Angry Mic - The Mission [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse One:

With a fucking pill in hand, I'll show you how ill I am
Kill a man with a skillet pan for a kilogram

Build a ???van???, and fill the van with psyclobin
Still ascend to be riveting, get some Ritalin

Cause I riddle them, they be little men, I belittle them
Tell these Gilligans until I win, run the drill again

I'm like krill to them, ya'll just some middle men
Once had fight in you, now you just a WIllingham

I know you feel it, damn, I went and took the grander
And put it in my stanzas, these pussies ain't the answer

??? I hear them banter, how could you be enamored?
No manners, my White Russians look a little tanner

Cooking up the grammar, come and get a fix
And, sonny, I got brick, everyone can get a hit

I become what's in the script, not the front of it, it's flipped
Just begun to make 'em sick, not the one to call it quits


Chorus:

We on a mission to starve divisions of our competition
It's our vision to scar with our bizarre wisdom

While ya'll ???sniffing???, I'm bar flipping then car flipping
So, start listening, could walk with him or fall victim

Spark the piff and our cognition has gone missing
Charted part of the stars when the cigar splitting

Beyond twisted, the bong's gift is these songs written
It's our mission to cause friction when ya'll spitting


Buddy? Where'd he go?


Verse Two:

My bad, I dissed ya'll, I wanted to hit raw
I really wished I would of seen what my dick saw

Then it wouldn't itch or be stuck with a drip, aw
The ??? ??? has his pitfalls

They want me to kick rhymes, I'd rather just kick ya'll
Grab a pistol, smoke you like I'm Monte Cristo

This fame is dysmal, the game is abysmal
These dames want Chrystal, my name ain't Chris Paul

No crossover, and I'm too vulgar for your 'rents
Turn a soldier in the trench to a volva with a stench

My sound surrounds them, I'm Dolby in a sense
You can't hold me, I am Kobe or Ginobli off the bench

Holy Moly, the suspense! Can he murder every verse?
Further coerce earth like the word of the church

Convert 'em with a sermon like a virgin gave me birth
Every person observing asserting they heard of him first


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Verse Three:

I'm more than ample to those debating I can't sell
Get trampled you Damsels, have dates with my Mandels

Put faces to anvils, I'm making examples
No trace in my weight, no mistakes, I am ???Campbell???

Fledgling foes that had fed this pro
Made me set a quota to lower cholesterol

He's emcees pain, this is emcee pleasure
I make beautiful art, I'm MC Escher

You beat meat 'til you skeet all over your sheets
I keep freaks who compete to reach ???peaks???

They need ??? each week, sheesh, I need sleep
Ya'll be weak, he's heat, kapeesh? I repeat

Naw, I ain't gonna repeat shit, you can pull that back

That completes this beat, don't retreat, see me eat

Let these motherfuckers know, Droseph, tell 'em!


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