Перевод песни Artifacts – Who's This ?
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Who's this? With the vocal pitch, I blitz We be the top choice, moist, voice my script Significant, different styles on instinct Make sense, when rockin rhymes over instruments Known for the graf, although the crowd comes first Activist, specialist, of the ultimate verse All subjects correct, image is the key If you want your peers respect show versatility Type strange, how the whole sound is rearranged Changed, so many players entered in the game But not these two, we past dues, smash crews You ask what's the task slash we bringin the news Dialogue, strong, not your average cabbage Savage on the mic while other crews can't manage Cause in these times the rhymes pay all things Rent, bills plus your diamond pinky ring Comin from the Bricks, all mics we rip (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) With the fat penmanship for the championship (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) Fat tracks, lyrics, New Jerus click (who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) We comin from the back with the ultimate blitz (Who's this? Kickin in your Benzi box crisp) Holy Moses, I'ma come down like drug doses With a voltage, cause I'm ready to shock whoever's closest Bold enough to dismiss tricks, up in the mix With my rhyme skit, bad with the ad-libs behind it Time it, the rapper's precionist, ain't no dissin us It's just, another rap attack for your to discuss It's us, fresh in the flesh, up in your session Wildin out like sex without protection Right before your eyes I'ma rise up and size up The status of the rappers while I sit in the back, smokin my cabbage Managin, not to get involved with the pet-ty We ever ready, cuttin comp like a mach-ete Not the one to glorify guns, I'd rather drop it on the one And make the funds for my late night weed runs Dum dums, wanna do bids and start they static They better ease back like Kraftmatic Superficial rhymes on top for y'all to see How we react on wax, DJ included exactly Autographs in black books, dodgin from the crooks Recognize the stats, don't act for ill looks But I keep a straight path like the subway stay Underneath from deep in the depths of NJ I be the one to get the job done, Tame One Got funk like the Bop Gun, burnin with the powers of a hot sun Makin my mark after dark like I'm a criminal Break hard rocks to minerals like, ten star generals Is it the way we slay the stages, that make these neighbors hate us We fillin up the pages with the game like Las Vegas New Jersey native, ten minuts from the Money Makin Stay rooted with the buddha like Jamaicans