Представляем точный текст композиции "Self Explanatory" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Journalist . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Self Explanatory» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Journalist передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Journalist - "Self Explanatory"
Lyrics to Self Explanatory : [Journalist] (Journalist) Uh, Journalist, (idealist), and its a journey (Im the journalist) Urban wars (the flow) I dont fuck around Crazy World, Motown motherfuckers Uh, dream team (Idealist, and its a journey, Im the Journalist) I dont fuck around dunny Yo, aiyyo, right from the gate, dog It shouldnt be no type of debate Bout whos the nicest with a mic and a tape You know Im bright in the waist When Im shining up the pipe with an eight Before I leave you with a trifiling face If you got Salsbury I play Marbury Hit you with the handle Before I light you up like the wick thats on a candle Have your bitch watch shots ripping through your flannel Lower parts to your heart sticking to her sandals Journalist, but you can call me tupee splitter You sweeter than the bottom of your Kool-Aid pitcher You think its just music you hear, I bust a few in the air While your lil sisters doing your hair Still in your crib, one shot pilling your wig I blow out your face, while the chromes still in your hair Too severe for a medical truck I could bet a few bucks They gon probably have to shovel you up, what [Hook: Samples + and random DJ scratches] Idealist, and its a journey, oh Im the journalist The flow, (I dont fuck around) Uh, Idealist, and its a journey, oh Im the journalist The flow (I dont fuck around, dunny) [Journalist] See yo, I keep them business working, Till the wrists is hurting Till your shit ooze out like this detergent I still keep the chickens lurking Got bitches circlin cause they see me in the whip with Erving I will show you a nina, If you dont think the hard-toe can turn your torso to a sprinkler Then I pull off in the beautiful cat, New Jag, no tints, Im a beautiful cat 1-6, yall know what we do to you, black All my niggas squeeze triggers til they cuticles crack If we got a full clip, well be sending you half Hole in your legs, give your calf a genuine draft Like the bottle of beer, then a minute you pass Tap your pockets, see how many Benzes you had Hit the stack, tell Carl Carl to send a few scags From my criminal staff from that cynical ave Machos mothefucker [Hook] [Journalist] See yo, I studied the block, so I got damn good methods On how to burn strips like I can cook breakfast You aint stabilized, it help when your label rise Every time I turn around, your face in the cable guide To my rap books, you can find me shackled Blow out your shit, leave it in your Mommys scrapple I could, kindly catch you, let the tommy clap you For you with more hoes than a Chinese apple You hit gasoline talk fast and lean Pop fly, and get left with half a wing Watch who you talking to get your glasses cleaned Before I be forced to empty out this magazine Barrels throwing out twenty like a Jack in Queens Leave you somewhere throwing up your last (') Most of the week, you find Journ over in beats When it comes to the throne, homes, you just holding my seat, uh [Hook] [ Self Explanatory Lyrics ]
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