Представляем точный текст композиции "Dear El-pee" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sole . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Dear El-pee» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sole передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sole - "Dear El-pee"
Lyrics to Dear El-pee : "Dear El-Pee, Hows your summer been' Mines been fine. I heard you had a real good time at camp. Oh, yeah, I talked Len, he said everythings cool. Oh, yo, I really liked "End to End Burner"; that little diss me thing on the internet was pretty funny. Yeah, its live, sucker. Uh, yeah, and I was talking, yknow, trying to sell my record distributors and they wouldnt take it because, you know, some fat white kid was thinkin itd be funny to blackball. Well, you know, I wrote a little poem about it and I really hope you like it. So have your mother read it to you and if you guys like it, you can write me back!" Im a Anticon iconclast catalyst for cataclysm Tell Fox: dissing Sole, bad executive decision Your egosystems frail, with a spoon I could dissect it Soundin like Corky got his nubs on a Websters dictionary A Ras Kass record and a brand new MPC Pressing all them pretty buttons, making wack beats To hell with Fat Beats, Id rather rock acapella Id rather be broke and have a whole lot resent Not a Rich King, a pawn, a peon for me to pee on Check out 9th Street, a big sign: "El-Pee got served" in neon Trendy indie underground cause you havent got a choice Take a way your elitist buddies and you havent got a voice No five thousand for radio, no hundred-thou for ads and banners No paying record stores for all your Rawkus propaganda Well-timed marketing scheme, its cool to be independent But if it was last year, youd be a dun or a Missy Elliot And after your indie bravado and the label has recouped Youre broker than when Libra left you crying for a record deal from Luke I strike you awestruck, you femanine to blackball Ill be serving you til youre serving me ice cream in a mall Some fool said this an underground Canibus and LL Well thats comedy, cause Ill serve all three of yall Heard Rupert had to starve all the indie artists to feed your ego Running around the Bay looking for Sole with your foot in your mouth I heard you like the Bay (Castro) but think 4 tracks are wack Lost in the Ozone and all your mixdowns sound like crap Hiding lack of intellect behind hipster catch phrase and babble Indelliblesll never get a full length cause you dont wanna be outshined Fine, I heard you wanna kill me and get fools after me The only violence you ever witnessed was on Menace II Society Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm I elevate while you perpetuate your malopropism [Yo, wha, what did he just call me, dun'] Yo, I dont know, man. Yo, I, I dont know what he just called you, man. [Well, yo, go get the books. Go get the Bible.] Yo, man, well apparently you mustve ripped all the pages out in the dictionary, man, cause youve used all the words. [So Im never gonna find out what he called me' Hes usin big words against me' Yo, this is intrepid, god!] Im a hip hop artist, you style-biting MC sucker Had a Crayon contest with retarted kids and picked the wackest album cover Picked the wrong MC to diss subliminally, every line dissected Yeah, I diss you on the internet, to your face, and on record For the record, I know the muck from which out you have stepped First you sound like Beatnuts then youre Mr. 4,000 syllables One bar, out of breath on stage a failure Gotta quit rocking mics and start rocking an asthma inhaler El-Producto: indepenent as Fox Since when do indie records show up in a WEA box' By saying youre indepenent you belittle the whole movement Real MCs work hard, aint got investors to put out their music Underground conspiracy but this aint used by No Limit Mad cause you didnt blow up, the victim of your own wack gimmick But some fools bought into it cause they dont know no better That youre a hamburger pimp, only out for the cheddar Yo, whats a battle MC that cant freestyle' All these references to imaginary MCs, come battle me Remember in Boston, you started calling fools out' And when MCs try to battle, you were the first to break out Well, you surely dont wanna battle, of course you want to fight, youre bigger Fine, you win, we can have a contest to see whos the biggest wigger Oh, you win again, it must feel great, I heard you dont like white MCs Traded in your Kani and X hats for a fresh set of Echo and Adidas You as hip hop as Garth Brooks and as manly as garter belts And if youre so creative talk about something other than yourself No, Im not dissing New York or any of your comrads in arms Im tearing down that posterboy Miss Piggy-lookin leprachaun El-Pee vs. the Spice Girls (I got five on Scary Spice) But both of yall are in desperate need of back up singers when its live And I know they think your original, but follow me through this portal You bit your whole styles from an underground MC named Vordul Spread rumors about me to everyone you meet, evade being a man I heard you putting out an instumental album of sitars, pots, and pans Youve done enough talking, so I know you aint fading Sole Have your boy Rupert Murdoch fly you out, Ill serve you on the Wake Up Show The redheaded kingpin, step child to a little herpe sore festering Heard you only pull females when you tell em youre a lesbian Wanna sign autographs, but all your fans are rappers The evolution will not be televised as your #1 fan becomes your master Id love to give you a hand but all I got is a middle finger Farakhan wont squash this, so we can finish it on Jerry Springer Newsweek martyr, bring your rhetoric retort You oughta tootsie roll under your rock, your two minutes of fame got cut short FYI: starving artists dont have corporate luncheons Got a horrible freeestyle and the rest of your style is (studio punch-ins) The dun crusher busts fresh, overly when I blast em And those so called freestyles, they all popped up on your album Manipulate your connects so they wanna see me on a curb But I guarantee you lyin, cause you know one-on-one youd get served Now its time to pay dues like when Daddy Warbucks Bought your face onto the cover of the last Stress We gonna battle, so write your rhymes ahead of time And Ill still come twice as fresh And keep it all in the family, like Rose Ill take a back seat Keep my name out your mouth like my wax from the racks of (Fat Beats) Fat egos inflated, hope you liked my little poem And hope to hear from you soon, signed, your friend, Sole [ Dear El-pee Lyrics ]
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