Перевод песни Boogie Down Productions – Essays on BDP-ism
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Am I supposed to stand here? These bright lights, I'll probably get a tan here Scott, turn up the master So I can hear, and talk faster I'm the Blastmaster, cos I'm blasted I know a lot of y'all are shocked that I've lasted But Blastmaster is a subtitle KRS ONE is more vital And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say, «He just dissed us! He got a problem, yo, he's conceited» I'm not conceited, they just couldn't beat it Cos when I'm in a club I like to mingle Seconds later they're playin' that single Loud as a collision and pumped up dramatically So the people in the place will automatically Time it, and dance right behind it Those that have it on tape will rewind it It's not surprising, we rock parties Anywhere, anyone, anybody Some sound shoddy, like cardboard But I'm blessed, praise the lord You see I like to study, I like money I like eatin' wheat bread with honey But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road become weak They can't think, they can't speak Unself-sufficient, cos they're leeching I'm not dissin', I'm simply teachin' Well if you notice, not once Have I said Scott's name to gain fame See it's a shame that they're blinded If they had a piece of paper I'd sign it That's called an autograph, this is called a class I've only come to educate the mass Of young people, to this there's no sequel Just a message, be peaceful And loving, but not a sucker And stay away from negative motherfuckers They only pull you down with their hate But wait, here's somethin' to meditate... Downratin' statements you always seem to make You never wanna create cos b-boys you don't affiliate You're self-whipped cos you claim it's not a gift To execute the rhyme on time without a shift You only utter negativity, never productivity For the b-boy talent or b-boy productivity Yet when all the currency comes in tax free You wanna see me? My name is Kris and now you guessed this I got X-ray vision and I'm lookin' through your game It's the same, what a shame, now take aim on what I shall obtain Absolute respect from you, con, cos now you know it I'm Blastmaster KRS ONE, short for poet I do not read the paper, I read the dictionary Cos nuclear destruction, yeah, AIDS just doesn't scare me The girls be lookin' sweeter, the cops be lookin' meaner Carryin' bigger gun, shoot the people for fun If you could realise this you won't be called a toy But yet a b-boy, and I know you'll enjoy Just coolin' out without a doubt, l ivin' life a little different Yeah, different, never innocent, with a little dilligence I am only 20, yet here's my present level Just one of the Boogie Down Production crew rebels Our reputation grows as the music gets vicious I will succeed while you suckers make wishes Time and time again I prove to be exciting But time and time again you prove to be biting I need no judge, no jury, no lawyers With DJ Scott La Rock, better known as The Destroyer!