Demigodz - Dumb High [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One] [Apathy]:
There'll never be a better cracker rapper for a lack of better words
Batter up, I'm bad as fuck, fuck a battle, y'all are nerds
Nerf balls in the Super Bowl, absolutely absurd
Serve rappers like soup bowls with skulls for dessert
Surfs up, you'll certainly get sunk
Drive your whip off a pier with you tied up in the trunk
This is truck music, ask your girlfriend cause we fuck to it
Inside a SUV I'll set you free
Rip your soul out your body, I'mma let you see
The cosmos, God's close, turn your flesh into compost
I'm confident, dick big as the Washington Monument
I'm grimy as fuck but still walk amongst the opulent
Abandon ship, rip your spirit out then I'll banish it
Then channel it with ancient manuscripts and amulets
Come from willimantic kids are speakin' that Spanish shit
Don't throw me on the beat if you don't want me to damage it

[Verse Two] [Motive]:
I'm on some other shit now, just for the fuck of it
I get down like Chris Brown do, but Mo' cut a bitch
My money grows on trees, a dow farmer
Out for presidents to represent me nigga, like Shawn Carter
I say my rhymes sorta like a suicide bomber
With marijuana, leave your city smokin' like Osama
The Demigodfather here to settle problems and beef
All my utensils is metal nigga, I'm starvin', let's eat
Handle the job for any faggots thinkin' Godz is sweet
The Prodigy that bring Havoc when D.R.'s Mobb Deep
It's Hell On Earth if I don't cake up much quicker
The kid can't function with no paper, like a printer
Like Ninja Turtles with no Splinter
Strippers with no tippers
Hip hop with no niggas (Yeah right)
I got a motherfuckin' plan to get it crackin' fam
Have you held up and stuck like a traffic jam

[Verse Three] [Esoteric]:
Where your bars at?
We don't horse around
This ain't for all that
You could get tortured now
You ain't killin' the game, your Escalades are four cylinder
I'm a super villain spittin' villainous slang
The Dillinger bang or was it my voice? My weapon of choice
Blogs taint my links like they stealin' my chain
You ain't the master but I'm willin' to train
Fuck a rapper turned singer, dog I'm feelin' no pain
Got my body on earth and my brain on the moon
I'm in two places at once like MF Doom
Ha
Get ya lifted like cannabis sativa
Lyrically foot loose like Canibus in Teva's
Haha
It's unanimously Ether like when QB's speak on the Jay/Nas beef
You cop Haggar briefs at TJ Max and Chaps
I don't fuck with that, I'm Polo strapped
I don't know you dawg, so no more dap
We the best alive, you couldn’t get this fly with Miyagi, chopsticks, and pesticide

[Interlude] [Snippet from the motion picture 'Tombstone']:
"You tell him I'm coming and Hell's coming with me you hear?! Hell's coming with me!"

[Verse Four] [Open Mic]:
Man listen
I'mma show you what you’ve been missin'
I spit with conviction like rap’s my religion
Smash up your set then I’ll bail like I’m Christian
Too late for you to escape with Snake Plissken
A man on a mission, man on a wire
I’m Denzel bringin' you hell, Man on Fire
This shit is gettin' old so I plan to retire
But plans often change, now my name’s on your flyer
The innovator, old school Demigodz originator
Stay fresh, keep my notebooks in the refrigerator
Dictionary dictator, sorta like a waiter
The way I serve emcee’s will make you wanna tip me later
No need for the gratuity
I’m tearin' that ass up, I never pass up the opportunity
To take your shit talk and flush it
I’m no joke
Boy ya shoulda known by now, Meezy does it

[Verse Five] [Celph Titled]:
Outside my house is investigators
So I invest in gators to rip the chest of a perpetrator
Plus the K-9 squad of German Sheppards and Rotts
And when they catch you they gon' show you what Heaven is not
I'm a man of mystery
Put them grams on the triple beam, 50 grand when I spit my speech
(Ain't shit to me)
No serial on my gun I got tricks up my sleeve
Frosted Flakes on my blow, Lucky Charms in my weed
Ridiculous but inconspicuous
Crime computers has my name with 'dangerous' in parenthesis
I burst a gasket
I'm off the hinges
These are syringes filled with criminal vengeance
I get the doe
I got the props
Sniper on speed dial, I call the shots
Alert the marshals, the Feds, yeah the policemen too
Just know if faggots didn't exist then neither would you