Depressive Tongue Posse - FUCK YOUR SMART PHONE [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Don’t got no phone on me, just got the chrome on me
Put it to yo dome, homie, leave you an internet ghost only

[Sharxxx]

What’s up with all of you on that throwback shit, them old rap hits
That nostalgia trip, but still gettin’ stuck in the phone trap
It’s a monster, and growin’ massive, I won’t be passive
‘Til Apple off in that closed casket
No passion fo’ dat shit
I’m trackin’ on old-ass shit
I’m passin’ a joint that’s lit
No ‘lectrical robo-stick
I cannot get with the times, I’m, in 1995, dialin’ the number to get online
It’s fine, cuz I’m still busy with victimless crimes, and keepin’ myself out the limelight, shine
Landline in every corner of my crack den, in working order
Drugs from across of the border, Tracphone hoarder, shootin’ at cops and reporters

[Boy Froot]

Up at the corner, talkin’ on a pay phone
Yo I got my water so that I can stay gone
Walkin’ through the desert, I don't need no cellphone
Takin’ every measure just to be left alone
Pager on my hip and the blade in my hand
Empty out the clip on the figures in the sand
I think I'm seein’ shit, hallucinatin’
Reptile bitch third eye illuminatin.’
Yea it’s Boy Froot, no phone in my pocket
Break into ya home then I stuff you in a closet
Too far gone, I ain’t never gone stop it
Talk to the chrome if you wanna fuckin’ gossip
Yeah bitch, it's Depressive Tongue Posse…beeper on my hip, damn right we keep it flossy

[Sharxxx]

I’m jackin’ techno-shit, run for cover
Skimask and a slugger, a mugger
You a buster, thinkin’ that you undercover
But I’ma bust that phone one way or another
Untraceable, faceless
Data in my brain, bitch, never in a place where it can be erased, just
Tryin’ to stay elevated, if DTP don’t make it, I’m jumpin’ on the interstate naked

[Boy Froot]

Fuck a smart phone, I'ont need that shit
All my speakers blown, I’ont need no bitch
Callin’ up Sharxxx on the landline, runnin’ thru the park wit a landmine
I'm comin’ to fuck you up, pourin’ lean in my cup
Fuck an iPhone, bitch I don't want any more of that stuff
All I roll is blunts, bitch we smoke a bunch
It's the pale white witch, smoke pouring out my lungs

[Sharxxx]

I’m comin’ up out of the time machine
Embarrassed by everything I been seein’
What happened to havin’ a life to lead?
It’s all on the web like a spider be
Reality, or simulated fallacy, don’t matter to me
Cuz I will be stabbin’ you IRL, if you be a busta n challenge me