Bozz im Bizz English translation
von Bizzy Montana
Bozz im Bizz Lyrics Übersetzung
I come from above like a bomb
while you're stuck in underground garages
and i tear it all down
what is not nailed down
reassemble everything and I'm done in seven days
I've been checking in rappers all over the place
Bizzy monster mode I arrive with gas cans
you come with edges real giants bring as many as you can
in this game runs no fear
I spit gasoline and light it
your broad back impresses me
but the bee sting is the tail (daah)
and why do you rap when you say you're not a rapper
I can't figure it out if it's not rap, it's ridiculous
what are you apart from Ghettochef and Bozz in Bizz
a boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
I loosen up between captain and teenagers
I came out alone like I was Harry Hubini
I have no relevant copies
no parasites i am unique
unfortunately you are one of many
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
if I'm honest
I have long since dreamed of the dream of big money
But before I go home
is swept through and cleaned up
how many times have you puffed yourself up
and unreasonably exaggerated
goes to the circus with the number boys
as a dog pyramid
it's getting dark around me
I always keep my head up
spit fire sparks stanzas
in a dry period
your bony visage
borders on war crimes
before you I will become a forest worker
break jaw
My music isn't just a few sentences on beats
a perfect puzzle
I fuck you
the best there is
before you become something everyone has long forgotten that you were there
but honestly you would be blatant as a knife thrower at the fair
i am a rapper
honest rapper
just not a rapper from the states
and doesn't have to be baggies
still wear a platinum chain
so what
there are no copies of you
tell me what you guys want
BIS unique
the one in the south
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
while you're stuck in underground garages
and i tear it all down
what is not nailed down
reassemble everything and I'm done in seven days
I've been checking in rappers all over the place
Bizzy monster mode I arrive with gas cans
you come with edges real giants bring as many as you can
in this game runs no fear
I spit gasoline and light it
your broad back impresses me
but the bee sting is the tail (daah)
and why do you rap when you say you're not a rapper
I can't figure it out if it's not rap, it's ridiculous
what are you apart from Ghettochef and Bozz in Bizz
a boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
I loosen up between captain and teenagers
I came out alone like I was Harry Hubini
I have no relevant copies
no parasites i am unique
unfortunately you are one of many
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
if I'm honest
I have long since dreamed of the dream of big money
But before I go home
is swept through and cleaned up
how many times have you puffed yourself up
and unreasonably exaggerated
goes to the circus with the number boys
as a dog pyramid
it's getting dark around me
I always keep my head up
spit fire sparks stanzas
in a dry period
your bony visage
borders on war crimes
before you I will become a forest worker
break jaw
My music isn't just a few sentences on beats
a perfect puzzle
I fuck you
the best there is
before you become something everyone has long forgotten that you were there
but honestly you would be blatant as a knife thrower at the fair
i am a rapper
honest rapper
just not a rapper from the states
and doesn't have to be baggies
still wear a platinum chain
so what
there are no copies of you
tell me what you guys want
BIS unique
the one in the south
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
Wha-what are you apart from the ghetto chief and the boss
A boy who can read aloud with a microphone and a saucepan cut
zuletzt bearbeitet von Mellzi_17 (Melly_Jedward) am 23. Oktober 2022, 9:27
