Fo Chief & Kontrast - Can't Take It [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Kontrast)
I flip the track like a mirrored course
For you and yours
Feel the force of who I "be" when I add "cause"
BE-CAUSE
I see flaws, everywhere I go, people knee crawl
Beneath my peepholes where you think I can't see y'all
I see ALL
And make these other niggas "see saw"
When triggers freeze all other figures, then that heat's called
I mean scaldin' burnt
You be sprawled in dirt
My spawn'll leave you scarred in your Spaulding shirt
I make you get your B's together and we'll C who F M well
While I puff an L: Biggie Style
Lustin' off the brushes smell
She all flustered well
She went suckin' L's with smokin' D's
To suckin' D's while strokin' L's
On the D-L
From 5 double O
Cause she said her "G" is "half" what I supply on the low
Do the math
I provide what you don't
On the track, in your home
In the sack, on the phone
But you relaxed in your zone
But, uh......

(Fo Chief)
I'm finna explode
The hammer drop
Timber, ya fold
From here to Alabama the cannons are "indigo"
Purple and suede, the kettle pot burpin' today
Berretta chirpin' if you try to steal the work out the safe
The major of raw, hate it when y'all
Do nothing but hate, I'd hate to resolve this
In a daily dose of revolvers
You pressin' my buttons buddy, you better bounce
Cause I'mma make sure ain't nothin' funny, I'll let 'em out
'Tryna make dollars a day bouncin' them beats quick
Comin' outta line on the page: you in some deep shit
Borderline I find I'mma amazed how thick the trees get
So when you come up missin': won't find you 'till the weekend
You know the truth is here, find out
But truthfully the truth is ugly, tear your spine out
Ain't no love for this lost soul
Maybe that explains the reasoning on why my hearts cold

(Paul Junior)
You can't see me, get some Saline
My wild style will just stay clean
My foul mouth can deface the
So bow down cause I'm crazy
I'm like Adderall when the mic's out
Standin' tall when it's light out
If I had a bomb, I wouldn't have to send cannonballs to the White House
This is my house, rhyme bout
Get split like a White Owl
Never cross into my town
Won't pipe down, screw it, I'm out
That was a psych out
I'm fixin' to finish the final plot
Hit you with 808's, like 52 minutes to 9 o'clock
Sometimes I can't take it
The squad that I gotta have faith in
Like all of us can
Life runs when I stand naked
Gone in a flash
Can't bother to rip me, hit me, swiftly
Hands off you so quickly
Colder than grandfather Witwicky
Manslaughter don't tempt me
Rip quickly like a sword on a toga
Bend mics like Jordan in yoga
Kick you in your scrotum, it's over
Pop singers wanna blast me but Ciara missed (mist)
Like "pourin' a soda,"
I'm the shogun, the foreman
Swarmin' your forum

(Myke Charles)
When the pen scrawls on paper my vicinity storms
Soliloquy’s form my emotions into energy orbs
Leave enemies warned, I’m fit to be the keystone in your arch
I swallow weak spitting heads, quit deep-throating
The art that I bleed for and keep close to the heart
My belief’s pouring
From my mystique aura
I speak oratories that will levitate stadiums
And burn your core like palladium
I "marvel" at your comic book flow, I got them shook cold
Forcing your bones apart
You don’t pack Iron Man, you ain’t Tony Stark
And I stay shielded by my organization, from the whiplash
Of phony sharks trying to come up on some quick cash
I hold a fiery demeanor
Street Sagittarius
Eat rappers like wheat crackers and stay flyer than fairy dust
Rarely trust these industry fabulists when they rattle off their abacus status
Fragile in stature, don’t be mad at us, no....