Представляем точный текст композиции "Hands Of Fate" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста 45 King . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Hands Of Fate» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую 45 King передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
45 King - "Hands Of Fate"
Lyrics to Hands Of Fate : (feat. Lakim Shabazz (Flavor Unit)) (Ooh What you say Come on) My deejay is dope, def, real death-defyin Competators, get with mental def tryin The number one candidate, his handsll make Dancers dance, he possess the hands of fate Hell scratch a record that will stand Out from the rest thats def, and hell jam Anywhere at any given time and thrill fans Totally blindfold his cuts will still slam Harder than the average, make a savage kid Nervous, the perfect combination had to get Funkier than funk itself, now havent you heard He sharpens his claws for damagin a nerd Just with the power, plus time to mutilate You cant escape, dont even try to retaliate Cee Just, do that shit, they thought you slipped They didnt know that you were smoother than Cool Whip Now prove it to em ( *cuts* ) scratch Pull it back ( *cuts* ) yeah, I like that Energetic, enthusiastic Cuts are drastic, knowledge the tactics Faster than a centipede. and all that he need Is two tables and a crossfader to make the record bleed Deejay of the year, got the number one candidate And he possess the hands of fate (Disc jock) (Come on) Deejays left to right throw in their white flags The way that he scratch you think the record had crashed Back and forth, forth and back as hell attack The turntable, thats why hes labelled an acrobat You need to resign or take a spring break First you was hard, now youre soft like a ice cream cake Try to compete with the elite is a silly stunt Hell smoke the crossfader like a Philly blunt Manifest skills on the wheels of steel The one-man band never ran, and he never will Hes a hitman, whos gonna be the next hit' You wanna battle, you better bring your best shit Courage, heart, balls, cuts After all that you still get crushed like a wall nut Damn, the brothers nice, I make em do a quicker slice Sendin em toy deejays back to Fisher Price Hard to categorize or analyze The way that he scratch leave deejays paralyzed Crisp and clean like a fully loaded magazine The track is mean, hes prepared to rag a teen Deejay Cee Just, he cuts, you couldnt beat us Even if you were to cheat us Stun ya, make you wonder how can he make A record rag so much, he got the hands of fate (Hes Cee Just) Sharper than a straight blade are my rhyme skills They attack with the impact of a minefield And I aint even started to get loose yet Turn up your Alpine, e.q. your gooseneck Ladies say "aw!", fellas say "ho!" Prepare to undergo Lyrical surgery, youre gonna get hit, slayed Rhymesll crack your spine and bust your rib cage I cant calculate the rappers I take out Before the battle is through, most of them break out I never lose, I aim to win Im just a rebel, killin like a Devil Tasmanian To take a deejay out is a bear task Whos def, hell make you lose your breath like tear gas Just, cut it up, cold smash the break Show the people you possess the hands of fat [ Hands Of Fate Lyrics ]
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