Frak - Welcome to Bagels [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Shit welcome to Fraks delicatessen, got platters that’s so delicious for snack dinner and breakfast
Got cracked eggs on a biscuit, flat bread with spinach, ham sprinkled in cheddar, salad with mozarella
Sausage omelets and matzoballs, packed in with a beverage
Yung breakfast burrito, my raps ridiculous
Pass a couple spliffs with no tobacco up in it
Till I’m between two plants like zach galafanakis
So pan the camera to look at this mamma jamma whos cookin extravaganzas like that’s a hell of an entrance
Didn’t you open for earth wind and fire? Well first I used a curling iron to murder a circus tiger, defeated a dragon with burning fire, converted a sermon of burned surviviors, played my set then returned to the shire
Ain't you the dude was rapping for Kendrick, was that a freestyle or did you actually pen it, I hear you inspired control, shoud we detract all the credit, cuz illmac27 said you were crackin on reddit, on instagram you’re the freshest, I’m not a stan I’m a pessimist, your voice crack when you rappin dog you sound adolescent. but is it true that you were champion rapping Olympics, and took down sixty rappers that were black and Hispanic, and came back with a vengeance but still resounded a message with your powdery melanin you were clowning competitors
Only white dude in room full of 60, didn’t win cuz im white, I won cuz I got busy
So an internet hater, can shut the fuck, nah, I’m an internet hater, lol wut wut
If you say fuck haters, dog your stuntin your lyricism, I love my haters they give me constructive criticism, I been a menace since I walked into the station
I’ma drop more projects than gentrification

[Hook]
Welcome to Bagels (x16)
I got the Bagels, whose got the schmear? (x4)

[Verse 2]
Appear through the fog in the city of the san fran
Dollar in my pocket and horchata in my hand
That I got with a burrito with some pollo in the pan
On my razer scooter cuz I am the mutufuckin man
Made this tape to show how versatile, my verses styles can traverse the personal, test my net worth when its me verse the crowd, uno verse show you what the universe about
Tell stories in the first person like im wordsworth but now my word’s worth is worth the first verb reverse the third verse, illuminati subliminal surf the earth’s surface, serve the kid a slurpie
Lupe gave me the wordplay
Kanye the confidence
Doom gave me the rhymescheme
Common gave me the common sense
Blackstar the poetry
Nas gave me the imagery
And uhhh E-40 gave me the slang and delivery
But my goals exceed this here rappin shit
I’m tryna pass louie ck and weird al yankovic
Maybe jud apatow even edgar allen poe
I want the roots to cover my music up on the fallon show
I want nardwuar to interview me in a smart car or paddleboat
Meet jhene aiko maybe pander to her cameltoe
Help victims of asthma and maybe hand em the antidote
But for now, 2dopeboyz post my shit, I swear I’m dope

[Hook]
You think you nitwits can rap, well Big Rich and Frak
Came through San Fran with the city on our back
Sick shit in fact with Big Rich and Frak
And we bringing lyrics back putting Frisco on the map


[Verse 3 - Big Rich]
It's King Rich, got my crown fitted
I'm back with it, it's not a hot verse if I don't adlib it
I made a vow to never speak it if I never live it
That's why every bar vivid you can see it clear
I say thank you everytime I look in the mirror
You did good for yourself your a pioneer
Held it down for the city for like seven years
How many can say they did that?
I guess you can say we came a long way from selling crack
Single handedly put the whole Bay up on our back
Not trying to brag but I did more than that
But never mind that it's time to pass the torch to Frak
My new brother, my Jew brother, who other
Could eat rapper's up like hot supper?
Me and Frak gone restore the feeling
And live for a hundred years lord willing, lord willing