Представляем точный текст композиции "This Iz Real (Clean)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «This Iz Real (Clean)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyheim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyheim - "This Iz Real (Clean)"
Lyrics to This Iz Real (Clean) : [Shyheim] Yeah yeah, hah It dont stop Sid, Vince, Tyler TaHe, Rubbabandz Killa Kane, Redman Lets go to war, baby! [Chorus: Shyheim] I keep it real, yall know the deal Every man for himself, similar to a battlefield Never wack, its a straight up fact Or dip down in black once you hear the clat-clat [Shyheim] Its be real, aint no time to cash no butterflies Pass the St. Ides, screwface is my disguise Dont look me in my eyes that aint wise The first chump that jumps is the first chump that lies Raw, spell that backward thats war Lay low scarecrow Im knockin at your front door Pointin a pistol to your peekhole, sucker Warning: my trigga finga gets pushy Blaow, a single {shot} straight to the headpiece Decrease the peace and watch the drama increase See Im ruthless, pistol whip a clown toothless Me gettin hit, ludicris Im on my Ps and my Qs Try to put your foot in my shoes kid You gotta pay the diggy-dues I aint the one to play Pammy I leave the head all red like that little orphan Annie Im dressed in black like Streets of Harlem Pat punks pockets down with no problem And get away just like an Unsolved Mystery You dont believe me G, check my pedigree And you can feel how I deal with the {god} damn steel This aint no game, its real [Chorus x2] [Shyheim] Now what' Punk, run and get you guns and premeditate on murderin me, the Godfathers Son And Im from Shaolin, home of the Gottis ['] thugs catch the bodys, catch where I be in the heart of the projects doin foul things Livin like kings, known for pullin stings Grimy as ever, roll my moms when Im broke Keep my ' up to par, never had a tec-tote My record label and the FCC dont like what Im sayin So on the radio, you might not hear this joint playin I got styles like a, prayin mantis Watch me do damage, pin that {nigga} to the canvas My dirty broken language is a secret Shaolin swordstyle, and never do we teach it, so peep it Wu-Tang Killa Bee on the swarm Word bond, I wet your block up like a rain storm You think not, you see red dots on your forehead, youre Elvis Messin with these kids from Shaolin, youll get dealt with Like Tip and Poetic, watch me set it with the quickness Shyheim the good Son comes soon on 12-inches The one man gang, never need an army Killuminati got me at my window with a shotti Like Malcolm, ready to touch anything that moves Everyday lifestyle be a hustle like Smoothe [Chorus x2] [Shyheim] Brown Hornet, uh, Down Low Recka June Lova, Big L Gill-Gill, love you kid Tump, Big Un Ps, Big Grease Big Red, hold it down baby Uh, hah Big Bogey, represent baby Uh, Little Kane You my baby boy, represent kid [ This Iz Real (Clean) Lyrics ]
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