Don't Flop - The Saurus vs 100 Bulletz (Round One) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[100 Bulletz]
Bamalam got rock bands
You get a more Grimey scheme from me
Cos this Wretch 32, Wiley rob Matter
That scene ugly, Jehst cos he Swayed judges with Flip Trix
And deemed funny Nines Rattlin at him
Deacon bullets Ghetto Plan B dummy
I got a Tempah T, I call a shot so leap dog or your team bloody
Lowkey my Ruff Sqwad Roll Deep in The Streets and gets P Money
*Repeats scheme*
Compared to those rappers, what did you actually do?
You call yourself legendary, when it ain't actually true
Rest in piece, Biggie, Pac, Jam Master and Proof
But im saying Bullets killed way bigger rappers than you
Tell The Saurus book for cover or get lit up like an e reader
Your soul fly, laced over electric lines like some cheap sneakers
Your skin crawling with leach feeders or being chopped with a meat cleaver
Guard your crown or you kilt/killed with a big cap like a beef eater
I lost to Bamalam, thats Pulp Ficiton bring out the gimp
I go Medieval, a bad record player better start skipping like a broken needle
Prone to evil, I control the masses with my words like the popes cathedral
Now you begging for a pound in your mug like british homeless people
They know im lethal see these clips earlier like a Matinée
Saying I got bad bars gets you Two-Cans for acting gay
You didn't used to rap this way, your whole approach to rap has changed
I taught him how to rhyme and punch at the same time, im Cassius Clay
Wordplay, name flips, dont fake or pretend
I say a Shawshank Redemption line, against DNA you say it again
Behind bars, you just like Andy Dufresne at the end
You gotta walk in someone elses shoes to break out the pen
Listen, you gon' lose today, sensei punching ain't a Kumite
What got you thinking your a peer? This is how Bulletz choose his prey
For even thinking your up here, watch how Bulletz chews his prey
Ask anyone in Europe here, if your who Bulletz chooses, pray
Before the Grand Prix, you said I would be the next rapper that would make it
Each punch fascinated, every win congratulated
So i won't diss your dead pops and make your tuck your tail like Patrick Stay did
But when i muzzle him in London, thats another vet decapitated

[The Saurus]
That whole introductory scheme I wanna give him credit
But truth be told, I didn't get it
Now London, Don't Flop, y'all have every ounce of my respect
Last time out I let you down, today im balancing a debt
Remember when you choked and all they talked bout was how you shit the bed
Then I choked and won cos I still had the round of the event
Homie, that how life goes and with three round like those
Bulletz 'bout to be another body found ice cold
His last performance, Sub-Zero, this square down right froze
So saying he's a Villun is that something ill buy no/albino
Every battles the same old inpracticle angle
Bitch a 100 ain't got nothing on an actual bank role
Your wife told me come through to the pad for some brain though
Mouth open at the door like the castle of Grayskull
Yo, thats how I do it, wait, make a counter move and power through it
You, maxed out your altitude and your about to loose it
You got the pound then prove it
I'll give you 'till the count of two or silence you with muzzle thats mounted to it
This is for every human in the crowd assuming i came out to ruin
This chance you got, so i will now consume him
Fuck a Glock, AK, eagle or sniper from a tower shooting
You can't beat me no matter how high the calibre of round your using
See your the same every battle, thats the cold blooded truth
No growth your new shit looks like your old footage looped
I would invest in him but theres no fucking use
Cos he'll never break through, Ive just showed bulletproof
He was dead to start, check his heart, severed into seperate parts
Just a mark, every bar stretched as far as Central Park
Im guessing sparking cess around him isnt ever smart
Cos I dont mean my favorite battle of the night when I say I Sensa Ark