Breeze Embalm - Los Muertos [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: Amanda Maxine]
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan

[Verse 1: Breeze Embalm]
Yea, did you hear my last EP
The Ceremony of Nadir
That concept heavy master piece
Was too much for some ears
And even though this mixtape
Doesn't have the same themes
Don't think that I'm done with that
It's only just begun bitch
It's only just begun
The world of the catacombs
We barely touched the rump
Theres no way you can play me
And say that shit don't bump
When it won awards for
Writing man that John Lennon lump
All that talking through the grapevine
I turn them grapes into wine
Turn that wine into water
Post that shit on my vine
A miracle in six seconds
Ain't you sick of being second
Theres no cure for that ailment
Cause Im here, what a blessing
And I hold weight like Arnold in his prime
And I intake Embalming Fluid like a nigga died
So theres no sleeping this a wake
Follow me into the great
If you fall behind well just prorate

[Chorus: Amanda Maxine]
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan

[Verse 2: Breeze Embalm]
Im going deep through a hole
White rabbit chase me
Who's the ones that have the fun
Death it seems lately
The sensei of all say
You pompous I'm Pompey
Niggas try to sun god
But they ain't no Ra
I know right
Can't touch me if you babel
I Play with words like scrabble
See I'm something like that apple
If you bite me
Ill leave you feeling naked
Believe it if I state it
I'm gon' help ya reawaken
And that bacon
Sizzle on the stove
While I read Francis Bacon
I'm just letting niggas know
Fuck the po' po'
And be in the know
I'm on my own tip
You see I'm so sick
Cancerous
And you benign like battle ship
Ya just sinking in my flow
I'm so far from the floor
But won't ever reach my ceiling
Keep my fans off it
Cause I got an AC in

[Chorus: Amanda Maxine]
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan

[Verse 3: Breeze Embalm]
You mastered art of slave
See I'll never call it day
I don't even call this work
I am still on holiday
A bull in this bitch the way I move heards
I'm out of this world the way I move words
Call it space bars
Yea my shit is dope I'm on that spud-nick
Love it, how I shun ya all in public
Y'all can suck on just below the pubic
Bust how I move these squares like Rubix
Cool it, and get yourself together
I'm fly like Mario after touching feathers
No coonery with my tanooki leathers
From the Bronx in the sewers
This that killer of the super shredder
Not koopa with them shell shedders
Put you on a skewer you can meet the flame
Posted on the corner niggas looking lame
I ain't buying dog I already dish that dope
Cope with my tropes then
Find there's hope for a bloke yet

[Chorus: Amanda Maxine]
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan
Son los muertos
Los que bailan
Son los muertos
Los que gozan
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