Текст и перевод песни MF DOOM - Contact Blitt

Contact Blitt

Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!

You gots to keep on, the break of dawn shit
Smoke the cancer sticks, and you don't quit
We'll never never know no whole tour bit
Known was Zev X The O.E. alcoholic
I still get paid sums I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the broke drums
Stunts get down thumbs I think a stunts a dunce
My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts!
Went on this tour once, bus was loco
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z
Deep in Cali near the valley where it seldom rains
Sess is the best to all, except cells in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid you did
Get on that bus you'd be one red eye shut eye lid kid
Word miz, the Iz had the whole crew relaxing
Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and
Quest wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco
He had one more, to bust 'em down, now
I'm peeping oynx asking Baby Chris about the back drop
Fixin' his flack top, damn I hate that flat top
Just then the bus driver had the nerve said
"Stop the smoke" he curving and swerving
He popped junk like the sea sick sailor would fuss
Not like we got top bunks like on that De La bus
This was a Greyhound, the budget wasn't over most, low budget
So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose
We puffed his bluff, he wasn't bullshittin
The next L was lit'en and hit'en, so now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had to shake us down
For 5 yards, between the gods that's might trife
Mad heads make mad frowns no night life
Bitch ass bus driver wanna bring his white wife
Now I ready to hitchhike, a six-four, one switch
Plus he said no bitches on the bus except for his one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicating Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife
You might think that's a bitch, because gates was the shit
But only one week and count until the show at the Ritz

And you don't quit, til the last Philly is split
Get a buzzed bus driver off the contact blitz

And you don't quit, til the last Philly is lit
Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blitz

Contact Blitt

Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!
Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on!

You've got to keep on, that's what you do at the break of dawn
Smoking those cancer sticks, and you never seem to quit
We'll never, ever know the whole tour thing
Zev X The O.E. alcoholic, that's who you were known as
I still get paid when I write albums
Sip the coke rums, and loop those broke drums
Your stunts get thumbs down, I think you're a dunce
My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts!
I went on this tour once, the bus was crazy
From Albuquerque to somewhere like Acapulco
It was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z
Deep in Cali, near the valley where it seldom rains
Sess is the best, except for its effect on brain cells
If you ever did it, God forbid
You'd be a one-eyed shut-eye lid kid on that bus
Word, my friend, the Iz had the whole crew relaxed
Boogie Brown with the box, booming out new tracks
Quest wanted a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco
He had one more, to smoke it down, now
I'm watching Oynx asking Baby Chris about the backdrop
Fixing his flat top, damn I hate that flat top
Just then the bus driver had the nerve to say
"Stop the smoke," he shouted, curving and swerving
He popped junk like a seasick sailor would fuss
It's not like we had top bunks like on that De La bus
This was a Greyhound, the budget wasn't much, it was low-budget
So screw it, let the jerk overdose
We called his bluff, he wasn't kidding
The next L was lit and passed around, so now he's quitting
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day
He said he'd take us down, but he had to shake us down
For 5 yards, that's not cool between the gods
Mad heads making mad frowns, no nightlife
Bitch-ass bus driver wanted to bring his white wife
I'm ready to hitchhike, a six-four, one switch
Plus he said no women on the bus except for his own
The guys got edgy like a knife
Dedicating Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife
You might think that's being a bitch, because Gates was the shit
But only one week until the show at the Ritz

And you don't quit, until the last Philly is split
Get that buzzed bus driver off the contact blitz

And you don't quit, until the last Philly is lit
Get that buzzed bus driver over the contact blitz