[Intro: DJ Kay Slay] [简介： DJ凯杀死]

It's a time for martyrs now, as the rap game that's in a crisis 这是一个时间的烈士，现在，随着RAP的游戏，在危机中

Record sales continue to decline, record labels are mergin 唱片销量继续下滑，唱片公司都mergin

And cats got confused on what's real hip hop 和猫弄糊涂了什么是真正的嘻哈

   

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [合唱： Busta押韵]

We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! 我们得到了在说唱游戏的现实生活吐痰！

All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack! 所有的帅哥，你说你很好，但你黑鬼是怪人！

Where my lyricists at?! Where my lyricists at?! 凡我填词人的？凡我填词人的？

Where the fuck you niggas at?! Where the lyricists at?! 在这里你黑鬼在他妈的？凡在抒情诗人？

   

[Verse 1: Big Lou] [诗歌1 ：大娄]

I could carry the weight of Pun, ressurect Big L's lungs 我可以携带双关语的重量， ressurect大L的肺

And jack every single beat that Jam-Master Jay spun 和杰克的每一个节拍，果酱，硕士周杰伦纺

I'm the lyrical son of Rakim, the jab of Bernard Hopkins 我Rakim的抒情儿子伯纳德·霍普金斯大学的刺拳

The voice of B.I.G. and Pac overlooked by Johnnie Coch-aran B.I.G.的声音和PAC忽视了杜琪峰城郊的科奇 - 阿伦

The KRS-One doctrine, the monster in these niggas 该KRS -One的原则，在这些黑鬼怪物

That be posterin I'm robbin 'em in a whip they girlfriend drivin 'em 这被posterin我罗宾时间在一鞭子，他们的女朋友。开EM

I'm butter without the margarine, the crack without the sizzle 我没有黄油的人造黄油，没有嘶嘶声裂

The rain without the drizzle, the hammer without the chizle 没有细雨蒙蒙，没有chizle锤

The baller without the dribble, the scribble Scrabble, the Writer's Block 没有运球控球，涂鸦拼字游戏，在作家的块

I bibble babble have the spit and flip the rip the chain that shackles í比博潺潺有吐和翻转RIP链的束缚

Had to fight and grapple and tackle the Rotten Apple 不得不战斗，格斗和应对烂苹果

I traveled from Camden and met the Drama King at the tabernacle 我是从卡姆登旅行，会见了王舞台剧在会幕

Gave me the juice like a Snapple, ran with it like the Olympics 让我像一个Snapple的果汁，跑了像奥运会

Encrypted my signature on templets for the cake like Krimpets 加密我的签名templets像Krimpets蛋糕

Move Atlantis, I Am Legend, knock a Troy to Armageddon 移动亚特兰蒂斯，我是传奇，磕了特洛伊世界末日

Lyrical prophet the hip hop heavens, raised by Latin Florida Evans 抒情先知的嘻哈天，由拉丁佛罗里达州埃文斯提出

   

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [合唱： Busta押韵]

We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! 我们得到了在说唱游戏的现实生活吐痰！

All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack! 所有的帅哥，你说你很好，但你黑鬼是怪人！

Where my lyricists at?! Where my lyricists at?! 凡我填词人的？凡我填词人的？

Where the fuck you niggas at?! Where the lyricists at?! 在这里你黑鬼在他妈的？凡在抒情诗人？

   

[Verse 2: Papoose] [诗2： Papoose ]

No lyrical content just typical nonsense 没有抒情的内容只是典型的废话

My mental too complexed to listen to garbage 我的精神太络合听垃圾

Every lyric I palm breast he grippin a large tek 每一个抒情ì掌乳房，他grippin大TEK

And killin you God bless that shit is too far fetched 和扼杀你愿上帝保佑那些歌是太牵强

Givin you are a threat then live it don't talk mess 得到安宁，你是一个威胁，那么住这不乱说话

Niggas in projects ain't feelin you more or less 在项目黑鬼们是不是觉得难过，你或多或少

This hittin your heart yes you miserable or stressed 这是地球上你的心脏是你可怜的还是强调

Get rid of you y'all sets, finish your squad next 摆脱你你们套，完成接下来你的球队

Pitiful process with spirits that's part flesh 可怜的过程与精神这部分的肉

We rip through your small chest with critical objects 我们通过您的胸小了关键对象撕裂

Nigga you waan test the general confess 兄弟你waan测试一般认

I'll injure you frauds best in criminal contest 我会伤害你的刑事欺诈大赛最佳

No killa you harmless my birth involves death 没有Killa的你无害我的出生涉及​​死亡

Umbilical cords wrecked my little unborn neck 脐带摧残了我的小胎儿的脖子

Before I get all dressed in greens and oppress 之前，我都穿着绿色和压迫

And walk through the yards vexed I rather graveyard rest 然后步行通过码烦恼我宁愿休息墓地

   

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [合唱： Busta押韵]

We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! 我们得到了在说唱游戏的现实生活吐痰！

All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack! 所有的帅哥，你说你很好，但你黑鬼是怪人！

Where my lyricists at?! Where my lyricists at?! 凡我填词人的？凡我填词人的？

Where the fuck you niggas at?! Where the lyricists at?! RAH! 在这里你黑鬼在他妈的？凡在抒情诗人？ RAH ！

   

[Verse 3: Papoose] [第3节： Papoose ]

Totalos tiempo [?] Totalos的Tiempo [？]

Contiene mal aliento I'll kill you tomorrow Contiene发作aliento我会杀了你的明天

Playin with Papoose like I ain't the rap truth 与Papoose像我在玩不是说唱真相

I'll kill 'em in that booth you doubt it go ask booth 我会杀了他们在展台你怀疑它去问展台

Slay gave me the dice, I hit 'em with the deuce 杀死了我的霸气，我打他们的平手

They started laughin but man this the deuce that killed Bruce 他们开始嘲笑，但是这个男人杀害布鲁斯见鬼

   

[Verse 4: Big Lou] [第4节：大娄]

The most original, lyrical criminal, leave you in critical 最原始的，抒情的犯罪，让你在关键

Torture and ridicule these pitiful rappers, I'm cynical 酷刑和嘲笑这些可怜的说唱歌手，我是愤青

With the flow that's enormous, my swagger and stage performance 随大流那是巨大的，我的狂妄自大和舞台表演

The corners I sold to foreigners, they zoners tryin to extort us 我公司销售给外国人的角落，他们zoners试着敲诈我们

The coca I dropped in waters, supporters I'm crossin borders 在我做出退学的水域古柯，支持者，我横穿而过边界

Papa blessin me with orders, I never move like the tortoise 爸爸blessin我有订单，我从来没有像移动乌龟

I rather move like the Testarossa, eat like I'm in Ponderosa 我比较喜欢运动的塔罗沙，吃的像我在黄松

2008 Keyser Sosa, I'm shittin on all these chokers 2008凯泽·索萨，我shittin在所有这些颈链

   

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes] [合唱： Busta押韵]

We got the real live spitters in the game of rap! 我们得到了在说唱游戏的现实生活吐痰！

All you dudes say you nice, but you niggas is wack! 所有的帅哥，你说你很好，但你黑鬼是怪人！

Where my lyricists at?! Where my lyricists at?! 凡我填词人的？凡我填词人的？

Where the fuck you niggas at?! Where the lyricists at?! 在这里你黑鬼在他妈的？凡在抒情诗人？