Tech N9ne - Worldwide Choppers (Serbian Translation) lyrics

(Turska) [Strofa 1: Ceza] Hej ti, ustani i donesi svoj mali mikrofon Vidiš, ovde je džek, priključi ga na mikrofon I evo ti papir i olovka, jer ću da te inspirišem Zagušljivi cepači, lovimo neprijatelje po nebu Ajde da krenemo, da vidimo ko će da pobedi [Uvod] Počeli smo u srednjem delu istoka Sada ćemo da odemo Preko celog sveta, cine Da, ovo je vrhunac Da, Tek Najn [Strofa 2: Tek Najn] Prati me, preko cele planete, vodim skalu bolesti Koju nikad nisu provalili, štetimo bez izvinjenja Smanjiti im paniku, to je manijakalno ali ja moram da budem Mahnit, ja ću da improvizujem jer sam čudan Dograbim numeru kao da jedem kod Mama Nakas Mogu da te sjebem kako treba jer sam partner sa Vaka Flokom Dajte mi vrh hip-hopa i vidite kako ih teram da rokaju Kada se zaustavlja šou, aktivira se čakra (Svetski Cepači) Ako si iko i išta, primetićeš Tek je na vrhu, i niko identičan nije Loaded cold as the polar get wrote it quick and they quoted it Yo it exploded the flow behold it cause when the motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the real Better ya just kneel to me or ready to get near my heels Give me the knock and I'ma chop, he came and he went tomorrow But I'ma lock it down and hop in the pocket like empanadas Hit 'em up and get 'em up, I ain't done, I ain't did enough Trip when I rip it up, I be the ish when I split em up Sort of like I was liquored up and backing up in the gut Everybody be knowing I be acting up when I bust From Missouri to Canada, I be keeping the stamina If you never been a fan of the man, the planet's unanimous Can I cuss, f** anybody Tech is calamitous Leave them in the dust, ain't nobody tough when I'm standing up Tech is hostile, he's awful He really be wicked when he be off in the bottle You with it, you dig it, you never lost the apostle He's thinking he give it the Poe and toss in Pica**o k**ing everybody off is the motto And I be the only chopper that's tossed in the brothel You said it's pathetic, my head is off in the taco I sped and you bled and you in the coffin when I go [Hook] Ja sam svetlosne godine udaljen od mojih vršnjaka Oćeš malo, dodji vamo Nemoš' me sjebat, il' ić' oko mene Pokloni se, krunisali su me kad su me pronašli (K.C.) [Verse 3: J.L.] Check it, I'm ahead of 'em Chop it up with the veterans A legend developing Ain't gotta tell him it's evident Gotta notice an elephant None of you n***as relevant You're delicate, but loving every second of this (Denmark) [Verse 4: U$o] De vil alle tjekke når vi ligger det Kommer ind og smækker det beatet jeg vækker det I ved hvad der kommer ud af min mund Hanger med de vildeste gutter Det minder mig om vi stikker det af For de kalder mig alle vild "f**ing Chopper" (Alabama) [Verse 5: Yelawolf] What if I ran into you with a pogo stick Hopped up on top of you rappers like a Jehovah's Witness With a photo of Jesus and a paper pamphlet And I threw up more churches like I was playing Hamlet Syllable burning, that internal damage Swing, batter, batter, but then I lay back on a hammock Under an oak tree, like I was peeling pecans But instead, I'm peeling rappers' heads, making a sand-a-wich Pick up a 22 and put a bullet inside of a Motherf**a from inside a 1987 box I'm headed up, yeah, headed for bucks f** 'em all, make them feel my dread like I had a head of locks Feel every bump like you had bad shocks But I hopped on the f**ing beat And I worldwide chopped Wanna f** with Tech N9ne Twist up the pine and Smoke a beat with Mr. Busta Rhymes Well, sure, why not? Really don't need to show any more of my co*k But I run across the stadium in a pair of your socks In a trench coat with the pencil and a watch Then drop a verse before you can focus to read the clocks Slumerican is out of control Heat it up, beat it up, then I gotta go But I'm a dump truck, just send another load Peter Piper dump a pile of peppers in your throats Wit' an alien probe [Hook] Twista (Chicago) [Verse 6: Twista] Like I gotta focus up in my rhythm or loosen the venom And hit 'em and give 'em astig-a-ma-tism And then I'mma spit 'em somethin' so full of vengeance That everybody'll wanna devour the pieces of my enemies cause of cannibalism Breaking them off into particles, they get in a predicament That be never reversible cause a n***a be too versatile Makin' you nervous, you could never compete with the colonel I burn you, I'm an immortal, and that's the reason I murder you Focus on my hocus pocus and make a likkle magic After I wreck and check ya, then your respect I better have Because I'm an anomaly, able to give a lobotomy To any motherf**er challenging my astronomy Hopping, I don't stop with the fire when the flames thrown I'm one of the most popular choppers and my name's known Throwing it up in the air, takin' it there We WWC, if you can't keep up, should've stayed home My alien knowledge be making other astronomers' Work look as ancient as a discovery of paleontology So play me and I'mma be shining on them haters I'm finna be using it as energy, watch how radiant I'mma be Like a helicopter when the words fly Entire families all the way out to you girl die If I catch you f**in' with the most intricate lyricists Don't even try to stop us cause we choppers and we worldwide And I'm [Hook] (New York) [Verse 7: Busta Rhymes] See, now they ask when I'mma stop it, my dude And when I'ma co*k it and pop it, and when I'ma drop it my dude Inevitably, it's that I'mma be the most incredible dude To ever spit on the record and put it together, my dude And then they ask “what in the world is you proving When you were already the best” and “what the hell is he doing” Well, I'ma be chopping and cutting and breaking and beating and shaking And f**ing everything up 'til there ain't no further mistaking And busting everything up like a f**in' angry Jamaican And shutting everything up, especially the ones who be hating They loving everything until I got 'em stuttering-stupid You hear 'em now? “D-d-d-d-don't do-do-do-do it P-P-P-Please Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest” And now I'mma come and k** 'em, get them, hit them, and finish them And bang 'em in the head and diminish them, and then I'll Hit 'em again at a minimum, repeat it coming to k**ing 'em Then he be gotta be drilling them Thinking “they gotta be feeling him” Spitting lithium, see the way a n***a be spilling them And getting them stupid to the point where there's no forgiving him Hoping you're listening and you're paying attention And you're witnessing the way that I be crushing the mic And getting in the zone, I be flattening and packing in People from the front to the back and They got me acting a fool, I'm Black and n***a now I'm home [Hook] (Kansas City) [Verse 8: D-Loc] My fire annihilate make fighters retire instantly I'm choppin' ‘em, call me Michael Myers in my vicinity The way I be k**ing 'em with rhythm, it get illegitimate The Gilla will finish any, in a predicament Any enemies in the vicinity, I gotta mack up They know they never can get with me whenever they mention me The history of a lyrical criminal more deadly than chemicals Check my resume, they said the Gillgod's biblical (California) [Verse 9: Twisted Insane] I hit 'em with venom when I get up in 'em I bend em and send em and you can feel me Digging up in your brain and bringing the pain They often wanna k** me Filling 'em with that fury Get up and hurry, you can feel the Real me Coming in with that sh**, I'm having a fit, and you will never peel me Off of you when I'm on top of you, I got the drop on you And popping often hitting ‘em up with a bullet to the (brain) You can look into the eyes of a heathen, breathing, you're fiending And dreaming to find a demon, name insane, I'm a worldwide (Chopper)