Don't Flop - Marlo vs Mos Prob (Round Two) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Marlo]
Every time I see you, you have your fucking keyboard - it's true
Just in case when you're out on the streets performing rap
At least you'll always have the option to drop one of your really awesome tracks
You're that completely normal guy
On a battle card that'll practice bars on a Yamaha at the park
You've actually brought it with you today on top of everything else
In the megabus' special luggage, on top of everything else
You're like a fucking parent who's been scaring themself silly
Convinced that their kid'll be in menacing peril if they let it out of their sight for a second and dwell
It's a musical instrument - I'm sure it can fend for itself
Your man's overprotective as hell
Still, you never can tell
It's best to be careful and help
I knew a drum kit once which was left by itself
Went into the kitchen, grabbed the kettle, it fell on to his head, smacked it open like an egg in a shell
It was never itself
Next time I see you with that piece of pointless trash
We'll see what kind of damage it really ought to stand
I'll rip the keyboard off your back
Smash open the black notes and pee in all the gaps
So when you want to play in a major key the Es are falling flat
And eeK gets fucking mad (because of the key it ought to have)
Why the keyboard? Well, he composes scores
Made with pure skill for loads of your favourite short films
Wow, your parents must be super proud, man
Whenever you do a soundtrack
I'd turn the movie sound down, the movie sounds crap
His girlfriend's a battler, you know what rhymes with Rapunsell? Crap cuddles
How did you get a girlfriend to start battling? What was your method?
Did you sit her down, teach her rap and Hip Hop as a lesson
Then casually pop her the question?
Like 'Jaqueline, you could make me happy and honest I reckon
Now tell me what rhymes with hell-of-a-guy and you could rap on Don't Flop in second
I'm just imagining Prob re-enacting the plot of inception
Like Di Caprio's character, Cobb
He magically hops in her head and begins a dramatically complex adventure that's elaborate, long and contentious
And he implants the idea deep within her subconscious, now that'd be proper impressive
He'd even do the score himself so the soundtrack is an ominous presence
And now the battle scene has Adam D and Jaqueline
The family rapping team, aww that is sweet
One day she'll wake up from the trance and realise you're just a spastic freak
How did you get a girlfriend...
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[Mos Prob]
I'm sorry to let you down
This isn't really in my image, it feels a bit like quitting
But for the next few rounds
I'm not going to win by entertaining, I'm going to win by winning
See, I want to test you [?]
Try my hardest to hit you
You mention your partner because he's sick and writes half of your shit too
You're best friends with Shuffle
All the polava you've been through
But you can't hardly rest on your laurels when your Hardy is with you
You're tall but for all [?] audience applauds [?] raucous [?]
He even got endorsed by a The Saurus
But I've got [?] support for my rawness
[?]
It's just awkward you weren't taught a course in endurance
So flog a dead horse til it's sore, I'm sure it's fun
But I give it four months til they're bored of this Morecambe & More cum
Your parents play Monopoly with actual property
And have their sushi served rawer than a Unanymous policy
People like us should be grateful for a chance to promote our comedy
Not talking over opponents, gloating cockily
For fuck's sake show some modesty
I don't give a floating toffee sweet for the TV panel show spot you seek
This isn't Mock The Week, this is mock the weak
And in the novelty stakes you've gained impressive height
You said lyrical once, and by Jove you've said it twice
But remember guys
Even though your fan-base has grown in depth and size
The Vengaboys had number one records twice
And still never really stood the test of time
So if you do get a spot at world domination four
I'll pull out my Venga-knife and take a Venga-flight just to shank you in your Venga-eyes
You Venga-claat
And when you make that inevitable slide to appalling
And the audience starts finding you boring
I'll be like 'Lo, how the mighty have fallen'
Shed one crocodile tear like when I'm listening to the cries of an orphan
And one actual tear like the day I had to say goodbye to my foreskin
I never cross the line, I've never got enemies
My one rule is that I never let this obsessive need to act offensively ever get to me
However, your four-year-old sister...
...is the only person that thinks you've got any longevity
And she don't even know what the hell it means
And I know your ilk and it's plain
People like 'Wow, a posh bloke with a skill - that's insane'
But dopeness wasn't built on a stage
And Rome wasn't built in a day
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