Yah Yah Testo e Traduzione

[Intro: Royce da 5'9"]

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (People)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Bitches)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Animals)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]

Bumstickitty, bumstickitty, bum huh

I got that old rum-pum-pum-pum

A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down

At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound

My flow all over the place, four-four in the waist, I'm so, so innovative

Po-po went away, I'll roll over 'em and make bacon

And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up off of my dick?

Words in the way, I'm at loss by him

I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (Get down, nigga)

I have evolved into the lost diaries of the mob and the Rothschilds (C'mon)

I feel like God broke the vials and I am just layin' down inside 'em like caulk and tile (Q-Tip)

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"]

Man, here we go

I said that we live in the land of criminal

My era, my era, my era so original

Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man

'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself

Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)

Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)

I got 'em goin'

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Yo, snappin' necks plus I'm live, in effect

I'm in the Slick Rick eye patch, but I got it from Hex

Rappers avoid eye contact, that's outta respect

For the god in the flesh, the ominous Indominus Rex

They be like, "You put the Thought on? Yikes"

If I told y'all once, I told y'all twice, that motherfucker is nice

I'm the king of the blood sport on mics

I'm from an era you had beef, y'all prolly fist fought on sight

Get your ass beat at the basketball court on spite

Then tell your wife to put your life support on ice

I'm the rap Pernell Whitaker, the honorable minister

Leavin' every amateur inoperable, I finished 'em

Makin' plaques outta they head like dead venison

Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-Illitant

Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent

Rap speak for me, I am the ventriloquist

I'm so stubborn, the government won't govern

That brother you spoke of, it just wasn't as dope, was it?

I'm cold buzzin', I never been low budget

The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it

I break free like Chesimard

Keep 'em guessin' hard while broads say my bars is like ASMR

All my dogs is out the reservoir

Top five, I'm where the legends are (Keep goin')

Live at the edge of darkness and light

One phone call, my youngins takin' flight

You a bark bitch, and never bite, long kiss goodnight

I stay heated, my people in the place needed

If you ain't standin' up for yourself, then stay seated

And they cheated, they lie like Amerigo Vespucci

I'm a miracle, I'm still super lyrical

Live from the Terrordome, loud like a megaphone

Thutmose the Third with seven inch herringbones

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"]

Man, here we go

I said that we live in the land of criminal

My era, my era, my era so original

Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man

'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself

Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)

Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)

I got 'em goin'

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Better hope an ambulance is en route

Papers are hand grenades soon as I pull the pin out

I am the Santa Fe, Mandalay and Orlando and Colorado and Columbine

All combined into one, I don't walk a line, bitch, I run

'Cause we don't got no time to waste, so come on Denaun

Here come me, 5-to-9 and Thought, da-dun, da-dun

Then like a shotgun I'm ready to cock it on 'em

Leave these pussies stretched out like the Octomom

Never had no trouble keepin' up with the times

I just adapt to the climate, I treat it like my Levi's

When they ain't buttoned up right, I adjust on the fly

Middle fingers, put 'em high, that's why they call it a bird

'Cause you put it up in the sky

And I'm like a spider crawlin' up your spinal column

I'm climbin' all up the sides of the asylum wall

And dive in a pile of Tylenol, you're like a vagina problem

To a diabolical gynecologist tryna ball a fist, I will

Fuck you, just buy me, double timing the rhyming

I leave you stymied, that's why they still vilify me like Bill O'Reilly

I'ma show you what I mean when they call me the Harvey Weinstein of 2019

I'm a conniving, when I'm on the mic I'ma standout

Like a lime green wife beater with a knife out

I'm a sight to see, but you can see from the ring I'm wearing

Me and this game, we got married already

Had the prenup ready, fucked on her, should've seen her belly

She barely was three months pregnant

Bitch had it, gave me a baby, we named it Machine Gun Kelly

Now here's to LL, Big L and Del

K-Solo, Treach, and G Rap

DJ Polo, Tony D, ODB, Moe Dee, Run-DMC

Ed O.G. , and EPMD, D.O.C., Ice-T, Evil Dee

King Tee, UTFO, and Schoolly D, PE, and BDP

YZ and Chi-Ali, Rakim and Eric B., they were like my therapy

From B.I.G. and Paris, Three Times Dope, and some we'll never see, and PRT

N.W.A and Eazy-E, and D-R-E was like my GPS

Without him, I don't know where I'd be

[Chorus: Q-Tip & Royce da 5'9"]

Man, here we go

I said that we live in the land of criminal

My era, my era, my era so original

Uh-huh, I survived it and that's a miracle, ah, man

'Cause I'm from Slaughterhouse (People), check yourself

Like Ice Cube said, "Before you wreck yourself" (Bitches)

Like Wu-Tang said, "You should protect yourself" (Animals)

I got 'em goin'

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (Get down, nigga)

Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah