Текст, перевод и аккорды “Turbulence”
- Verse One: Boldly go only to sew the block up,lock shit down, Mama told me you's the giant Pump out the nose cold,crimewave,host em, baratone throne So defiant, they stole the science from the o.g. carbon copies,sloppy,trying To muscle out the o.d. slapshot,can't get it past the goalie mask Stonefinger roam, royalty zone off, henn, gin rummy stunts, cummin in sums, writing on ya tummy hun Low stamina, still hungry some, asthma, clogged up, Ramus smog, dialogue, dorm plasma, road hog it all, hammers No matter what, the track's right and exact,it matters,the scanners listen System jammer, right on ya rack, black panther on a mission Right back at you,ready to cook this shit! Babylon apple, natu-wu (natural) habitat, stone statues(planes crashin!) Verse Two: Robotron golden arms, pentagon brain cell, all to gain, chained to the bumper. Wolfgang hunters, field goal punters tone,steel toe eruption, it's a gusher! Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born criminals foul within the isle Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat through, me devil lies that's sized of cathedrals. The track more lethal, came back to see you Finish the job off proper, live wire shit, spit the lava,the helicopter hit you, flyin saucers, of course,may the force not be with you These bengals that dangle, sinister phantom menace, hansome are my lenses, all in the register, speakin my spanish, clips like banana grips, bananza, dressed fancy in the club, Halle Barry slowdance, we romance, now gimme love (more planes,and pilots panicing.) Verse Three: Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill him some more with some old fashion smooth shit, long winded, splendid the bomb blow, on the whole a ruthless, butter roll flow. Show improvement? This shit is cool whip to me, when i throw off the wool. This music with a mule kick, eight ball in the side pocket corner, one mark the chalk, gimme my poolstick, smoked the dipped, notes by the throat, full grip, scud puddy in my hands, fans, read the blueprints, the truth, the slang you bit? To form in a sentence, the cold winters I spent with splinters, the apprentice under Rza's training, he sang, each aim's vintage, aimin at you swine eater, wifebeater scoundrels, stolen vowel theives, i'm swollen now, Collen Powel relief, throw the towel in, tools in, full spin, school em again, show em that the wise could rejuvinize all these hoodlums,don't sleep he could win. Pull a pen, it's full again,celeb, all on the web on a conquest, no disturbance, address it to ya chest, you're in turbulance,mighty men vitamin d. Rest in peace to my nigga bigga b.love you g. (repeat)
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