Текст, перевод и аккорды “Booby Trap”
- feat. Dexter Wiggles [Intro: RZA] Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo [RZA] When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple I'm football head, I put your head Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam' Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic [Chorus: Dexter Wiggles] Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap [RZA] Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts Beef, and get drown in Hunt's Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty [Chorus 2X] [RZA] I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men One line, cause MC's to write their albums down Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all Living luxury, destructively, conductively Improper nature, privately and publicly Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted My earth gave birth to a universal, change us Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture Like they white washing sculptures Like they snatching down my posters But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta [Chorus 2X]
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