J. Cole – cLOUDs Ingoa * Kupu Tūpato & Korero Ingoa *

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Kupu Tūpato

My niggas be smokin’ on something loud, head to the clouds
– Kia paowa aku negro i runga i tētahi mea nui, haere ki ngā kapua
I ain’t been steppin’ out, tired of stickin’ out in the crowd
– Kāore au i te haere ki waho, kua ngenge ki te piri ki waho i roto i te mano
This world is changin’ right in front of me
– Kei te huri tēnei ao i mua tonu i ahau
Gray hairs, I’m agin’ quicker than I thought I’d be
– He makawe hina, he tere ake taku koroheketanga i taku i whakaaro ai

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)

Please believe these flows teach egos
– Tena koa whakapono ko enei rere e whakaako ana i nga ego
To freeze and then recede, I’m C4
– Hei whakamā, kātahi ka hoki whakamuri, Ko C4 ahau
Beneath your Jeep, the second you turn that keyhole
– I raro i tou Jeep, te tuarua tahuri koe e keyhole
Then heat blows your weak flows right out the water
– Kātahi ka pupuhi te wera i ō rerenga ngoikore ki waho tonu o te wai
The father, boy, I work smarter and harder
– Ko te papa, e tama, he pai ake taku mahi, he uaua ake hoki
My style got a restraining order, don’t bother
– I whiwhi taku kāhua i tētahi whakahau ārai, kaua e whakararuraru
I charter unseen territories in order
– Ka whakatūria e au ngā rohe kāore I kitea i runga i te raupapa
To push it farther than you niggas had ever thought of
– Ki te akiaki i te reira atu i a koutou niggas i whakaaro ake o
I caught a lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs
– He maha nga whakapae mo te kohuru, ka huri I nga kaitoi hei kaiwhakaatu
When I rock, thot turns to goddess
– Ka wiri ahau, ka tahuri a thot ki te atua
Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible
– Ka tahuri nga rewera ki nga kingi, ka huri nga moemoea ki nga mea e kitea ana
My hands are full with grands I pulled
– E ki ana oku ringa i nga mea nui I kumea e ahau
From stanzas, no, I can’t go slow, I’m Sandra Bull’
– Mai i ngā rerenga, kāore, kāore e taea e au te haere puhoi, ko Sandra Bull ahau’
Either proceed with speed or don’t breathe
– Haere tonu ki te tere kaua ranei e manawa
There’s no creed or color that won’t heed to the warning
– Kāore he whakapono he tae rānei e kore e aro ki te whakatūpato
The planet’ll shake when I’m performing
– Ka wiri te ao ina mahi au
Tectonic plates from a place where TECs on they waist
– Ko ngā papa whenua mai i tētahi wāhi e mau ana ngā Tec ki runga i te whitiki
So stay safe or get left with chest on your face
– Na noho haumaru ranei kia mahue ki te pouaka i runga i tou mata
As death waits for your last of breath
– I te wa e tatari ana te mate ki to manawa whakamutunga
I’ma pass the test, yes, I’m a master chef
– Ka paahitia e au te whakamātautau, ae, he tohunga tunu kai ahau
Want a taste, then pay for it
– Hiahia i te reka, ka utu mo te reira
They claim they’re real, but they’re seldom straightforward
– E kī ana rātau he tūturu rātau, engari he ruarua noa iho rātau
The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame
– Ko te mamae e pa ana ki taku anga ka huri hei mura kino
I spit fire at the devil while the angels sing
– Ka tuwha atu ahau i te ahi ki te rewera i te wa e waiata ana nga anahera
The flow changed, but Jermaine’s the same, I’m plain jane
– I huri te rere, engari ko Jermaine tonu, he jane noa ahau
Not a chain on my neck, but shine like baguettes
– Ehara i te mekameka i runga i toku kaki, engari whiti rite baguettes
A shame, not a flex to rhyme like the rest
– He whakama, ehara i te mea he ngohengohe ki te rerenga rite ki te toenga
My mind’s quite depressed if I don’t write these
– He tino pouri toku hinengaro ki te kore au e tuhi i ēnei
I’m Spike Lee of the audio, back in my barrio
– Ko Spike Lee ahau o te oro, hoki ki taku rohe
Parties got shot up, so I built up on my cardio
– I pupuhi ake ngā rōpū, nō reira i hanga e au i runga i taku ngakau
Dodge shells, collect coins like I’m Mario
– Dodge anga, kohikohi moni rite Ahau Mario
But this is not a gaming experience, I’m serious, nigga
– Engari ehara tenei i te wheako petipeti, he tino nui ahau, nigga

Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake)
Straight up (Straight up, straight up, yeah)
– Tika ake (Tika ake, tika ake, ae)

My niggas be smokin’ on something loud, head to the clouds
– Kia paowa aku negro i runga i tētahi mea nui, haere ki ngā kapua
I ain’t been steppin’ out, tired of stickin’ out in the crowd
– Kāore au i te haere ki waho, kua ngenge ki te piri ki waho i roto i te mano
This world is changin’ right in front of me
– Kei te huri tēnei ao i mua tonu i ahau
Gray hairs, I’m agin’ quicker than I thought I’d be
– He makawe hina, he tere ake taku koroheketanga i taku i whakaaro ai

I’m that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed Trump
– Ko au te pahu i roto i tō kōpaki, te pōro i ngaro I A Trump
The gun that jammed ’cause it seemed God had other plans
– Ko te patu i mau i te ‘no te Mea i te Ahua Nei He mahere Ke Ta Te Atua
The Son of Man extendin’ his hand to Son of Sam
– Ko Te tama a Te Tangata e totoro ana i tona ringa Ki Te Tama a Hamu
In forgiveness for all of the homicides we witnessed
– I te murunga hara mo nga kohuru katoa i kite ai matou
The overdramatized, the traumatized with sickness
– Ko te overdramatized, ko te traumatized ki te mate
Thrown in the pan and caramelized for richness
– Maka i roto i te paraharaha, me te caramelized mō te taonga
And served on a plate with sirloin steak
– A ka mahi i runga i te pereti ki te steak sirloin
To billionaires who don’t care the world’s gon’ break
– Ki ngā piriona e kore e aro ki te ao e haere ana ki te okioki
Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit
– I te mea e whiwhi moni ana rātau, ka whai hua te mamae
One man gains it soon as the next man lost it
– Ka whiwhi wawe te tangata kotahi i te mea ka ngaro te tangata e whai ake nei
There’s a bridge you can walk to hear God talk
– He piriti ka taea e koe te haere ki te whakarongo Ki Te Korero A Te Atua
But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses
– Engari he tino tūponotanga iti ka whiti te tangata whai rawa
‘Cause greed is a poisonous seed, indeed
– ‘No te mea he purapura paitini te hiahia, he pono
As it spreads like weeds through the mind’s apple trees
– I a ia e horapa ana ano he tarutaru i roto i nga rakau aporo o te hinengaro
I proceed with caution, and I’m not flossin’
– Ka haere tonu ahau me te tupato, a ehara ahau i te flossin’
Unlike some, I’m not defined by my fortune
– Kaore I rite ki etahi, kaore au e tautuhia e taku waimarie
I’m defined by rhymes, though I’m in my prime
– Ka tautuhia ahau e ngā rerenga, ahakoa kei te tino pai ahau
There was times that I was down ’cause I’d thought I’d lost it
– I ētahi wā ka hinga ahau, nā te mea i whakaaro ahau kua ngaro ahau
But no, lo and behold, as my poetry grows
– Engari kaore, nana, i te mea e tipu haere ana taku waiata
I give all glory to God as the story unfolds
– Ka hoatu e ahau te kororia katoa ki te Atua i te wa e puta ana te korero
And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show
– A ko nga makawe hina e tupu ana i runga i toku mahunga ka whakaatu
Ain’t no time limit to get it, you ain’t never too old
– Kāore he wā e whāiti ana ki te tiki, kāore koe i te pakeke rawa
So keep hold of your dream, no matter how it seems
– Na kia mau ki to moemoea, ahakoa he aha te ahua
If you don’t water your lawn, well, then it won’t stay green
– Ki te kore koe e whakainu i tō tarutaru, pai, e kore e noho matomato
I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen
– I kite ahau i ngā pēpi e huri ana hei rewera, e haurangi ana ki te mata
That dad shares, cashiers replaced by machines
– Ka tohaina e taua papa, ka whakakapia nga kaitiaki ki nga miihini
Don’t buy, subscribe so you can just stream
– Kaua e hoko, ohauru kia taea e koe te rere noa
Your content like rent, you won’t own a thing
– Ko to ihirangi ano he reti, kaore koe e whai i tetahi mea
Before long, all the songs the whole world sings
– Kāore i roa, ka waiata katoa ngā waiata o te ao katoa
Will be generated by latest of AI regimes
– Ka hangaia e nga tikanga HOU O AI
As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream
– Ka rite ki te katoa o to tatou toi tino mukua e te reira karanga
From the wayside, “Ayy, whatever happened to human beings?”
– Mai i te taha o te ara, ” Ayy, ahakoa he aha te mea i pa ki te tangata?”

Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
– Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
– Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
– Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
– Tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake, tika ake

My niggas be smokin’ on something loud
– Ka paowa aku negro i runga i tētahi mea nui


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