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Мова пісні: Англійська
Trading Places |
| Check the rhythm it takes |
| I break cyclones |
| I might as well fuck up your head |
| When my mind’s alone |
| While zoning in cloud nine |
| Ski slope over the Alpine |
| Correct tone condoned |
| When vocalizing what I felt to minimize |
| Clap your hands |
| It’s the all American Band Stand up |
| Don’t mind me as I unlock myself from these cuffs |
| Then the uppercut cuts off circulation to conduct |
| Picture this scenery if it was to erupt |
| Tough luck |
| Your stuff doesn’t make any sense that’s why your image timid cowardly |
| And no one cares what you got going for yourself |
| So set no boundaries |
| Unless you actually achieve better health |
| What is this anyway? |
| A candle light dinner with that special loved one in a classy environment |
| With music to be composed by a DJ |
| Well I’m not having it |
| Then and only then I need to insinuate savageness |
| Tell me about the good old days |
| In many ways it seems to be reverting its comeback |
| Then when it’s attacking |
| Relax when it happens |
| I might’ve knocked you off course due to the simple reaction |
| This is my box |
| No one could enter it |
| Within the center of exiting exodus |
| Next notable motion could cause arrogance |
| The terror beyond anything that’s irrelevant |
| Class picture’s fakest smile |
| I’m thinking fuck a scene |
| You ain’t my friends |
| You ain’t my pal |
| My enemies are up front with me |
| Bury the back stabbers |
| And body bag the bottom feeders |
| You don’t want to fight |
| I’ll make the war happen |
| More scrapping |
| Napkins for your open wounds |
| Even if you’re not a scenester |
| I don’t got a problem either |
| Fools are awful eager |
| To cross the creature |
| Who gave them confidence |
| When they were non-believing |
| Cock blocking Condoleezzas |
| Yeah boy! |
| You’re acting like my right hand bitch |
| Well your limelight lifespan fits |
| In my right hand’s grip |
| Your flows are ugh! |
| Your shows are oh! |
| Where did all the people go? |
| Your dough is low |
| Your groupies are on tweak and blow |
| Their facial features decomposed a week ago |
| Make them hoes eat a do-nut |
| Or a pizza |
| Bro' what |
| I’m a seasoned pro slut |
| I got a crew |
| We all know I never needed one |
| I heard your words of wisdom and I never heeded one |
| I heard them tracks man |
| You need to get them beats to bump |
| All respect due |
| My opinion is they’re weak as fuck |