Представляем точный текст композиции "The Kite" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Crooked I . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Kite» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Crooked I передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Crooked I - "The Kite"
Lyrics to The Kite : [Intro:] Yeah, this is a kite goin to all my homeboys locked up in the penitentiary federal and state We aint forgot about you, my life long wish is for all my real niggaz to feel me Yeah, ya know, I gotta put it on the streets man Thats what I live and die for - the streets, yeah .. [Verse 1:] Out on them streets I put my life on the line Between these sheets I put my life in them lines Crooked reciting these rhymes Givin sight to the blind In the dark my recital will shine light in ya mind Like God cipher divine Im a fight for my kind Nigga, surviving the grind With a sniper designed, rifle aligned right for ya mind I target a man I was thuggin before I became a marketing plan Cover my heart with my hand, and vow To keep it real, cant ['] ya ['] Target the hearts of the fan, like the archer is part of the plan Man, my loved ones who restin in peace They couldnt peak at the peak I was destined to reach Through expressing a speech Im the essence of each O.G. before me They gave me lessons to teach Im Pablo, you cant measure the reach A cop-ho, fuck gestapo, arrest the police Death to the beast A renegade menace, niggaz witness the birth Every listeners a prisoner, til I finish the verse Every minute Im spittin, you sittin in a ministers church You niggaz is bitches, Im militant, Im liftin ya skirt Societys prejudice, fuck it, all hope is lost To piss em off, I do what you call "over-floss" Thats the reason the Benz got all chrome exhaust They hate a ghetto nigga, cigar-smokin boss Im crazy! Put me on a therapist couch Ive seen stomach shots leave a nigga wearin a pouch Ive seen peoples parents parish for careless amounts So whats the starin and the swearin about' This unfair character ll stick his derringer square in ya arrogant mouth Im darin ya, coz you apparently doubt That I will merrily bury ya, without care when the sheriffs is out And go that devout terrorist route You box, I shoot glocks, we just dont compare in a bout A shot caller Im airin you out A boss baller Crooked I, you know Im wearing Cartier in a drought We live from ghetto Americas house Where the police get a paid vacation for kickin niggaz ass So 3rd strikers see the cop and let the trigger blast Theres so much pain in a niggas past We finna eat til we sick of cash Me and my killaz finna mash for real, til we open them doors Its young boss, sincerely yours! (sincerely yours) [Hook:] P.S. - Real niggaz know they gotta grind B.S. - Bullshit will get you left behind E.S. - East Side ride everytime P.S. - Real niggaz know they gotta grind [Outro:] Yeah, its a kite goin to all my homeboys in the penitentiary I aint forgot about you Yeah, revolutionary - yeah ... but gangsta The federal crime bill is full of pages to keep us in cages The government got a plan for you niggaz, you better keep your eyes open yeah, ya know I see you rappers on TV, you grease monkeys You mothafuckers greased up with all them tattoos and ya shirt off You point a gun at me, but not a C.O. - P Yeah, you soft as cotton East Side Long Beach - we revolutionary We revolutionary... but gangsta [ The Kite Lyrics ]
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