Текст и перевод песни Redstar Radi - Back to the Roots

Back to the Roots

Back to the roots
تكي هذا مع إلي سابقينو
لنا real mcs
موش لي سارقينو
باين نجمة هوينو
تقطع عبيثة كيف الويد تلهويثة
درابوا الموفمة هازينو
Back to the classic
90s موشي توا هذومة
Plastic
اني ملا في بياستك إنت جاي تعبي في كاستك
ما فما ما تضيف كفيف أعمى عينك من تلفزتك
Fuck off
موش أنستك تسعة في الرف
مزينين كي العساكر شادين الصف
حرام ما نشري التحف
خلي عاجبني نشوفهم نتذكر فاش قعدت نايك في سنيني
نغني أوه على حنيني إيه اش فما بعد كملت لنا سيقت
كالوباء طلعت خطفت عصفور هاني رجعت
Independant nigga
حسان ما يكون انشالله كان الخير
Trust me nigga
Punchline
بونيا تراه نشوف شفما شكون
Get the fuck up dog
اش جابك هوني
تحت القاعة ارية
أمسيات محرمة مجرمة
تكلا افات بالصرمة
يا بو الخدود الورمة
Oldschool
Nation niggaz in the motherfuckin high situation
Gta mouch fi playstaion
Thug untill i die
معنديش فرد عندي ريشة حبارا حمرة نضوي كيف لمبارة
الفرق بعيد ياسر مكثر لي تحكي عليهم
Bitchez
أما بلا سفاسر جيبتهالنا كواسر
بؤر التعفيط حل السرة تلقى خيط هكا شنوة ريت
Sucker fake
فشلون طير كالبالون إنت كبيرك عشرة ميترو عندي المراطون سبعة سنين موش تاعب شي
Keep it real man i say fuck fame money i do it for my son

Rap thugs kif pac
راب ألحق موش كي تنطلق لنا سبق الرادي واش راك
كتب الحروف باش غطاك إنت عريان كنت تي موش عريان تي والو
نيك أمها كنت زنطان
No you don't
بادي مالقسم لول عاش معايا كبر لين ولينا فرد طول تزبرت به علمسؤل
عالناس الظالمة هربت بيه سكنتو بين اش خريفش باك وبالمر
Hip hop ki christopher wallace
موش في المرادي بلص كي مولاه يموت في شارع خلص
علعتبة كيفما تولد كيفما تنفس بين الحوم عاش كبر
كي بوه يتبولد لولد
Master of ceromony outlaw nigga
عندو
A lot of enemy vlaminal you fellin me
Backstage bastards big radicali killer am gonna make disaster
فما قلم مسمام لنا
Tempo
نشد حتى على مقص الحجام موش كلام غرام إلي قعدلنا
Black shit redbandit
والكمان في الوذنين كمبتون
EllyKelly moved to NY brooklyn
قليل شكون ما سمعتش فما إلي عطيتهم الوذن أما
Copy
ما طلعتش اني وقفت ما قطعتش حمدلله هكا علخر
هذومة شيت و ما يهمني شكون لول شكون لخر لا انتمي إنت ملهوف نوت مي خويا
العقرب موش كي أم البوية المرض و الحبس منرضىهاش لعدويا كي عيشتي هكا نومرويا
ما نحبش جوجمة عايلتي أولى بوقتي إلي تبقى للموفمة
Hip hop one love
ما نغير عشيري علي ما نخير امانة عندي مخليه بالك يلحق الصغير يكمل بعدي
بوه مريض ونعدي
Fake rapper
شوف وين تنيك بيتش تقاعدي

Back to the Roots

Back to the roots
This is for those who came before us
For the real MCs
Not the ones who steal
Their star is obvious
It cuts through the nonsense like a weed whacker
They carry the mic with passion
Back to the classic
90s not this current stuff
Plastic
I'm full in my own essence, you come to fill your cassette
There's nothing to add, blind man, close your eyes from your TV
Fuck off
Not nine on the shelf
Decorated like soldiers standing in line
It's a shame not to buy masterpieces
Let me enjoy looking at them and remember when I wore Nike in my years
I sing oh for my longing, yes, what is there after our destiny is complete
Like a plague, I appeared, snatched a bird of joy, and returned
Independent person
May Hassan be well, God willing, only good things
Trust me
Punchline
Look carefully, let's see who's there
Get the fuck up
What brought you here
Under the visible hall
Forbidden, criminal evenings
Troublesome plagues
Oh, you with the swollen cheeks
Oldschool
Nation of people in the motherfuckin high situation
GTA not on Playstation
Thug until I die
I don't have a feather, I have a red squid pen, I light up like a match
The difference is huge, you talk too much about them
Bitches
But without pimps, I brought them as conquerors
Hotbeds of drifting, open the belly button, you find a thread, that's what I saw
Sucker fake
They fail, fly like a balloon, your big one is ten meters dead, I have a marathon of seven years, not tired of anything
Keep it real, I say fuck fame, money, I do it for my child

Rap thugs like Pac
Real rap, not like when you start a race for us, Radi, what do you want
He wrote the letters to cover you, you were naked, you were nothing
Fuck her, you were a prisoner
No you don't
Starting from the first part, he lived with me, grew up until we became one length, I trained him, taught him responsibility
I ran away from the oppressive people, I settled him between autumn leaves and bitterness
Hip hop like Christopher Wallace
Not in the markets, but like his owner, dying in a paid street
On the doorstep, like you were born, like you breathe, lived and grew up among the neighborhoods
Like his father gives birth to a child
Master of ceremony, outlaw
He has
A lot of enemies, criminal, you feelin me
Backstage bastards, big radical killer, I'm gonna make a disaster
We have a poisoned pen
Tempo
I even hold on to the cupping scissors, not love talk, what remains for us
Black shit, red bandit
And the violin in the ears, Compton
EllyKelly moved to NY, Brooklyn
Few haven't heard, some I gave an ear to, but
Copy
I didn't rise, I stopped, I didn't cut, thank God, that's it
This is bullshit, and I don't care who's first, who's last, I don't belong, you're eager, note me, brother
The scorpion is not like the mother of paint, sickness and prison, I don't wish it on my enemy, as I lived, this is my number
I don't like gossip, my family comes first, the time that remains is for the mic
Hip hop one love
I don't change my friends, on what I choose, a trust I have, maybe it will reach the little one, continue after me
His father is sick and I pass by
Fake rapper
See where you get fucked, bitch, retire