Dratchface - White Track Suit (Route Rev Fwang) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yo
What's up?
Dratchface
Livin' in the 21st century
In the hizz-ouse
Bringin' some tasty rhymes

[Verse 1: Dratchface]
It’s been 17 long hard years, and something’s gotta give
Famous is the way I oughta live, it’s my prerogative
It’s not a fib, took my coke money and I bought a Pibb
Talent like a bottomless pit, I got a lot of it
Shot a hollow tip out the window like a drive-by
I try to bide time before I turn your shirt to tie-dye
Blindsiding MC’s like adultery
Culturally retarded, an artist stricken with gaucheries
Goin' down to ODB’s to get my frickin groceries
The odor, potpourri provoking me to throw up openly
Sober me up, I gotta hit the road eventually
Remember me as the dead MC who spit pretentiously
A mental entity, you’d do well tone a friend to me
Or else you’ll get more shit than the end of a human centipede
Potentially the beat inventor of the century
Step to me and leave without a pulse, like lentil bean

(Hook)
There he goes, rollin down the street in his white track suit
Don’t he look so fly now? (x4)