Don't Flop - Marlo & Shuffle-T (Round Three) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Marlo/Shuffle-T]
[Shuffle-T]
Don't get pissed off about the old shit, I'm just a young'un, Verb
Obviously that dinosaur shit kinda touched a nerve
He calls himself The God
And he's from the hood
[Marlo] Of Slough
His knowledge is from the streets, it's not from a book
Which is obvious because if you gave it a proper look
You'd see you can't be good because The Bible says that God is good
And you are not good
But I don't believe in God, or the way that religion is forged
Don't believe what's in The Bible, the way it's written and forced
Everything about God just makes me livid and bored
But thank you very fucking much, for Christmas and war

[Marlo]
Joker you giant slice of protein and fibre pie
You're not holy, divine, or wise
You don't glow in a shining light
You're not Jehovah and Christ combined
Your beard's not grown to a mighty size
You're not responsible for 90% of the reasons known for just why we fight
And blow up each other when loaded with dynamite
And mostly deny the rights of those that The Bible cites as broken and vile inside
You're not a joke to a science mind
You know what, you're also definitely not the reason why genuinely good people find hope in their times of strife
You get on stage wearing stupid beads and don't even try to rhyme
You just choke and then cry sometimes
And say 'God' more often than Napoleon Dynamite

[Shuffle-T]
And Kruger says they can see he uses guns as a crutch like Planet Terror
I like that, so I thought I'd do one for this massive heffer
Since you're always acting like you have a weapon
Like you clap Berettas and bang the tech
But you need that novelty in your battle penning since you only make an impact with the gun punch like Jack from Tekken

[Marlo]
Be honest, put your hands up if you didn't catch the reference
Okay thanks, we had a bet and that's a tenner

[Shuffle-T]
I can't believe we share the T in our name - you cunt
And how are you a verb? That's a doing word and you don't seem to do much
People say Verb's boring, that's hardly true
When he's not creating the hardest tunes, he's moving on to pastures new
Anything with adrenalin that's getting his heart to boost
You know like golf, checkers, arts and crafts with glue
And trust me his collection of carpet samples is huge
You and Nils M Skils should go and start a group called the 24 hour party crew

[Marlo]
Yeeeaaaaaahh I'm sick of the doubters
Verb isn't a downer
He's wild as fuck mate he sings in the shower and alphabetises the bookmarks on his internet browser
I'll bet that bitches surround you
Rumour has it, when swinging with physical power
This limitless kid'll astound you
Hitting a sixty in cricket and rounders
You throw a party, Verb is bringing the powder
But don't get it twisted about
It's not for sniffing it down
It's just in case he gets an irritable itch in his trousers

[Shuffle-T]
You guys are boring and quiet at any main event
Such genuinely boring and lazy men you probably spend days in bed
You're so awkward to talk to you're never making friends
You could get laser-lenged, by David Brent

[Marlo]
That's also ironic you see
Because you two comical freaks
Respectfully podgy and weedy
Look like Brent and Dock on Equality Street
If their ethnic origins swapped in their sleep
[Shuffle-T] YOUR VOLUME OF SPEECH
Is a real problem you have when you're rapping your writtens
First you start, real quiet, like a rat in the kitchen
THEN GET LOUDER AND ANGRIER WITH IT
EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE FACING THE CROWD AND NOT ACTUALLY ATTACKING your victim
You can never keep it averagely balanced and that is a problem you have with your spitting
In fact, battling him is like standing and listening to a rollercoaster from an absolutely static position
(Demonstration from Shuffle-T)
You can tell that he's practically wishing that Smack'll be sitting across the Atlantic division with his laptop clapping and grinning

[Marlo] He actively wishes he was in the Ultimate Rapping League so fucking badly
He told them he'd gladly
Fold [?]'s jeans, all of his damp sheets, til they afford him a clash with the whores with the panties, with the boards that announce the order the rounds be
In the morning time bro
When your alarm goes
It's Don De Marco

[Marlo]
See, whenever you're battling now
In the middle of rapping a round
You drop a gun rhyme puncline and act like you're proud
Looking back at the crowd
Calm, collected, half expecting a klaxon to sound
(Shuffle-T plays radio mash-up klaxon sound)
Now to finish this, we thought
(Shuffle-T plays radio mash-up klaxon sound incessantly)
Fuck it, time