Doc Da Mindbenda - Tree Tops [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Tree Tops actually serves as the albums first Interlude. The track is built around the Rugged Nuggets 45 "Yo Todo Tu Yo". Chopping a break that appears a minute into, and restructuring it. Then adding a low filter and some saturation as well as compressing the sample. Then i layered a heavy 808 and a bass slide that appears every eight bars. Some percussions drive the rhythm mostly with some James Brown grunts adding to the nostalgic feel of this beat. This was actually the last record we recorded for the project. Almost in the 25th hour,Martin wanted to bring something different to the project and this was a great break early into the album

[Intro]

[Verse: Martin $ky]
Versace on the sofa with the loafers in the back
Pretty sober now I'm layin face first up off the pack
And this time around I'm taking my unusual approach
Pretty poached,get em soaked in lighter fluid burn they shitty raps with quotes from my old shit
The barrel looked vacant,but I fired on the rappers tryna make it out they basements
Tryna get a verse from me to get that blog placement
Cop an 8th and said "Fuck em" the end of that conversation
Grillin meat while sittin higher than the tree tops
Beat boxed and them tires screeched when the heat sparked
Better keep the heat lasers aiming at the villain who
Shit on everybody,killed em all and make the city news
Put me in a box and watch me break out
You can either pay me or the invoice from my pay pal
Making more noise so I ain't hearin all the fuck shit
Bar for bar you rappers know I ain't the one to fuck wit
Blunts is gettin hollowed out,rapper wit cotton mouth
The product of a common doubt,their style is just too common now
Started from the top and gettin nowhere fast
Press the gas,let it coast,don't choke on all of that weed smoke
Find somebody who would give a fuck cause nigga we don't
Negatives around so I'mma drag my square and be gone
Fillin in the void wit a masterpiece,well actually
I'm fillin it wit cannabis,combustions and catastrophes
To the top with this grade A music
Dope game the influence,propane got it brewin
In that booth spit the real,that's the recipe jack
Get a fade and fly on past where all them pigeons be at