Bottom Notch (BTTMNTCH X NOAH BOA X KENSON) - Movin As A Unit (ft. Hugo Monsta x Breakadawn Juan) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro - Hugo Monsta)

Yeah
Yeah
Check One
Bttm Ntch

(Verse 1 - Hugo Monsta)
It's poppin'
Grabbin the pen
Do it again
Spewin' out flegm
And givin you gems
It's just some friends
Yep, Check One Bttm Ntch
Sippin on scotch
On the rocks at the spot
Rock the whole venue
Dopeness on the menu
I don't expect a tip
After I serve you
It's not that I'm a know it all
It's just I know when to call bullshit
On all of ya'll
I'm here to decompress
Nonetheless do my best
I'll tell you right now that
It's all in my set
All in my sweat all in my work
Not all my check but all in this verse
So you heard it first we here givin birth
To some new shit
So get ready for the worst
So no need to wait
We do what it takes
It's four of the greats
Let us be your escape

(Verse 2 - Ken*Son)
This is where we steady the pens
Pick up the pads, part the waves
Are you ready? Begin
Descend from place
We lifted with a message to send
Smack faces with basses bout as
Heavy as ten tons so get some
Got a rhyme, I'ma kick one
Mics like loose threads - I mean I'ma rip one
Solo Cup filled up until I tip one
Bartender said "Slow down, that's a sick one."
So much thoughts in my
Brain bout the next track
Run that shit like exlax
Snap necks back, beget facts
Get read back like ya rights now
Tell 'em pipe down while I lie down
This head crack
From l.id.eft to r.id.ite
Thinking bout the program
Needa see that video
With me rockin at the show man
So many drinks I'm
By the bar buryin' like Conan
Lack of self control so I
Resemble Lindsay Lohan

(Verse 3 - Breakadawn Juan)
We Four Horseman
Call me "Double A" the enforcer
Next batter to the plate
You take the bate
Like a big mouth bass
Or the cheeks on Dizzy
When he playin the jazz
The cards are dealt
By arms with big delts
Crews get shook when the
Devils walk the bible belt
It all gets felt
See I'm collecting pelts
From exotic mammals
And keep their heads on the shelf
Predisposed to the skill of the rhyme
Momma took one look and said
"No way he's mine!"
Below the poverty line
If you miss one step
Or you can play three monkey
Like you blind, mute, deaf
You ain't cleaning no mess
If shit's far gone
It's like lipstick on pigs
At the beauty salon
If you bringing it on
I hope you feel full prepped
Cuz playing second fiddle's
Something we won't accept

(Verse Four - Noah Boa)
Rock rollin' it goes on and on
Never short up to the mic step forward and pour it on
We came to make the crowd jump up like Jordan
And get down like keys on a church organ
Ordained what I created put you in a mental state
Like riding in a caddy you relax breath and gaze
Engage a rapper's game, no facade
Most rappers on my back like a massage or a car in a garage
Yo I'm in it to get on when pigs fly
But yo, the drums washed, boss keep you on the clock
And we pray for extra hours. we don't want time off
Trick us into wants - that's a marketing job
So we work til you hate just to get carted off
Live to get drunk. "Yo I hope I don't barf."
And my friends *cough cough* (other half all jerkin off.)
But I just focus on the music. We're stupid we're not one

....
Song by Bttm Ntch

Hook Order:
Breakadawn Juan
Noah Boa
Hugo Monsta
Ken*Son

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