FellowMan - (Do the Beat) Justice [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
If you love this, lemme see you pump fist
Do the beat justice!
Peep the trumpet, not to be fucked with
Do the beat justice!
If you love this, you can't flub this
Do the beat justice!
Your FellowMan 'bout to bust this, on the rough tip
I do the beat justice!

[Verse 1]
I awoke to a dope bassline
Looked around the crib, wondering "is this place mine?"
Never mind, yo that beat's live
A peace pipe, pot of java, now I'm buzzing like a beehive
Bare feet, concrete, get the street vibe
Seems like a nice day to ride, go back inside
Brush up, fix up, eat some eggs and grits up
Wash the pits up, all that Slick Rick stuff
Time to go, kill the radio
Cut the lights off, shut the window, oh
Put the Ipod on, press play, hey!
It's that same damn beat that I've been hearing all day
Kinda got a Face vibe, or maybe J-5
Either way whoever made it had a great time
They must think I'm the rapper that should bless it
So I'mma do my damnedest to finesse it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Instrumentals by Dre and Primo
Taught me about the several methods of making a mean flow
I used to practice 'til my throat hurt
Now I throw dirt on top of rappers' caskets with no work
Most certainly I make it overt
I melt emcees with ease, like a piece of Roquefort
Speak my own words, freak beats so assured
Handle like a beast on the curves
I'm getting on your nerves, I don't give a fuck
I'mma rhyme "don't give a fuck" with "don't give a fuck," so what?
Still be sounding hot 'cuz I flow rough
Serve a serpent up like some burgers or some cold cuts
I keep a straight face like "oh shucks,"
'til I stroll up in the place with the cold strut
They know what's up, touch stage with my old Chucks
Do the beat justice, people go nuts!
Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Boom bap, let's bring '92 back
Catch you rats up like a glue trap
True cats who assess emcees check the prestige
Conclude that FellowMan 100% beast
I use rap to express my belief
They don't respect you, don't respect the police
They don't seem to sweat molesting priests, domestic beasts
Embezzling thieves obsessed with greed
Huh, rap for weeks like castle sieges
Sweeping all the rats and fleas that pass diseases
Out of the cracks and creases, smash tracks to pieces
Without a smattering of weakness
This the Preakness, boy, that means thoroughbred
So throw your muthafuckin hands over your head
Give a devil a black eye, don't sue
That's justice! and that's what we came to do
So...

[Hook]