Перевод песни Pras – Can't Stop The Shining (Rip Rock Pt. 2)
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Your minutemen don't stand a chance inside mi casa Even with viagra disband god no may I say nada I used to be naive and dress fresh when I was small Now I line these niggas up against the wall and grab they balls! I like to hear the tone of their voice when it's high pitch! It's the only way to seperate the mens from the bitch! The loyal from the snitch, I dig a ditch when they twitch! Bring 'em to their knees no higher than my hem stitch You trying to verbal me you bound to end up voiceless! You wanna change your plea but now your ass is choiceless I illuminate the atmosphere a million watts strong Before Free like BC your night was weeks long You can't stop my shine, my state of being's too sublime Too refined, too inapetet to be defined I've got a round and automatic for you mortals out of line See I'm your worst nightmare, I'm striking in the daytime! What?! You Can't Stop The Shining You wanna stop the shining? Can't Stop The Shining You Can't Stop The Shining Hey yo, My subject matters travels in three different states Gas, liquid, solid-Decelerate your heart rate I duplicate the sound god makes when he farts in space Make you say (indecipherable) Them cats say I'm wicked The way I just kick it The man for the 150, too scientific For you to come and get it Won't you just quit it? Stop all the gimmick, bust it! Hey yo, peep it! Suck the blood out of you diagnose you an enemic Hundred miles runnin', hundred shots gunnin' Ha I just got your catch, yeah you can keep runnin' The impact of the rush will leave you decapitated None reinstated Your style's been deflated You won't quite make it, Dirty Cash just invaded -- yeah! I know you prayed for my downfall Curse all you cats whose down with Babylon You Babylon I'll battle you unto the break of dawn Or better yet 'til we can identify flying aliens! Well I'll be smooth sailing, all you chameleons Mortal beings, what?! Pure earthlings--Yeah! Traveling through the bowels of Brooklyn blood as a hallogen Standing on Flatbush hollering with my hooligans Unify my styles like the Russian and the (indecipherable) I'm platinum plus and you're silver still and... Yo, My power to weight ratio makes it capable for me to carry hundred thousand pound boast radios Fuckin'with the «Can-I», is like stepping on a live land mine behind enemy lines Military paratroops with camouflage parachutes in flight suits and boots landing on your roof Eliminate the target is the prime objective I create psychic walls harder than cement is Nobody enters, nobody exits I wreck shit with methods, electric like the Pentagon's fences MC's with the hype-nitis disease are like crack fiends with the hepatitis B vaccine Navy Seal team make a bitch scream Make 'em suck a dick dipped in vaginal cream 'Cause you mothafuckas ain't worth the earth that you walk on You ain't worth the paper plates prisoners eat pork on! Mothafuckas!!! Rip Rock part two! Yeah-- So what the fuck you wanna do?