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  • Текст песни Looptroop Rockers - Zombies

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    Тут находится текст песни Looptroop Rockers - Zombies, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Samples: Die! Ah... Zombies!

    Scratch: "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"
    (From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")

    [Promoe]
    Yo, on the rear, let me tell you how I feel
    Recordcompanies seems to misunderstand the word 'deal'
    That means something in it, for both parties
    Not a big piece for the company, and a small one for the artist
    I work the hardest, you sit on a chair
    On ya fat ass, expecting me to share (What?!)
    My name ain't Cher, yours ain't Sonny
    That means; no love between us, only relation is money
    That don't sound funny, but if that is how you want it
    Be consistent, and face the consecvenses
    I'll give you yours, if you give me mines
    But if you give me shit, then I'll step in no time
    Cause I got no time, to waste on BI
    If the BI's BS I'll rather chill in the beehive, 'cause
    Just because I'm an up and coming, hungry MC
    Don't mean I'll settle for a "happymeal-recorddeal"
    I'd rather steal, take your whole shit
    You never gave me nothing, so why should we split the profit? (why?)
    Why should I listen to your opinion if my shit is hot or not,
    When you know nothing 'bout Hip Hop?
    That's why I don't shop my demos
    But instead I let them shop their record-deal, see if I'm interested
    Cause the time's dead, when we stood around
    With the hands in our hands, asking for a helping hand
    Nowadays we cut off your hand, steal your Rolex,
    You still don't know the time, judging from the shit you signed

    (Chorus 2x):
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might comprehending the message I sent
    Independent is not a trend,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.

    [Cos.m.i.c]
    yo, I wish styles under control like the 'Break-crew'
    Cause when we breakthrough
    When I control my supervises like you
    Telling you the shit you got here, is not hot
    See it's as a bunch of Davids, with rocks and slingshots (pow!)
    Pointed out Goliath, come on and try us
    But they ain't a crew of lions, represent can never buy us
    Zombies for hire, occasional hit-makers
    Resurrect to the expect to collect papers
    Wake up, it's your relation (ah, ah) built on loyalty
    And what about self-respect and royalties? (What?)
    DVSG's, forever independent MC's
    As long as the industry is still filled with friend enemies
    You got yourself deal, but good luck
    But since the honesty is the best policy, -Ha you suck!
    While me and mines be legendary like swob and Don D
    You be a walking dead -A Zombie.

    (Chorus 2x):
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might cropping in the message I sent
    Independent is not a dream,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.

    Scratch:
    "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"
    (From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")

    [Promoe]
    Yo, MCs are living dead, giving head to majors
    But ain't no recordcompany humping me, cause I got flavor
    They can't calm me, into being a zombie
    As long as EmBee keeps hooking me with bomb beats
    So blow up "the Vampire Snake building"
    We building, on how to protect the children
    From the modern day tyro bagel
    To overcome Gods language buried a 'two-turntables'
    And a microphone, the forces of he darkness in the danger zone
    Cause ugh, LoopTroop represent the sons
    So when you nosferatos, we desperados with guns, and torpedoes
    Blowing up blood sucking (ah) mosquitoes, and reload
    To kill super eagles and libidos
    Not a question of 'if', It's a question of 'when'
    You and your punk friends, ain't no longer a trend
    You get dropped like Jim, from your bullshit label
    Now you're at home, watching bullshit cable
    At your bullshit table, with your remote control
    Wishing that you would have had at least remotely created control
    Of your product, before you cremated your soul
    Got packed like corned beef, marked it in and sold (whoa)

    (Chorus 2x):
    Yo kid, rewind (ah, ah)
    Listen to the shit again
    Next time you might cropping in the message I sent
    Independent is not a dream,
    But the only way of life
    Cause I'm not really alive
    If somebody else control my destiny,
    Making the important choices for me
    Then I'm a walking dead -A Zombie.

    Whoa, whoa, a zombie

    Scratch:
    "Bring all your zombies, I'll re-bury em"
    (From High and Mighty's "Open mic night")

    Упаковано как солонина, отмечено и продано (ух ты)

    (Припев 2x):
    Йоу, пацан, перемотай (ах, ах)
    Послушай дерьмо ещё раз
    В следующий раз ты можешь обрезать сообщение, которое я отправил
    Независимость — это не мечта,
    Но единственный образ жизни
    Потому что я на самом деле не живой
    Если кто-то другой контролирует мою судьбу,
    Делает важные выборы за меня
    Тогда я ходячий мертвец — зомби.

    Ух ты, ух ты, зомби

    Скрэтч:
    "Приводите всех своих зомби, я их заново похороню"
    (Из "Open mic night" группы High and Mighty)

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