Представляем точный текст композиции "Ol Time Killin (Remix)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kardinal Offishal . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Ol Time Killin (Remix)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kardinal Offishal передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kardinal Offishal - "Ol Time Killin (Remix)"
Lyrics to Ol Time Killin (Remix) : (feat. Busta Rhymes) [Busta Rhymes] Bomb. Wanna know why I listen' Yaknow why I listen to bomb the way I drop up in a blood clot Dems only ting can gwaan pon never nah gwaan gwaan Kardinal (Yo!) Dem man nah realize the way I do the technology way dont I identify dey oola dem idiot sound bwoy already ya nah rude bwoy Theyre a big mon ting a gwaan pon dem streets ya ya way a controlla dey fada (Eh eh) Me go tek where I bwaught tings Who tellin where dem idiot sound bwoy Let dem fools move a gwaan way [Kardinal Offishall] Ol Time Killin Im feelin, Im spillin Im pulling out heat on industry niggas earning a million With bullshit like Gilligans Somebody go check Will and them and ask Uncle Phil to rep me while my shots get rid of dem Dis X yall Im feel it all up in yo mega-lens Somebody go tell Missy Im a hundred minute mission (Listen!) Hunched over the side Im a lyrical homicide Ride di gyal feel a bone if I a pon tity pride (HEY!) Slew dem, Boo dem al dem fassy nah crew dem Yo Kardinal and Busta come to crush the liccle fool dem (Who Dem'!) The Circle Click and The Flipmode Squad reppin da T-Dot and B.K. back to yall (HEY!) [Busta Rhymes] On a for nor say all ah fi stop the mumbo jumbo Fore mi run ah go call Carl Columbo For Lith causin a bumble hole No stop the fire see how she da very symbol To leave you with holes and dimples Inside of your shittin cripple a nigga (DAMN SON!) Gimme da roll out Ill dismantle ya whole mouth For talking what you nah know now Hacksaw Jim Duggan some of these niggas is frontin Nuff of these niggas is nothin Always huffin and puffin Ill sue come and give you a cuffin (AH-OOH!) Frontin like you tough and soft as a blueberry muffin (EASY RUDE BWOY!)(FOOAH!) Because of circumstance I might have to go hurt ya man Its such a shame the way we fuck up the party and done the dance [Chorus: Jully Black & BlackKat] Its a Ol Time, Ol Time Killin We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer [KRS-One] "The..The MC..." Killa... [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murder She Wrote" "Murderer" -Barrington Levy [Major Mackerel] "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" [Kardinal Offishall] Bun ya calm give tanks and praise Put on ya vest, protect ya chest From dem hollow points stray We runnin in da streets And we wildin on the mics (SAY WHAT!) The dress code is beats and white Nikes Nuff niggas shinin but Im beggin you to look again The teams are so sold like Jordan playing for Washington Style is like Allen I. on the all-star team (its yoo much for you!) Make you wanna wake out ya dream and wipe the dribble off your sweatshirt Corny niggas get hurt flirtin with death Every time the mic sees my breath This aint a killin, its a favor that we doin Im taking em out of misery fore da crowd start booing em [Busta Rhymes] Screwing and pursuin Splitting em in 2 and em Niggas I have to remember fore I have to get all of my crew and em Wild street niggas from way back ah while I keep it hot Flexing with Bill Golayoot from B.K. to da T-Dot [Chorus: Jully Black & BlackKat] Its a Ol Time, Ol Time Killin We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer [KRS-One] "The..The MC..." Killa... [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murder She Wrote" "Murderer" -Barrington Levy [Major Mackerel] "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" [Kardinal Offishall] Ah ha! Crown the king him Kardinal start to sing And make these weak cats pop the diamonds out they pinky ring And sell it off when I go off When the drummer start drummin smokin rocks up in the corner talkin bout (Yo Bust Coming!) [Busta Rhymes] Itll be last one of you amateurs that will mash up any challengers Fuck you both stop coming out pick up any passengers Yo pere dutty make a tink a gwaan Bus-A-Bus and Kardinal yeah will fill up a arsenal, like carnival yo While we chillin and fulfillin niggas with listenin pleasure Wheres my drink yo lets salute the Ol Time Killin You actin bitchy man, my trigga finger itchy man We dont engage in any social activity wit Chin-Chi man 2 body bag and a cute casket Could put you and a whole a ya fruit friend in 1 fruit basket (Chyo!) And when the dance done you know we complete You better bounce before we cock and put a shot in a ya blood cleat [Chorus: Jully Black & BlackKat] Its a Ol Time, Ol Time Killin We a deal with, run and get your money clip (BLOOK!) For another day (BLOOK!) In another way (WHAT!) De man dem, nah take nah ray ray We are murderer [KRS-One] "The..The MC..." Killa... [Chaka Demus & Pliers] "Murder She Wrote" "Murderer" -Barrington Levy [Major Mackerel] "When time it come to my sound which is de champion sound" [Kardinal Offishall] Yeah..a nah we run wit it T-Dot!..B.K....Kardinal and Busta Semi...yes! Firestarter part one And M-ode, uh Raspberry, Circ..is Flipmode heh Ya namean..Cant F wit us..Cant F Witout us yeah Eh-Heh! See you late! [ Ol Time Killin (Remix) Lyrics ]
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