Представляем точный текст композиции "The Ebonic Plague" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cru . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Ebonic Plague» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cru передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cru - "The Ebonic Plague"
Lyrics to The Ebonic Plague : (feat. Ras Kass) [Yogi] Yeah...HA...Cru... [Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one, the mic check three [Yogi] Cru in you baby... [Mighty Ha] Mic checka da one, the mic check three... [Yogi] Mix it up with the big Y.O. Comin from the Laf Isle with fat funk flow So yo how you feelin' Tell me how you feelin Mad drug dealin, mad caps peelin I do my thing, drink a Budweiser And I seen more *bush/Busch* than Dan Anheiser Twist the caps of you fake John Gottis Watch the pump shottie, make you look like Kwame Crus about to drop the dirty understand the cipher Got nothin to lose so Im-a do like a lifer Niggaz couldnt *catch up/ketchup* with the mustard, disgusted Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it This is how it flow in the Bronx Zoo yall Beef up a step and style with a fall Nothin but the rough, understood' Got me in double extra large bulletproof wit the hood Sittin at the bar sippin Becks Plus I got the "two turntables and a microphooooone" on deck So whos next' Rugged Ras Flossin ice, and drop that soul on dat ass The IBF got my rhymes ranked cuz they hittin Plus Im all around like Scott Pippen Here it is, east west, I mean China to Mexico If you love the way its goin down let me know Fuck it, Harlem knows the ledge All my Bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledged Uptown! Plus we got the Cali love Y.O.G., truly yours the Breakfast Club [Ras Kass] Yo punk... I was hot as 97 in 73 D.O.B. my pedigree multiple felonies see You spit phlegm I spit fumes Across the ruins of kiosks hoverin sand dunes A miniature man-nume, its National Lampoons Alien Vacation Im abductin muthafuckin rappers to my inner space station (What') For sheezy, When Ras Kass get to swervin off gnac, believe me I hit below the belt Bustin niggaz balls like Riddick Bowe versus Gulotta Hell yeah Im a rida Aint nuttin sweetie, cancer causin like saccahrin Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed black men An nowadays fools forget what they actually named Besides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes Basically, I dont give a shit how rich ya get Ill have you in the car talkin to yourself Like Alanis Morisette with turets (Oh wee..thats right...) I like sisters with vaginas so... (Can we get freaky toniiiiight...) Donald Trump wouldnt let you shine his shoes my man If you pissed off you dyin with your dick in your hand Plus when shit hits the fan, I mean when Ras reach the crowd And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate Earth And fuck that servin emcees and livin bummy Im on some show me the money and still educate the dummies [CHORUS] Its all about me for you and you for me And playa if ya do for two we do for three You think its bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry We livin in the age of the ebonic plague [x2] [Chadio] You see the words is meshin through this lyrical aggression Punks pop shit we Joe Pescem no question Cru session, no time for second guessin Frontin or fessin, we full court pressin Testin, any in our way learn a lesson Forever in my Stetson, chrome plated Wesson We aint got no time for excuses and reasons Bringin nuttin but butta in all four seasons Wanna blow my nose when Im sneezin, wit hundred dollar bills Foes Im squeezin, breezin Through your nearest town wit the frown expression Those Bronx streets left a lastin impression Now think about this, imagine Cru rhymers Like this world with no clock bein timeless Pure dope when it come to the oratorical Stay on the low wit a dime thats adorable Got the rap shit covered like long johns Big brother Ant taught me how to bear arms L.A. to D.C. I gets my P.C. Keeps me a fifth of B.C. And we gon drink to your pass peeps that flashed heat Never no more, when I pull I blast he Think you could deal' You crazier than Bjork Belong up on Fantasy Isle with Mr. Rourke [ The Ebonic Plague Lyrics ]
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