are skills you never had and never will Me and my niggas forever build Before this shit get too hot you better chill For real, you deal with Kweli and Crunch Extraordinary You aint heard no shit like this We pop cherries are virgin ears Remember you heard it hear first Got a taste for blood, quench my thirst with the verse [Chorus: Crunch] Its broken anglish to some niggas Another language For those I gotta break it down for Its called slanguage Kwa, I know Brooklyn with the Natti hold it down Peep how we terrorize niggas through the sound [Samples: Guru] [Kweli] [Crunch] [Kweli] [Crunch] Its going down Cincinnatti and Brooklyn rasp Watch the planet and the sun and the moon collapse Jot it down Got it down, just some hints for yall Crunch and Talib anglish broken like fibulas Watch yall inspect it You cats better respect this Some of yall turn me off like gas and electric This language is for stocking caps and hoodies I blaze and state issues and goodies Red bull lounging on Persian rugs and footies I expected this to turn out harder than my woody Cin the clip Crooklyn the barrel Cant find an anti-dote for these lyrical poison arrows For senoritas mama and papa too old Batman grooving to this dynamic duo Turn it down, the sound too much for yall How we lace it is just so punctual Show each other our rings, after the emcee superbowl Exploit these ballpoint after I break fools No doubt, fo sho its for certain When they get wind of this walls coming down like Berlin You can get enough of this whether you sell crack or working Whether you roller blade, snowboard or surfing [Chorus] [ Broken Anglish Lyrics ]
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