Представляем точный текст композиции "Whatever" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jeru The Damaja . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Whatever» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jeru The Damaja передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jeru The Damaja - "Whatever"
Lyrics to Whatever : [Intro] Ayo...(whats up')...theres a lotta motherfuckers out here with a style similar to mine nowadays, you know what I mean' (For reals) Be tryin to like...they infiltrated the camp, and now they, they wanna take the style and claim it for they owns, ya know' (Thats how you feel') But Imma blowem up, cause its just like, whatever, you know what Im sayin' (Whatever) [First Verse] Its too strategical and mathematical I rotate so fast that I appear invisible I keep it chemical, but never subliminal The force centrifugal and spiritual You got static' Get grounded, cause Ive mastered electrical Mostly mental, but dont sleep on the physical Ignorance gotem chatterin, one even said I was a son to him Still my LP is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause Now that Im back on the set my foes drop like hoes drawers in a brothel, only dealin with whats logical Applied science left MCs penetrable The leaders stroke is apocalyptic Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics And if you want it, the Monks can make it hectic Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] [Unknown:] "And to all yall crews...whatever" [Second Verse] Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin The ultimate MC equation Ferromagnetic, ask my pops, its genetic Thats why Im a weedhead and not an alcoholic Call it whatever you want to call it Devils just know that its some form of arithmetic Hieroglyphic, cause you can picture this shit The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics Got MCin locked down like a convict Blowin up opposition as I maneuver through it And to make sure its overstood, I stick around Popular like crime in ghetto neighbourhoods Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson, kids, check it out So whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo scratching] [Lord Finesse:] "I gotta do my thing...I represent" [Unknown:] "And to all yall crews, whatever" [Third Verse] Fire, flames, heat up the competition Spontaneous combustion, like the Popes religion your style of emceein is Paganism Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian But your niggas soup you up like Lipton The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emceein strikes again The snake bites again, but Im immune to the poisonous venom, ask the devil, he knows Im dangerous Freak on the mic, but not sexual Call me unalike cause my rhymes are never homo Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono Fire burn Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo Whatever you want to do, make it clever Whatever, whatever, whatever [Primo Scratching] [Lord Finesse:] "I gotta do my thing...I represent" [Unknown:] "And to all yall crews, whatever" [ Whatever Lyrics ]
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