Che Broadway - In About 4 Seconds [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample]

In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample]

In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample]

[Che Broadway]
Gimme FOUR fucking six packs
And THREE bags of boom
TWO boxes of blunts
ONE mic
And gimme room


[Verse #1: Che Broadway]
I keep the set charged you face the Shado entourage
Me & the mic we go together just like parallel bars
Sun I'm straight
I hold my own weight so hesitate
You choose to violate the dire straights you feel the sires weight
As u approach the fires gate now the blaze is like slate
But you a day late & a dollar short & got ya collar caught
Life ain't no fucking sport
Restrain games to thought
Die tech the concept my text is being taught
The native crook resorts to lyrical feats of force
Ya whole set look fake like the land of the lost
& No remorse
I pull more bitches than a Porche
& I got more lyrics than there's ads in The Source
Now who the boss?
& It's not Tony Micelli
I rocket at the buzzer like Mario Ellie
I'm busting caps like skelly
At ya vicious ass piece of jelly
With Jim Kelly
& 2 cellies
You in my way you getting sliced from yo ass to yo belly
Make cold cuts like a deli out some comp that's playing hero
I stomp you like Deniro
Compared to me ya less than zero
I make figures fuck lotto
My style is desperado
Strictly skills the motto
Peep the cobra when he's hissing
Shado's on competition like a lion on a christian
Quit the bitching
I connect lines like transition
That's that bullshit man
Like suspicion
You wanna take me down like the Joker did Grisham?
I'm focused like a prism & I'm stacked like addition
You didn't listen
You're like a bitch
Fuck this
You can't tell me shit I never leave a witness

[Hook][x2]
In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample]

[Che Broadway]
Gimme FOUR fucking six packs
And THREE bags of boom
TWO boxes of blunts
ONE mic
And gimme room


[Verse 2: Che Broadway]
You tried to flip on the slick sick veteran
I'm crumbling the walls down the fucking halls of medicine
No treatment
I'm sticking with lyrical impeachment
You slipping
I reach in & pull the fucking fleets in
For sleeping & wishing
My greetings demolition
Ya feet's in abyss &
Ya ass deep in composition
The pole is for position
Submission
No more repetition
I heat the electronics
& Keep a sack of chronic
Jamaican rum & tonic
I bomb the set atomic
Burn stages with the waves
I plague bubonic
The Shado come with sonnets
Of sonic proportion
I scrape u like abortion
Divorce you from the mic
Begin the illmatic contortion of ya life
Ya rolled up then smoked up in the ciph
Then Gen-an come thrashing wombat fashion
Block speed knots you out the Bach with Sebastian
That weak shit u passing
Must stop in all reality
I'm burning like a calorie
Losing my morality
Recharge the battery
Then bust with lethal acid
I come with diesel massive to sun a fucking bastard
The Metafizik classic
Flip the mystic basket
Open up the drastic & bend u like a plastic comb
Let's get it armored the Mack mastadon
I drop psalms on you pawns from mother fucking dusk til dawn
Without the vampire
Shados the man to hire
Drop more watts than a hercules amplifier
& You retire off top the hit list
You can't tell me shit
I never leave a witness


[Hook][x4]
In About 4 Seconds [KRS-ONE Sample]

[Che Broadway]
Gimme FOUR fucking six packs
And THREE bags of boom
TWO boxes of blunts
ONE mic
And gimme room