Respekt XL Lyrics – SCUM
Singer: SCUM
Title: Respekt XL
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
You better show some respect
Bеtter check what you think ’bout the scеne that we in
It’s not just booze that we drink
Not just drugs that we do and not just us chasing hoes
It is work rocking shows and digging holes for our foes (yeah)
And it is work that dangers us tremendously
m#th*rf#ck*rs crumble and fall apart before your eyes
Many get hurt while some will die infamously
More common guys forgotten days after he dies
So go buy an album from an underground artist or else that artist might give up and get a gun instead (boom)
Of dropping songs nobody likes, he’s going where the crowd is
That never came to any shows and many end up dead (yeah)
It’s not that hard to show some love much easier than running on bloody stumps when we won’t take your sh#t and take your feet
This underground will never die meanwhile your time is coming
So better show us some respect the next time that we meet
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
You’re still my respectators, loading a foul choice
Your talks need altoids that can grow when i found ploys
Far from in the midnight church go when i sprout choice
Sacrificial suicide, it’s time to throw in the towel boy
Bickering in pants and these rodents make loud noise
Or bark, no bite the broke with a proud void
Empty try, fill up holding that growl voice
They shout, i make incisions ’til they fully open and gouge joints
Scooping out ligaments, you’re of the heart but not living it
Vivid with the vividness you’ll be frigid in a minute quick and different
Don’t give a sh#t, read the realm wickedness
Alcohol, drugs, seizures, concussions now this is sick
Man his brain damaged sinning in the clinic with unexplainable lacerations
Wouldn’t believe the images
Pleading innocent demons
The only witness
This crazy pain made me slain
Limitless victims this ain’t frivolous, yo
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
I demand respect even when the fans have left (yeah)
I forget i cup it and rip it, original leave ya plasma wet
All over your shirt you’re gonna get merked down the mic if you step
Like an avalanche i travel fast, ravage from here to halifax
Gathering up the fragile, and smacking them with my battle axe (smack)
These rappers cannot see me cause they’re teamy and have cataracts
I get under your skin so much it’ll give your f#cking dad a rash
Who coming to get what is mine?
Shaking the game with a thunder sound (f#ck you)
If you try making divides and breaking the spine of the underground
Never happened, better strap in, struggle leads to better rapping
Fed up, i really but i give you the boot b#tch salute your captain (heels up)
Ain’t got backing man we fund this ourselves
Studio time, music videos among everything else (yeah)
The gorefather and tragik man (yeah)
There be no doubt b#tch (naw)
We’ll be making our ways to the grave, r-i-p g, no cult sh#t (no cult sh#t)
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
Past tense like you cease to exist
All that hate in your heart is eely, bleeds out the wrist
So fix your face if you wanna talk to me on some sh#t
But leave you fakes get deleted when yo teeth need a fist (ugh)
Tell me why the f#ck you think we chose the underground, we don’t play so well with all these high and mighty artists now
So cause you don’t have the balls to tread the path we’re walking down
You think we only came for fun to take some drugs and f#ck around, naw
b#tch please, this is where we all work the hardest
We are living in the struggle, defining what is an artist
In these darks streets, we gonna take what we need regardless
Planting dark seeds, waiting for the season we can harvest
So, if you telling me you don’t support the scene
Call me freddy and be ready cause i’ll kill for the dream
When the guillotine drop that’s a real bloody scene
Chopping heads ’til i got respect for me and my team
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
Ain’t no survivor from me and my uncle ivan
Reviving this wicked sh#t, take a piss inside both your eyelids
I keep it homicidal, my bible’s never been opened
You hoping it’s all a dream but your neck’s finna get broken
Bloody b#tch is soaking in a dirty-ass bathtub
Whip out the chainsaw and give your #ss a back-rub
Bent up in the trash trunk, cause you wanna disrespect
Slit your neck, come correct, b#tches better hit the deck
Disconnect your body from the bones and major arteries
Take a bite up out your #ss and you’ll become a part of me
Eat your #ss up like a crazed ethiopian
Ain’t nobody joking and your blood i’ll be soaking in
Here we go again, now i gotta clean another mess
R-u-t-h-l-e double s, carve it in your chest
Seconds stressed
Tearing at a rusty-ass razor blade
Watch the blood drip like red lemonade, agh
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
In the past tense, thought back then
Leave you bloodied up, chopped up in some trash cans
Got no mac-10, i be hacking with a hatchet but i got a blade for stabbing
I got a passion for this rapping
It gets me higher than back when i was smacking
Sipping faction, i feel ecstatic
Shots to allameter, i’m from rosen getting active
All those who don’t show respect, leave them hoes in the gory set
They done fold you while getting checked
Then you’re cold with no worries, look stiff
Froze you all out of breath, where my foes now a bloody mess
On my clothes i wipe off your flesh
Go home, burn the evidence how i roll i’m not heaven-sent
Under control with myself, meds
Burn assessing my sedative, burn assessing my sedative
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
You could try to hide from nine bullets, you can’t run
They caught and lied when they told you life would be fun
The only time i’m having fun is when i’m taking one
A life, a knife gripped tight, a high slice
The lights go out and it’s all just night-night
You can’t even speak, i left you leaking out your windpipe
I can’t even sleep unless the air is just right
I get paranoid sometimes my mind takes flight
I couldn’t give a f#ck about his wannabe thugs
I could destroy everything in this world that he loves
Faster than the magician reaching in his sleeve releasing doves
And for a long time this cat has been irking me
For my next act, he will vanish permanently
I heard him unlock the door from the turn of his key
And i’ll admit this sh#t was murder in the first degree
I planned it all from homicide to the burglary, ugh
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
Straight out the womb the vapors i consume
I gaze up in the moon surrounded by goons
Resemble it in cartoons
Bolt like a harpoon
Eating flesh every opportune like a sick loon
Get ready, folding a b#tch that’s so slender
Shove a blade deep and the lady is so sweet and tender
Fit to gas the tempo while i torment her
I cut her out agenda, looking for the next contender
I rationed what was left, the b#tch was blessed
She got great breasts so i ripped off her t#ts
I know it sounds sick as i wrap her in plastic
It’s fantastic, do i sound sarcastic?
Off to the cess pit, pour ’em then i dip
I’m tryna get a grip before i go ballistic
My human sight sad#stic, feeding my candle lipsticks
f#ck real and logistics, i don’t get respect b#tch
Yo, this gathering of the lost minds
Smells of death spells it out like them tossed nines (yeah)
No more finds like the feds will not find you
Don’t be blind as we creep up behind you (hey)
Hear the squeal of the tires then the gun clack (scrrp)
Pin you down to the ground like a thumb tack (thump)
And demand some respect, blow this last chance (boom)
They be speaking of you in the past tense
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Respekt XL – Terjemahan / Translation
Yo, pertemuan pikiran yang hilang ini
Bau kematian mengeja itu seperti mereka melemparkan sembilan (ya)
Tidak ada lagi temuan seperti The Feds tidak akan menemukan Anda
Jangan buta saat kita merayap di belakang Anda (hei)
Dengarkan jeritaan ban kemudian pistol clack (scrrp)
Pinkan Anda ke tanah seperti paku ibu jari (Buk)
Dan menuntut rasa hormat, meledakkan kesempatan terakhir ini (boom)
Mereka berbicara tentang Anda dalam bentuk lampau
Anda lebih baik menunjukkan rasa hormat
Binttter periksa apa yang Anda pikirkan ‘tentang scеne yang kita masuki
Bukan hanya minuman keras yang kita minum
Bukan hanya obat yang kita lakukan dan bukan hanya kita mengejar cangkul
Ini adalah acara goyang dan menggali lubang untuk musuh kita (ya)
Dan itu adalah pekerjaan yang sangat membahayakan kita
Bajingan hancur dan berantakan di depan matamu
Banyak yang terluka s#mentara beberapa akan mati dengan buruk
Lebih banyak pria biasa melupakan hari setelah dia mati
Jadi go beli album dari artis bawah tanah atau artis itu mungkin menyerah dan mendapatkan pistol sebagai gantinya (boom)
Menjatuhkan lagu yang tidak disukai siapa pun, dia pergi ke mana kerumunan itu
Yang tidak pernah datang ke pertunjukan apa pun dan banyak yang mati (ya)
Tidaklah sulit untuk menunjukkan beberapa cinta lebih mudah daripada berlari dengan tunggul berdarah ketika kita tidak akan mengambil kotoran Anda dan mengambil kaki Anda
Ini bawah tanah ini tidak akan pernah mati s#mentara waktu Anda akan datang
Jadi lebih baik tunjukkan kami beberapa hal berikutnya yang kami temui
Yo, pertemuan pikiran yang hilang ini
Bau kematian mengeja itu seperti mereka melemparkan sembilan (ya)
Tidak ada lagi temuan seperti The Feds tidak akan menemukan Anda
Jangan buta saat kita merayap di belakang Anda (hei)
Dengarkan jeritaan ban kemudian pistol clack (scrrp)
Pinkan Anda ke tanah seperti paku ibu jari (Buk)
Dan menuntut rasa hormat, meledakkan kesempatan terakhir ini (boom)
Mereka berbicara tentang Anda dalam bentuk lampau
Anda masih menghormati saya, memuat pilihan busuk
Pembicaraan Anda membutuhkan altoid yang dapat tumbuh ketika saya menemukan ploys
Jauh dari dalam gereja tengah malam pergi ketika saya menjadi pilihan
Bunuh diri pengorbanan, sudah waktunya untuk melempar handuk bocah
Pertengkaran celana dan tikus ini membuat suara keras
Atau kulit kayu, tidak ada gigitan putus dengan kekosongan yang bangga
Coba kosong, isi memegang suara geraman itu
Mereka berteriak, saya membuat kicipan sampai mereka sepenuhnya membuka dan memuntung sendi
Meraup ligamen, Anda dari hati tetapi tidak hidup
Jelas dengan kejelasan Anda akan marah satu menit dengan cepat dan berbeda
Jangan peduli, baca kejahatan ranah
Alkohol, obat-obatan, kejang, gegar otak sekarang ini sakit
Man otaknya rusak dosa di klinik dengan laserasi yang tidak dapat dijelaskan
Tidak akan percaya pada gambar
Memohon setan yang tidak bersalah
Satu-satunya saksi
Nyeri gila ini membuatku terbunuh
Korban tanpa batas ini tidak sembrono, yo
Yo, pertemuan pikiran yang hilang ini
Bau kematian mengeja itu seperti mereka melemparkan sembilan (ya)
Tidak ada lagi temuan seperti The Feds tidak akan menemukan Anda
Jangan buta saat kita merayap di belakang Anda (hei)
Dengarkan jeritaan ban kemudian pistol clack (scrrp)
Pinkan Anda ke tanah seperti paku ibu jari (Buk)
Dan menuntut rasa hormat, meledakkan kesempatan terakhir ini (boom)
Mereka berbicara tentang Anda dalam bentuk lampau
Saya menuntut rasa hormat bahkan ketika para penggemar telah pergi (ya)
Saya lupa saya memangkoknya dan merobeknya, biarkan asli ya plasma basah
Di seluruh kemeja Anda, Anda akan merked ke mic jika Anda melangkah
Seperti longsoran, aku bepergian cepat, merusak dari sini ke Halifax
Mengumpulkan rapuh, dan memukul mereka dengan kapak pertempuran saya (memukul)
Para rapper ini tidak dapat melihat saya karena mereka tim dan memiliki katarak
Saya berada di bawah kulit Anda begitu banyak itu akan memberikan ruam ayah Anda
Siapa yang datang untuk mendapatkan apa itu milikku?
Mengguncang permainan dengan suara guntur (bercinta denganmu)
Jika Anda mencoba membuat pembagian dan mematahkan tulang belakang di bawah tanah
Tidak pernah terjadi, tali yang lebih baik, perjuangan mengarah pada rap yang lebih baik
Muak, saya benar-benar tetapi saya memberi Anda b#tch salut kapten Anda (heels up)
Tidak punya dukungan untuk kita mendanai ini sendiri
Waktu studio, video musik di antara semuanya (ya)
Pria Gore dan Tragik (ya)
Tidak ada keraguan jalang (naw)
Kami akan membuat cara kami ke kuburan, R-I-P G, tidak ada kotoran kultus (tidak ada kotoran kultus)
Yo, pertemuan pikiran yang hilang ini
Bau kematian mengeja itu seperti mereka melemparkan sembilan (ya)
Tidak ada lagi temuan seperti The Feds tidak akan menemukan Anda
Jangan buta saat kita merayap di belakang Anda (hei)
Dengarkan jeritaan ban kemudian pistol clack (scrrp)
Pinkan Anda ke tanah seperti paku ibu jari (Buk)
Dan menuntut rasa hormat, meledakkan kesempatan terakhir ini (boom)
Mereka berbicara tentang Anda dalam bentuk lampau
Tegang lampau seperti Anda tidak ada lagi
Semua kebencian di hati Anda hanyalah, berdarah pada pergelangan tangan
Jadi perbaiki wajah Anda jika Anda ingin berbicara dengan saya pada beberapa omong kosong
Tetapi biarkan Anda palsu dihapus ketika gigi Anda perlu tinju (ugh)
Katakan padaku mengapa kau pikir kami memilih bawah tanah, kami tidak bermain dengan baik dengan semua seniman tinggi dan perkasa ini sekarang
Jadi karena Anda tidak memiliki bola untuk menginjak jalan kita berjalan ke bawah
Anda pikir kami hanya datang untuk bersenang-senang untuk minum obat dan bercinta dengan, naw
Jalang tolong, di sinilah kita semua bekerja paling keras
Kita hidup dalam perjuangan, mendefinisikan apa itu seorang seniman
Di jalan-jalan gelap ini, kita akan mengambil apa yang kita n
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Lyrics SCUM – Respekt XL
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