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Tekst piosenki

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]

Vordul Mega: Mmm. We in here. Yeah

C-Rayz Walz: Metal Gear Yung Havok, C Walz


[Verse 1: Vordul Mega]

From hard

Times, write lines for ones we lost

Songs stressed, full of kids with pagers and gold

Crosses, living without a pot to piss in

Coming out of cribs to live in obstacles of hard decisions

Tired of hoping and wishing. Witness

Brothers make a living pushing cokes out the kitchen

Though we suffered watching each other

In and out of institutions, losing our shahada

While girls complaining they dudes ain’t copping

‘Em Prada, me and mine skate dramas

Puffing L’s late nights with hunger

In front of Mama Fry, munching on chicken

And peach cobblers. Times when I was in and out

Of dungeons for dolos. No fears of getting

Robbed even though we know anything could

Happen. My folks telling me I need to make

Changes like, “It’s best to sticks to the rapping”

So I’m over here, snapping my fingers

To keep to beats. Flowing over instrumental

Tracks and still got love for streets



[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]

Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We Mega, street repping. Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We, we Mega, street repping


[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]

Ready to pump CDs. Not for the

Ice—just to keep produce up in the freezer

Fire it up in the clubs. People keep

Filling their cups like they’re drinking for Jesus (How high?)

Be fly ‘til I turn to a bird, same

Way these thoughts turn into word (Justice). I’m just

Nice, roll with brothers that’s just ice, hungry

For a week, deep, eating smushed rice. Mind straight

Pull strings violent, pimp you without Ben-Ari

A Puerto Rican Muslim, I’ve been aquí. You could

Take it as left wig or right hair/here. Never fight

Fair, fresh like a new pair... got you

Study discipline at the master’s pace (Yo, who wanna)

(Jump quick?). Drops of water’ll slash your face

The Trinity of street humor and spiritual fact

Politically charged statements with rhythm on wax



[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]

Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We Mega, street repping. Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We, we Mega, street repping


[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]

[C-Rayz Walz]

Caught up in the cultivation, cold sensation of cul-

-tured patience, coping to coach a nation of mad souls

In the Year of the Beast, I’m ten-deep in the street, repping

Holding my head like a weapon concealed—I’m a mad soul

New York needs a coat this winter. Cold-hearted pigs

Get bacon trying to poke my ninjas. Po-lices is

Trifest in crisis. We writing the slaughter, sort of

Sicker than mixing liquor with Vitamin Water

Horror at your fetus. Holler back if you a genius

Ayatollah sees the truth ‘cause they believe us. In the crowd

With heaters, remove the shroud. The vow-keeper

Switch styles. Fouls astound seekers. Prowl

Profound teachers, I was eager. I mean, I...

[Vordul Mega]

I learned a lot coming out of burning blocks

Time to turn the clock forward to better ways

Of getting paid. Days when everything seemed

[?]. Got to change ‘cause the grains

Of sands accumulating quickly at the bottom

And the pain is getting out of hands. Now I

Gotta stand on my two and pay dues



[Hook: C-Rayz Walz and Vordul Mega]

Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We Mega, street repping. Who wanna

Jump quick? Yo, how high? How

High? Do or die? Who am I?

Brothers is doing ‘em. Who is him?

We, we Mega, street repping 

Tłumaczenie