Official Music Video
Batcave by Russ
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah
Everybody move
The ship's about to leave the dock
If you wanna board then sword from in-between the rocks
We gone wave our flags high, the bad guys
Flippin' of the Rabbis
Why the fuck you take it there
Why the fuck you ask why
Askin' were I'm goin' who I'm bonin'
How I know I'm what I'm smokin'
Why is everything a question that's provoking me to lash out
My ass is out cause I don't give a fuck
Livin' life on thin ice
Still try a flip the puck
Bugus sayin' hit the blunt
It's the purple lurkel pack
Our circles got no [?] though we hurdle all your turtle traps
Running 'round the finish line
I'm gone make the top stop
Blame it on the spinach guy
'Cause I'm gone make your eyes pop
Who's coming with this heat?
I could paint the Sistine
Chop it with my beats and then I'll touch it up with sixteens
I spit dreams out like they were mucus
You're praying to Jesus while your girl's lying with Judas
I'm a student of my enemies
Whiskey mixed with Hennessy
Got me feeling fucked up
Feeling like there's ten of me
I'm smoking on some Kennedy
Straight to the head, that's Russ' secret recipe
I play until I'm dead, 'til my last breath
Looking, looking for some queens out in Maspeth
I spot an actress, brown hair and red lips
Living to be dead rich
Hoping that's a bad girl that give's me good head
It's a Venus flytrap waiting in the fucking audience
Ambiance alone makes them redefine what naughty is
But I don't need no snotty kids so I'm going that way
Robbing all you jokers of my riddles in my batcave
What the fuck's the rap game?
I've got my own rules
Bumping Billy Paul, standing tall in my sole shoes
Hoping it's enough to beat the cuff's they're tryna put me in
Weed is color purple like I picked it up from Whoopie's friend
Used to be on campus, now I'm in the Hamptons
All these bitches on my racket so they call my Peter Sampras
Leave it for the canvas that I'm painting
Modern day Picasso
Feeling like I've been vanished
And they're waiting to get on so
Here I am, peekaboo, see the roof I'm reaching through
Give her time and I'll be fine
The world's about to see the truth
Here I am, peekaboo, see the roof I'm reaching through
Give her time and I'll be fine
The world's about to see the truth
Yeah, Straight From Limbo
Motherfucker alright?
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Batcave by Russ
Batcave* (original Russ)
Yeah
Everybody move
The ship's about to leave the dock
If you wanna board then sword from in-between the rocks
We gone wave our flags high, the bad guys
Flippin' of the Rabbis
Why the fuck you take it there
Why the fuck you ask why
Askin' were I'm goin' who I'm bonin'
How I know I'm what I'm smokin'
Why is everything a question that's provoking me to lash out
My ass is out cause I don't give a fuck
Livin' life on thin ice
Still try a flip the puck
Bugus sayin' hit the blunt
It's the purple lurkel pack
Our circles got no [?] though we hurdle all your turtle traps
Running 'round the finish line
I'm gone make the top stop
Blame it on the spinach guy
'Cause I'm gone make your eyes pop
Who's coming with this heat?
I could paint the Sistine
Chop it with my beats and then I'll touch it up with sixteens
I spit dreams out like they were mucus
You're praying to Jesus while your girl's lying with Judas
I'm a student of my enemies
Whiskey mixed with Hennessy
Got me feeling fucked up
Feeling like there's ten of me
I'm smoking on some Kennedy
Straight to the head, that's Russ' secret recipe
I play until I'm dead, 'til my last breath
Looking, looking for some queens out in Maspeth
I spot an actress, brown hair and red lips
Living to be dead rich
Hoping that's a bad girl that give's me good head
It's a Venus flytrap waiting in the fucking audience
Ambiance alone makes them redefine what naughty is
But I don't need no snotty kids so I'm going that way
Robbing all you jokers of my riddles in my batcave
What the fuck's the rap game?
I've got my own rules
Bumping Billy Paul, standing tall in my sole shoes
Hoping it's enough to beat the cuff's they're tryna put me in
Weed is color purple like I picked it up from Whoopie's friend
Used to be on campus, now I'm in the Hamptons
All these bitches on my racket so they call my Peter Sampras
Leave it for the canvas that I'm painting
Modern day Picasso
Feeling like I've been vanished
And they're waiting to get on so
Here I am, peekaboo, see the roof I'm reaching through
Give her time and I'll be fine
The world's about to see the truth
Here I am, peekaboo, see the roof I'm reaching through
Give her time and I'll be fine
The world's about to see the truth
Yeah, Straight From Limbo
Motherfucker alright?
Batcave (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí
Todos muévanse
El barco está a punto de zarpar
Si quieres abordar, entonces espada de entre las rocas
Vamos a ondear nuestras banderas alto, los malos
Volteando a los Rabinos
¿Por qué carajo lo llevas ahí?
¿Por qué carajo preguntas por qué?
Preguntando a dónde voy, con quién me acuesto
Cómo sé lo que estoy fumando
¿Por qué todo es una pregunta que me provoca a estallar?
Me importa un carajo porque no me importa nada
Viviendo la vida sobre hielo delgado
Todavía intento voltear el disco
Bugus diciendo fuma el porro
Es el paquete morado lurkel
Nuestros círculos no tienen [?] aunque saltamos todas tus trampas de tortuga
Corriendo alrededor de la línea de meta
Voy a hacer que la cima se detenga
Échale la culpa al tipo de la espinaca
Porque voy a hacer que tus ojos se salgan
¿Quién viene con este calor?
Podría pintar la Sixtina
Cortarlo con mis ritmos y luego lo retocaré con dieciséis
Escupo sueños como si fueran mocos
Estás rezando a Jesús mientras tu chica está acostada con Judas
Soy un estudiante de mis enemigos
Whisky mezclado con Hennessy
Me tiene sintiéndome jodido
Sintiendo que hay diez de mí
Estoy fumando algo de Kennedy
Directo a la cabeza, esa es la receta secreta de Russ
Juego hasta que muera, hasta mi último aliento
Buscando, buscando algunas reinas en Maspeth
Veo a una actriz, cabello castaño y labios rojos
Viviendo para ser asquerosamente rico
Esperando que sea una chica mala que me dé buen sexo oral
Es una Venus atrapamoscas esperando en la puta audiencia
El ambiente solo los hace redefinir lo que es travieso
Pero no necesito niños mocosos así que voy por ese camino
Robándoles a todos ustedes, bromistas, mis acertijos en mi batcueva
¿Qué carajo es el juego del rap?
Tengo mis propias reglas
Escuchando a Billy Paul, de pie en mis propios zapatos
Esperando que sea suficiente para vencer las esposas que intentan ponerme
La hierba es de color morado como si la hubiera recogido del amigo de Whoopie
Solía estar en el campus, ahora estoy en los Hamptons
Todas estas perras en mi raqueta así que me llaman Peter Sampras
Déjalo para el lienzo que estoy pintando
Picasso de los tiempos modernos
Sintiendo que he desaparecido
Y están esperando para subirse así que
Aquí estoy, cucú, mira el techo por el que me abro paso
Dale tiempo y estaré bien
El mundo está a punto de ver la verdad
Aquí estoy, cucú, mira el techo por el que me abro paso
Dale tiempo y estaré bien
El mundo está a punto de ver la verdad
Sí, Directo del Limbo
¿Hijo de puta, todo bien?
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