Текст песни: The History of the Rodentz + перевод

Yeah, yo, been doing this for a long time

People always asking us, when our joint gon' come out

But, you know, shit is hard

Got work, school, all that

It’s alright, though, we always come through at the end

Good things take a long time to make

You know, that’s word, from my heart, yeah

Six years ago, a friend of mine

Showed me his ways with his brand new rhyme

And that’s the rhyme, that I’m about to say

He spit it for me, and it went this way

«I'm the M-O-U-S-E, featuring Cno E

I’m just so nice, that’s why people sweat me

My rhymes is so cold, I need coffee in a foam cup, to warm up

You defeat me? It’ll be all luck»

It went like that, I was like oh shit, we blowin' up real fast

No matter what we said to our friends, they would stil laugh

We said, fuck 'em, we doin' it big, we goin' public

Performin' out in the courtyard, during lunch and shit

Blessed with the name Rodentz, with the force of broncos

We would, spit over acoustic strings, by Dennis Polanco

At the, Songwriter’s Showcase, be the only rappers to show they face

We’d have, middle aged folks, clappin' up the place

Spittin' outside, little theatres, and cafeterias

Our rhymes so sick, infest the food with bacteria

Invested with our flows, a little bit

We bought better microphones and, better equipment

Said fuck it, no more downloadble instrumentals

I started creatin' beats, of ideas from out my mental

Friends started to get hype, so they would try to cram in

But when all the dust cleared out, only me & Mouse were standing

Years passed, more cameras documenting our flows

I still got the tape with Peter Freeman yellin' «Cno!»

During our, senior year, we were tired, so we fucked up

Decided to commercialize this time to try and blow up

«It's On» -- was the name of that song

It actually gained popularity amonst high school halls

Had freshmen bitches crowded up in a bed

While me and Mouse spit in wife beaters right off of our head

No more, off the paper, we felt just like heroes

J.C. Williams and Sam Turner, shot our first video

In the Prelude, we rhymed, in the laundry room we shined

We even had girls all up on us, this time

Our heads started to gas up, so we pushed it

Next show we had was filled with 'germs' and 'bullshit'

Straight up disaster, and that was well earned laughter

So high school ended right there, much faster

Heard questions, «Aiyo, when’s the album really droppin'?»

Still felt support «Whens the CD out? I’m coppin'»

School’s over, felt like our careers were over

Me and Mouse wouldn’t talk that much, but we stayed sober

Couldn’t speak for the rest of those, so-called-friends

Called us up, once in a blue moon, won’t do that shit again

Mouse kept writing rhymes, my beats started to get beyond they time

I told Mouse, let’s do it right this time

Cuz I felt like I took hip hop for assault and battery

Mouse started, to write rhymes faster than me

Went from Six Feet Under, Foretold Future, Order Rodentia

Spendin' My Day, Secret Manuals, not to mention the

Countless hours of recording demos like showers

Rainin' down on White Plains, stand like towers

Now we don’t give a shit, on who supports us anymore

Those who said they buy our shit, they can hit the door

And we don’t wanna hear your shit, when you see us on TV

First you wouldn’t speak to me, now we all friendly? Man…

From now on, this is our moment

Sincerely, Darren Mosley & John Siino, better known to you as The Rodentz

Yeah, man, I told you, we ain’t doing this shit for you, man

We doing it for us, been working on it for like, 4, 5, 6, years

I don’t even -- I lost count already, man

If you don’t like it, you don’t got to listen to it, I don’t care

Fuck it, you think we care, yo, you can say whatever you want, man

You’re wack, I’m wack, Cno’s wack, I don’t care, shit

Man, yo, I’m telling you right now, most of that joint out there

They be saying the same shit anyway, yo, we’re just

We’re just trynna bring some variety into this, knowhatimean?

Something different, for once, you know

Like, you talk about, this guns and ammo

Yo, we talk about, this shit over here, this next shit

We talk about the knowledge, I’m saying, man

You hate it, you know, don’t come out with another album

Saying, «Oh, we hate The Rodentz, we hate this»

«Order Rodentia’s wack, whatever», yo, I don’t care

I personally don’t care, we’re not gonna come back with any diss songs, back

Youknowwhatimsaying? We don’t care, I’m saying, we doing this for us

We like it, fuck you

(People need to stop, they need to stop, fucking

Listening to the beats, need to start listening to the lyrics and

And, maybe they can learn something, knowhatimean?

You know, they can just fucking learn something from the words, man

Stop listening to the beats -- I mean, the beats is fucking slamming,

you know that

I fucking worked 6 years to make beats like this, fucking training and shit

But at the same time, we writing lyrics, so you can fucking learn

Not some, fucking, Dr. Seuss, Mother Goose type shit, youknowhatimsaying)

Trynna tell you guys some shit… (Man, what the fuck, this ain’t no fucking

cartoon, man

This is real life, you know, we ain’t gonna spit about guns and shit

Cuz that ain’t our fucking life)

He never --, I never -- I tell you the truth, I never held a gun in my life,

man

(Fuck that shit, you know what, I might not be -- going to school or whatever

But I spit more knowledge on this CD then you’ll learn in 4 years in high

school, so what)

Word, word, you fucking, fake ass scholars out there (Word, man

Here’s your diploma, bitch)