Текст, перевод и аккорды “Da Baddest Poet”
- Cops ain't shit to me Jobs ain't nothing but free pens and long distance calls Thought I had it all, the God got birth control I've never paid parking ticket: It's 20 dollars now or 300 then; You want your money, come and get it But better bring 200 guns and a 100 men I've killed a million pens and thrown some stones, but never lost a bet Looking at the fossil on my wrist like Is my five minutes up yet? Got more time te relax now; So I can say, Fuck the industry. Went for Rupert Murdoch's throat and left with Rawkus trying to sign me You can't buy me I'm holding my chips 'till I land on last base I didn't burn any bridges; I never needed none of 'em in the first place 'Cuz money made is money gone is money never had Money here only pretends to care for the people we leave around Always pack light 'cuz the guns are packing suckers All mad 'cuz someone else paid' em Shaking in their waste-your-life-away stance 'Cuz it's cool to be tragically hip: Fools rule the Universe - it's O.K. You say you want blood but drink piss all day I say hang the queen from every streetlight on every Washington Street Tell 'em it's difficult to have sex on waterbeds 'Cuz most of us can't afford waterbeds And if we could, we'd move out the hipster settlement of Oakland (The fine line between low icome and no income) I can't read no lips 'cuz I am stone Always wanted to be a rapper But when I finally made it there, no one wanted me Since no one wants me here In the immortal words of Ice-T: You should have killed me last year. Bit in the mere mortal words of me I've torn up some rebuttals and lost some friends But like the old saying goes If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em. I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army MC's don't want beef, they wnna shake my hand Then make a diss song about me Idiots live to outdo their shortcoming While my inner Napoleon is frying the biggest fish I hold the gridge like a mic and a girl like a cross People say I'm vague But we know who's in vogue and when the revolution comes All you'll know how to do is beg The white man... is the fucking Devil The white man is the baddest poet
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