Elite - Crabs In A Bucket [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Let me paint a picture for you real quick it'll only be a second
If you competition with me listen this could be depressing
I paint a pretty scene when leave present in a dream
Cuttin pictures outa magazines, mean
What I say, say what I mean, got a mean flow
Ego, size of a steam boat, yeah that boy aiight
But he ain't fuckin wit Elite tho
Whole team monsters a mufuckin freak show
Beast mode, beats so knockin feelin like I'm kickin teeth
With a pair of cleats on, be gone
Finna get my feast on, sick of hearin hot rhymes in weak songs
Sicka hearin shots fired when somebody make it we should have a hating holiday the way we celebrate it in America
They love tearing you down
Crabs in a bucket ain't nobody wearing the crowd for long

They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket
They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket

I used to make beats, yeah I was double R
Yeah I was fuckin raw, I had a couple songs
I made this shit called Shootouts remember that?
Movie score shit bitch I invented that
Pen a rap now too and I'm a 10 at that
Fuck ya bitch and send he back
Give that bitch a bent'd back
Never take her out to dinner I ain't in to that
I just have her makin sounds like she in a tennis match
Ha! six love mark it down, release the hounds on ya better call the pound, shit is lookin dim for ya like inside a lounge, not quite number one yet but somewhere right around
In due time ima get it boy I can't lose
Half white half mexican i'm Cancun
Damn soon the crabs will call for the kings head
You know they hate to see them wings spread. shit


They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket
They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket

We comin, know you hear them footsteps creepin
Hope before I die, I get a good Knicks season
Gotta keep a smile even though It's misleading
Kill it when I hit it bitch you gon' be grieving
Steven King pussy when I get up in pussy
Put a sonnin on a rookie ya'll just little kids to me
In my own class bitch and i'm alone here
You act bold prolly fold like a lawn chair
Rappers wanna talk funny like Coneheads
Gon' head, sleep, make ya own bed
Old heads prolly lookin over shoulders
What you expected, I'm next thought I told ya boy

They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket
They ain't wearing the crown for long, wearing the crowd for long, na na na
Fuck it too many crabs in a crabs in a bucket