Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
Con-con— (I’m back, I wanna make you mine) Conductor
– Tha Mi air ais-i’m back (Gaelic)
Yeah (I’m back, I wanna make you mine)
– Yeah (tha mi air ais, tha mi airson do dhèanamh)
Ha-ha, right?
– Hail hail, hail?
Uh, I’m back
– Tha mi air ais
That’s right
– Tha sin ceart
It feels so good to be back, mane
– ‘S math a bhith air ais, a mhona
I’m back, baby
– Gotcha air ais, leanabh
By popular demand, ayo
– A rèir iarrtas mòr-chòrdte, ayo
Moved out the city, copped the house in the sticks
– A ‘gluasad a-mach às a’ bhaile, a ‘ copaigeadh an taigh anns na maidean
Couple acres, couple whips, whole lotta blicks
– Acraichean càraid, cuileagan càraid, blicks lotta gu lèir
I got options, baby, take your pick
– Fhuair mi roghainnean, pàisde, gabh do thaghadh
Might fuck around and coordinate the fit, take a—
– Dh’fhaodadh fuck timcheall agus a ‘ co-òrdanachadh an iomchaidh, gabh a—
Ha-ha, this my life in film, baby, I just write the script
– Ha-ha, seo mo bheatha ann am film, pàisde, bidh mi dìreach a ‘ sgrìobhadh an sgriobt
Mister really put that on, they be counterfeit
– Mister dha-rìribh a ‘ cur sin air, iad a bhith gòrach
I’m taking calculated risk, too legit to quit
– Tha mi a ‘ gabhail cunnart àireamhaichte, ro legit airson stad
Can get you niggas acclimated quick
– Mar as urrainn dhut niggas a luathachadh
It’s rules to this shit, hol’ up—
– Tha e riaghailtean a tha seo shit, hol ‘ suas—
I got murals in my city, fuck a nomination
– Fhuair mi mo ghaol anns a ‘ bhaile, fuck ainm-sgrìobhte
This for every time they left me out the conversation
– Seo airson a h-uile uair a dh ‘ fhàg iad mi a-mach an còmhradh
I’m back by popular demand and world domination
– Tha mi air ais le iarrtas mòr-chòrdte agus uachdranas an t-saoghail
I’m finna bomb on niggas plans, fresh off my vacation
– Is mise fionnna bomb air planaichean niggas, fresh off my vacation
I was sittin’ back, watchin’ from a eagle eye
– Shuidh mi air ais, a’ coimhead bho shùil iolaire
Tryin’ not to react, just give me one reason
– Na bi a ‘ freagairt, dìreach thoir dhomh aon adhbhar
I swear, I’m on full attack, East Coast nigga ’til I die
– Tha Mi sgith ‘s Mi leam Fhin, O Ho ro seinn
It’s clear who the heir apparent king of NY, nigga
– Tha e soilleir cò an oighre rìgh follaiseach NY, nigga
Straight like that, come on
– Dìreach mar sin, thig air adhart
Told y’all niggas I’m back, come on
– I am nigga, i am back
Yeah, the ruler’s back, baby
– Tha an ceannard air ais, pàisde
Ayo
– Ayo
Too much West Coast dick lickin’
– Too much beach chair
I’m hearin’ niggas throwin’ rocks, really ain’t shit stickin’
– Tha mi a’ cluinntinn ‘niggas throwin’ creagan, gu dearbh chan eil shit stickin’
‘Cause if we talkin’ bar-for-bar, really it’s slim pickings
– ‘Adhbhar ma bhruidhneas sinn’ bar-for-bar, gu dearbh is e pickings caol a th ‘ ann
I rap like I draw pentagrams and kill chickens, nigga
– Tha mi a ‘rap mar a tha mi a’ tarraing pentagrams agus a ‘ marbhadh cearcan, nigga
Fuck around with your soul like ether, quick for a feature
– Fuck timcheall le d ‘ anam mar ether, luath airson feart
This that black Airforce energy comin’ out your speaker
– Seo gu bheil lùth Dubh Airforce a ‘ tighinn a-mach don neach-labhairt agad
I’m out your reach, your arms too short to box the Elohim
– Tha mi a-mach do ruigsinneachd, do ghàirdeanan ro ghoirid airson bogsa An Elohim
Still reigning rap supreme, me and Steelo had a dream
– ‘S ged a bha mi’ s Mo Leannan a ‘ seòladh
I stand tall in this rap thing like Yao Ming
– Tha mi a ‘ seasamh àrd anns an rud rap seo Mar Yao Ming
And won’t stop ’til the crowd sing when I’m crowned king
– ‘S nach seinninn fhìn’ n uair a thàin ‘mi null air àird a’ chuain
My aura scream and my style ring
– Mo sgreuch aura agus an fhàinne stoidhle agam
This ain’t boom bap, nigga, this that boom-bow-bing
– Chaha tha tujhe, chaha tha tujhe malum na tha
We can run a fair one, I knew some real hitters, but I ain’t never fear none
– Is urrainn dhuinn fear cothromach a ruith, bha fios agam air cuid de luchd-bualadh fìor, ach chan eil eagal orm a-riamh
Guess that’s just the Brooklyn in me, they must not know where I’m from
– Is dòcha gur e Sin Dìreach Am Brooklyn annam, feumaidh nach eil fios aca cò às a tha mi
Heard that they was lookin’ for me, okay
– Chuala mi gun robh iad a’ coimhead air mo shon, ceart gu leòr
Tell ’em, “Here I come, I’m nowhere near done with you, nigga”
– Tell ’em, ” Seo mise a ‘ tighinn, chan eil mi faisg air do dhèanamh, nigga”
You fuckin’ stupid?
– Tha thu nad idiot?
