4 Broz By Broz - Ragin' at Half Mast [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[J. Rage-a]
They call me J. Rage-a and I keep my shit tight
Engineer by day, journalist by night
Been rapping straight up since the day I was born
Half Mast can vouch, I write lyrical porn
Make dicks stand at attention, can create a monsoon
In the deep south region us two-timers call 'poon'
But I'm not here to shock or offend your sensibilities
I'm looking to increase my lyrical fertility
You claim you got the beats that get all the chicks dancin'
By the rhymes that you bust make you sound like Hanson
You flow is straight pathetic and your diction: reprehensible
A job for you at K-Mart would be much more sensible
But if you want to run with the biggest and the best
I can write all your lyrics, help you cheat on the hip hop test
The cost of inspiration won't be value priced
My rates will leave you saying "Jesus H.Q. Christ!"

[MC Half Mast]
They call me Half Mast in the hood that I'm from
A place called The Pines - like one person has a gun
Make you shit yourself - Revenge of Montezuma
Hitting you with rhymes faster than a crippled puma
Never ate dinner at a place called Dave 'n' Busters
So don't you even ask, you motherfucking motherf***ers
Saving the day just like Batman and Robin
Boned eighty bitches and my dick's still throbbin'
I'm sometimes called Verizon cause I like to have 4gies
When five is too much, and three is only company
Don't mind a critique, but I hate heavy scrutiny
You haters look weak, 'specially when you start saluting me
You listen to these rhymes, there's no way you think they're whack
Cause I am running shit - a goddamn turd on this track

[J. Rage-a]
J. Rage-a and Half Mast, rap duel for the ages
Bringing wisdom to hip-hop, cause we both be sages
But it's time to sign out, so sayonara, fuckers
You can't touch these two-timing suckers
You kiss your mother with that mouth? Shit!