Представляем точный текст композиции "Jack Of All Trades" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Aceyalone . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Jack Of All Trades» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Aceyalone передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Aceyalone - "Jack Of All Trades"
Lyrics to Jack Of All Trades : [Chorus] Im the jack of all trades, master of one Black and underpaid, blastin this mic gun Put it to your temple, and pop yo pimple Break you down like kempo, Im trained in the arts [Aceyalone] I specify in rockin my page from the heart I dig down deep within my psyche Information excites me, the knowledge invites me When I, throw on my Nikes and step to it nicely Huh, its unlikely any man could out-mic me Lightning, please strike me like it did when I was a child Hit me with a hundred thousand volts and make me smile You name it I can aim it, catch it and tame it, explain it Take it and paint it in beautiful technicolor Directly from another place you could expect no other To stand by these trues and break these rules We defy the laws of cool and sang these blues and bring this news [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Im that hip-hop SPOKESman, I aint a coke man A good folks man, he reached for the mic and broke his hand Its not my problem, its not my fault Its not my concern, I dont give a shit about Them dirty fingers, reachin for the scepter All up in yo head but Im not Dr. Lector Or Dr. Phil, but I still got to kill white widdle, black widdle, fat little pill To take for your enjoyment, to get psychadelic I dont sell it I spill it out, and tell it so angelic My rap gat makes your brain splat Blow up, everything thats holdin up your hat Its firin the pistons gas, in the engines Fuck a foot in the door, we takin off the hinges When my, dash is broken, glass is broken And class is open, and its still left smokin [Chorus] [Aceyalone] Okay Mr. Pick to Ten, is it sickenin' What kind of little box you thinkin in' Think again Draw a blank, you saw a tank But didnt see my soldiers on the flank movin up another rank The Hip-Hop Hall of Fame went up in flames When they, mention my name its tension in they brains An extension of the game and, I stake this claim And break these chains and this ones for the last train Im the jack of all trades, master of one And the thing I mastered is blastin this mic gun Put it to your temple, and pop yo pimple Break you down like kempo, Im trained in the arts We got one verse left to rock this beat And seperate the good shit from the weak So, get in the groove, and feel the sound And once youre inside spread yourself around From the bottom to the top, top, to the bottom Im, gonna rock em, while, I still got em I rock this hour with style and power And this, is yo MC hour I dont know if, all of you have heard But its up to YOU to rip.. [vocals fade out] [ Jack Of All Trades Lyrics ]
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