Fu-Schnickens - Got it Covered [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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We got it covered
We got it covered
We got it covered

Open ya eyes surprise oh my gosh
Who that kickin that wrap he's super
Just like cat atthough ya knew that
The way we think is totally deranged
Kickin shit that's strange unifying our brains
But holy moly it's the tall guy so make way
As I conquer my styles electrifying
I'll shock you more than blanka
It's factual supernatural now bust the actual
Picture as I fix as you sink into my mixture
Yeah my styles is deep so get ya dictionaries
I got ya name up on the frame from the obituary
My stylistic is futuristic also simplistic
Pack wit protein plus more flavor than a
Mystic juice produce a dr. like seuss
Could it be I'm livin triple
Fat just like the goose on ya mark set go!
Yo let's get physical it's critical scientifical my mystical
Style will sting ya like a poisonous bug
While I'm crashing threw ya wall like that kool-aid jug
I got it covered

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Chadibbidy bibbidy yumpa yimminie
Yo gimme the mic yikes I jumps like Jiminy (who?)
Cricket watch me kick it hops an bust shots like Yosemite
Remember me mister, I'm using these fists for
Fury so hurry up put up ya dukes it looks like it's a flurry
Kid I should know it
Yo it's the poet watch my flow
Get quicker every time I rip the mic here I'mma show it, it's the
Crew in this to win this giving you the boot and if ya riff
Or you're gonna wanna, I'm a comma shootin with
My ray gun say some way I comes wit
Shit to make ya dizzy when I gets busy kid
And once it's said properly
I believe no topping me
No stopping me only barricades blocking me
Cuz I'm buckwild, hostile now watch how
I send dem niggas running for The Bible scripts
Ducking bullets now ya clutch ya crucifix
Learned all my styleses from the kung fu flicks
Wanna battle area code 666
Cause it's the napper rapper
Lyrics slap ya jab ya clap on, clap off
After I freak the clapper
This nigga freaks it keep it
On the hush now peep it
Got enough curses my verses so your fucking, bleep it
You herbs, you heard, the style, yes and the words
I choose to use to bruise all crews and kick them to curb
Yo it's a pity, ya itty bitty we ran the city
From state to state from pole to pole whole kiddie committee got it covered

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Now vacate the premises I'm knockin out teeth
So check ya dentisted my styles horrendous and tremendous
Come wit more game than genesis
But some say my word play can get real
Obnoxious, the funky way I kick it, I kick it wicked
Ya dig it! yo yo yo! we got them swaying, smokin like a stogie
Trying to bite our style cause we're in like vogue yes!
And we're comin wit the sheets, whole leap of techniques
Brother way down yonder from depth's beneath
His signs are weakening, damn no pulse!
I think that he's dead, we're losing him
Ahh fuck it just cover his head, we got it covered

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