Jonathan Isaiah - Break Ya Necc [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Mr Suave™)

Aw yeah... and what I need you to do right now..
Is shut the fuck up and listen you funky bitch you

(Jonathan Isaiah)

Shouts out to all my niggas...

AlphaBeenCold

Mr Suave™

ZBang

Jack Frost

Nigga we finna get a buzz off of this one

Mind shattering
Instrumental practices
Everytime i hear it
My body feels so passionate
Tryna write my master's flick
While leading like main actors is
In a race to kiss the face
Of all the pretty actresses

Everybody wants it
But ain't never tried to grab it man
Im always in the back
Str8 snapping like a nasty bitch
On my grind, see IM maxing this
Rapping shit
Making you supermen, clark kent
Look average

So immaculate
That's why the fuck they tasked me with
Rapping the wrappings of all my people passed in a present sense
These are presents when
You feel my presence then
I could steal ya girl
But to me that's just a peasant's chick

And i ain't never settling
My feet i keep em' pedaling
Ahead of all these meddling
Fools,Come step in the booth
Im living proof
That when u working hard
And always keepin it true
Ain't none of these lil niggas gon' be messin with you

I don't know, what you want from me
But i know, what I want from me
Im gone go, and just do my thing
Till I hold onto diamond rings

I knooow shows on that road
Gonna have me missin home
And i'm told it's way too close
To let my passion fold

I break ya necc
I break ya necc
Just like that (x3)
I broke yo neck
Now Suav gone and bring that shit back

I broke yo neck
I broke his neck
I broke her neck
Now show respect.(x2)

Im only 5 years in and 17 that
But im smart enough to know
That i sound like a vet
So I'm bringing down on beats
Steam heat as i vent
Tryna raise the conscious
Of all black skinned kids

To express yourself
Go grab a pad and a pen
Cause ain't no pads in the pen
If they catch you with some crack in ya hand
If u see that you been rattling friends
Better watch out for the snakes turned tattling men

Im so miraculous
Tracking my mental mappings
While slapping the bitches slacking
You trapping, im really rapping
For fanatics
You jacking like a rabbit
So you can stack it
Sell-out niggas be the main ones
Out here acting like a faggot

These wannabes ain't gonna be
My homie, not on my watch

Hanging on to me, i rose to be
In places that they could not

They might break yo spirits
But they'll never break me

And Im strictly independent
Till the day i d i e

And im goneeeee
No you won't
See me no mo'
So long. (x2)