C-Rayz Walz - Body You [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: C-Rayz Walz (Whispering)]
Body you (x10)

[Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz]
Round Table talk come the psycho-face author
Put your money on this one—that is a scorcher
Hot like summer days on Mars, some of these are stray bars
Innocent emcees might get hit and scarred
Yo, shit's bananas, wild for the night, kids get hit
With the quickness, those metallic holes leave no witness
Crucial conflict is, police containment
My arraignment is verbal, I heard you, merge through
At stage five, herbal lye, disturbing news
Getting my tax return for paying dues
Gassed up like poots in a space shuttle booth
En route to the sun in a jumping jack suit
Jheri curl juice on your sheep skin
Shirt off the deep end, with spiked pillows sleeping
For my passion in life, I'm splashing the mic
You wanna body me? (What?) You must've seen a casket you like
This tip is hollow. A mistake, someone could borrow your life
So [here in the now?], or tomorrow's tonight
I aim to laugh at your crap and blast silver
And if you ever write rap, we'll kill ya

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz] (x2)
Body you—lobby or stoop
Body you—in front of your building elevator, back step or the Coupe
Body you—on the mic, show and prove my sound
Body you—bring it to the final round

[Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz]
My news strip is front-row music—stupid
Wanna reduce this, flows clog like mucus
My exclusive—body you tracks, Clue can't get his true spit
In life's movie, I direct like Kubrick
You clueless; I was born to do this
You got no props, called your girls house; she be like, "Who's this?"
Impromptu improvement, nullify the nuisance
Twist your wig like hurricane musician movements
Show, prove, and move quick
See the aura from this brightly lit human?
Scientists wondering what I'm doing
Poems on bones near stones in Rome ruins
Fuck police!
They'll body you, tune in—full frequency [?]
You on the wrong side for choosing
Be born again, body yourself in seclusion
The rest of fluid flows in my pen to paper unions
Scripts I write be sunlight hype like little children
But ain't nothing sweet like cotton candy, so slow your stroll
Cause in real life I'm fat like Rolli Roll
I'll body you!
And whoever you spitting close to
Approach you where you lay your vocals and choke you

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]

[Bridge: C-Rayz Walz]
Body you
Run up
Body you
Run up
Body you
Run up
Body you
Run up in you
Body you
Body you
And with the right crew...

[Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz]
On the rise, [?] your fat snot
Sleeping on the D Train from the first to the last stop
This is for the have nots—take that
I sing boasts, float notes while my quotes crash yachts—take that
Drop 16 on an 8 Track, BC date cats—before C-Rayz
I [was fire?] dread, rocking the solar cap
Red Rover rat, green light—"but I can't go for that"
Now go for this and get your wrist split with a hatchet
Put holes in your cipher like a tennis racket
Be a tough character too petty to stress cat
I'll body you on an MTV Celebrity Death Match
A smart kid, grew up on a dumb block
Kill you at a basketball game with a jump shot
I'll body you for thinking you can fake the art
Vampire bloodsuckers get a stake through the heart

[Hook: C-Rayz Walz]